When grandma learned that her daughter-in-law had come and was carrying a colander to "fight", her first reaction was surprise. Her eyes widened slightly, and after a moment, her expression slowly calmed down and she sighed slightly.

"Just go ahead."

"No!" Zhao Fengchun was extremely anxious. Her eyes were in a panic and she kept looking around. Her body was slightly tense. "Isn't Rongrong sleeping at home? What if Rongrong wakes up and finds out?"

"What can I do?" Grandma laughed and spread her hands. "I know my daughter-in-law best. She is fearless... It would take you at least half an hour to run over from home. If you wanted to fight, you would have finished it long ago."

"How about I buy a few chickens to make up for it?" Zhao Fengchun said as he looked around nervously, as if he was on guard against something: "I'll take you to the market and buy three for Rongrong. She shouldn't be able to tell!"

"Buy a chicken to make up for it?" Grandma looked around. In this market, besides selling fish, meat and vegetables, there were also stalls selling raw stones. There was no live chicken for sale. Even if there was, it would only be a big chicken. "Where can I buy it?"

It was already autumn, and there were not many chicks for sale at the wrong time of year. Her chickens were picked out by people staring at them with small light bulbs all night long. Where could she buy them? She had been raising them for a while, and there were no half-grown chickens to sell.

"The main thing is not to let Rongrong know..." Zhao Fengchun knew that he could not buy chickens. He said this with an annoyed look on his face, and looked into the distance from time to time: "It's also my fault for meddling in other people's business. This matter originally had nothing to do with me, but now it has a big deal..."

"It's okay. No one is in trouble, so it has nothing to do with you, right?" Grandma frowned as she looked around warily and only chuckled, "Now we can only pray that the baby in Shen Yueying's belly is okay. If there is a problem... it will be a big trouble."

Zhao Fengchun stood there, looking somewhat uneasy. She looked around again and saw that no one was coming over. A trace of puzzlement appeared on her face.

Then, she quickly stepped forward and reached out to help her grandmother carry the things, "Grandma, let me help you."

Her movements were somewhat hasty, as if she wanted to relieve her inner tension by doing something.

Grandma looked at Zhao Fengchun and smiled calmly again: "Fengchun, don't worry too much. Since the incident has already happened, we can only take it one step at a time. Let's go back first?"

Zhao Fengchun nodded, but his brow was still frowning.

The two were silent for a while, and Zhao Fengchun couldn't help but speak again: "Grandma, we have to think of a way. What if there is really any trouble? If we go back now, there will be no way."

"If we don't go back, do we have to wait in the market forever?" Grandma didn't know what Zhao Fengchun was thinking. She thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait and see what happens when we get home, and then see Rongrong's reaction. Then we can discuss it carefully. There's no point in getting anxious now."

Zhao Fengchun looked around for the last time, and after a long while, he sighed helplessly and could only walk back with his grandmother.

On the other side, in an old and quiet teahouse not far from the street, a few rays of soft sunlight filtered through the carved wooden windows, and Shen Rongrong and Wu Zheng were sitting opposite each other.

Shen Rongrong looked at the steam rising from the teacup on the table and the faint tea fragrance lingering in the air, and sighed slowly.

Wu Zheng was looking at Shen Rongrong, who was dressed like a big sack and had a large scarf on her head covering the lower half of her face, but still wanted to come out to meet him.

"Rongrong, why are you so anxious to ask me out? What's the matter?"

"Nothing much, but I recently heard that a batch of raw stones were newly discovered in the old mining area in the west. Your people brought back some stones from there, and I saw them. I think there may be good stuff in it. Can we consider investing some money to try it out?"

"No, my lady." Originally thought she was so anxious because of something, but it turned out to be this. Wu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, knocked on the edge of the table with his hand and laughed: "Are you addicted to doing business? I said that I would start that small company just to fight Shen Lingfeng, to curb his arrogance, and to divide his power, so that he would not stare at you so fearlessly. If you keep doing this, you will make me the leader. How can I go back to be my psychologist?"

"You had sealed the files and planned to fight them alone... but you need financial support, right?" Shen Rongrong was obviously treating business as personal business. "The texture of your jade is so good, and the carving is also exquisite. Each one is carefully selected, and the quality is guaranteed. The last time I went to your store, I saw the old man wearing glasses carefully examining a jade pendant in the store. He was so interested in it that he almost bid up the price to buy it. Isn't that all my credit?"

"Oh." Wu Zheng picked up the teacup and took a sip. He raised his eyebrows and mocked him inadvertently: "So the fine carving and careful selection are all your credit?"

"Oh." Rongrong imitated his tone, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and replied with a silly smile: "But the good texture and guaranteed quality are all my credit."

Wu Zheng's hand holding the tea bowl paused for a moment.

After a while, looking at Shen Rongrong's cunning eyes, he sighed as if he had no other choice, tilted his head back and poured all the tea into his stomach, and said, "...Cheers!"

"That's right." Shen Rongrong nodded, feeling satisfied, and said to him, "Chen Yu told me recently that everything is going well for him."

"That's right." Wu Zheng also praised: "Old Chen and I have been friends for many years. Although he is honest, he is different from ordinary people. I know best what kind of background he grew up in. You can't protect him like your son because you are afraid that he will get into trouble. You have to let him go. Only by letting him go, he can..."

Wu Zheng and Shen Rongrong were talking when a waiter who always worked under Wu Zheng knew that Wu Zheng was here and suddenly walked into the teahouse with his back bent.

Wu Zheng watched him walk in and raised his hand to signal Shen Rongrong not to talk about this matter for the time being.

In a blink of an eye, the younger brother came quickly, looked around nervously, and then reported in a low voice.

"Boss, we just saw something in the store. A woman was shouting in the street, "Chen Yu and Shen Rongrong's grandmother..."

Now everyone knows that the whole street is filled with Shen Lingfeng's spies. Once such words are shouted out, no matter if the old man is real or not, he will be immediately captured and used for blackmail.

Anyone who does such a thing either has a grudge against the old man or the Chen family.

Wu Zheng frowned, put down the tea bowl in his hand, and asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"I don't know. I don't know her. It's a woman. I thought it was strange, so I paid more attention to her. I was afraid that Shen Lingfeng's men would arrest her. Later I found out that Shen Lingfeng's men didn't do anything..."

"Oh?" Wu Zheng's brows gradually relaxed: "Why didn't you do it? Did you go and ask?"