"Talk... what to talk about? I'm going for a walk. If you have anything, wait until I come back." Wang Wenjun saw Zhu Xiangyang staring at her with a dark look, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly stood up. Wang Wenjun had a premonition that Zhu Xiangyang's next words would definitely not be something she wanted to hear.
"Ajun, wait a minute." Zhu Xiangyang grabbed Wang Wenjun's hand.
Wang Wenjun struggled for a bit but couldn't break free from Zhu Xiangyang, so she had no choice but to sit back on the sofa and said angrily, "Okay, Zhu Xiangyang, I'll listen to whatever you say today."
Zhu Xiangyang stared at Wang Wenjun's face, his mind churning with thoughts.
Wang Wenjun's appearance at this moment was very similar to the grandmother of the Wang family that Zhu Xiangyang had met decades ago. Zhu Xiangyang and Wang Wenjun were from the same hometown. When they first met Wang Wenjun, Zhu Xiangyang was a poor boy who could barely get enough to eat, while Wang Wenjun was the daughter of a "fortune teller".
Wang Wenjun's grandmother was a renowned fortune-teller within a 100-mile radius. Not only did she possess the magical skills inherited from her ancestors, she could predict fortune and calamity, and even cure illnesses. In an era of limited access to medical care and medicine, Grandma Wang was a deity.
Somehow, Wang Wenjun, a delicate sister, fell in love with Zhu Xiangyang, a poor boy. Knowing that Zhu Xiangyang was always hungry, Wang Wenjun would wait at the intersection up the mountain every morning and give Zhu Xiangyang a few steamed buns.
It was because of Wang Wenjun’s steamed buns that the Zhu family did not starve to death.
Three years passed like this.
Zhu Xiangyang is an ambitious man. He doesn't want to live a life of being supported by others. He wants to rely on himself to give his family a good life.
The opportunity finally came.
When Zhu Xiangyang was thirteen years old, a people's army passed through the mountain village.
The soldiers in this army were unlike anything Zhu Xiangyang had ever seen. Not only were they kind, but when they stayed in villagers' homes, they wouldn't touch their food and would chop firewood and fetch water for them.
Zhu Xiangyang heard the soldiers talk about the outside world and realized that the land he lived in was being ravaged by enemy artillery fire. After finding out whether being a soldier would allow him to have enough food and fight the enemy, Zhu Xiangyang decided to follow the army.
Before leaving, Wang Wenjun gave Zhu Xiangyang a rose quartz necklace from her neck and asked Zhu Xiangyang to acknowledge her as his owner by dripping blood.
Thanks to the help of the pendant space, Zhu Xiangyang not only survived the war, but also made remarkable achievements. After the war, Zhu Xiangyang had become a high-ranking official.
The pendant is a family heirloom of the Wang family. Before leaving the mountain village, Zhu Xiangyang swore that he would never let Wang Wenjun down in his life.
After the war, Zhu Xiangyang kept his promise and returned to the mountain village to marry Wang Wenjun.
During the great movement a few years ago, Wang Wenjun's grandmother, a fortune teller, was used as a weapon to attack Zhu Xiangyang. Zhu Xiangyang, under pressure, preferred to be demoted rather than leave Wang Wenjun.
In Zhu Xiangyang's heart, his wife had always been the same kindhearted person she had been decades before. But when had this kindhearted wife become so alienated? She even attacked her own descendants without hesitation. Was this woman really his Wenjun?
When Zhu Xiangyang looked at Wang Wenjun, all kinds of thoughts were churning in his eyes, including nostalgia, doubt, and more of it was heartache.
Wang Wenjun felt a little nervous when she saw Zhu Xiangyang was looking at her but not saying anything.
"Xiangyang, what's wrong with you?" Wang Wenjun forced a smile on his face.
"Ajun, we have been married for forty years, right?" Zhu Xiangyang's words surprised Wang Wenjun a little. Wang Wenjun thought Zhu Xiangyang would blame her and she shouldn't make things difficult for Zhu Jun.
"Next month is our 40th wedding anniversary." Wang Wenjun's expression softened when he mentioned this.
"It goes by so fast! It's been forty years in the blink of an eye. Jun, you have worked hard over the years, raising children for me and taking care of the housework." Zhu Xiangyang patted the back of Wang Wenjun's hand and sighed.
Zhu Xiangyang knew very well in his heart that from a young girl to an old woman now, Wang Wenjun had suffered a lot following him over the past few decades.
Was it hard? It didn't seem like it. Over the years, no matter what happened, Zhu Xiangyang was always the one standing in front of her. On the other hand, she had some secrets that she had been hiding from Zhu Xiangyang.
Thinking of this, Wang Wenjun shook her head and said, "Xiangyang, we are husband and wife. It doesn't matter whether it's hard or not. I am willing to do all this."
"Yes! We are husband and wife..." Zhu Xiangyang was silent for a while, then asked, "Ajun, do you regret giving me the pendant?"
"What's there to regret? I'll keep it anyway..." Wang Wenjun said halfway before realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag.
"It won't belong to you even if you keep it, is that what you mean?" Zhu Xiangyang added.
"Xiangyang, you... do you know something?" Wang Wenjun didn't dare to look at Zhu Xiangyang. Her heart was full of panic at this moment.
He knew, he finally knew!
At this moment, Wang Wenjun's mind was blank except for these two sentences echoing in it.
The pendant is indeed a treasure, but it does not belong to the Wang family.
This pendant is a bit strange. Every fifty years, even if the owner of the pendant does not die, the pendant will automatically leave the old owner and look for a new owner.
"Ajun, you know exactly what I am asking. After all, I am the previous owner of the pendant, and your grandmother is the previous owner of the pendant. It's mine, right?" Zhu Xiangyang stared at Wang Wenjun's face, watching Wang Wenjun go from panic to tears.
Zhu Xiangyang didn't try to persuade her. He knew that Wang Wenjun needed to figure out some things on her own. Otherwise, the Zhu family would be in turmoil because of Wang Wenjun's stubbornness.
If possible, Zhu Xiangyang did not want to break this window paper. Zhu Xiangyang hoped more than anyone else that Wang Wenjun could live a peaceful and happy life.
As the former owner of the pendant, Zhu Xiangyang knew much more than Wang Wenjun.
The pendant was a treasure. It could only choose its owner based on its own will, and no human intervention was allowed. Otherwise, the pendant's new owner wouldn't be Zhu Xiangyang, but Wang Wenjun. After all, it was impossible for the Wang family not to be tempted by a treasure like the pendant.
The pendant had already chosen its new owner—Zhu Jun—but Wang Wenjun refused to accept it. Unwilling to accept it, Wang Wenjun engaged in a series of actions in an attempt to reverse the established reality. In Zhu Xiangyang's view, Wang Wenjun's tactics would inevitably end up hurting both herself and others.
Zhu Xiangyang didn't want to see that situation.
Wang Wenjun cried for a while before she calmed down. "Xiangyang, now that you know, I won't hide it from you. Before you, my grandmother was indeed the owner of the pendant. Because of this pendant, our Wang family..."
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