Chapter 9 The Old Deer Stumbles Against the Wall of His Heart
The pot-bellied man sneered: "Is she your sister, or the capitalist's daughter?"
"She's a capitalist's daughter..."
Zhong Yaozu felt uneasy under the big-bellied man's gaze, and changed the subject, saying, "Well, she's also my sister."
"But she's not my biological sister, she's my stepsister."
"So you're going to send your stepsister to my bed today?" the pregnant man asked with great interest.
Zhong Yaozu nodded like a lapdog. Shen Wanjun was too much of a bully, and Zhong Ming was afraid of Shen Kun, so he didn't dare to do anything to her.
Since we can't win in a direct confrontation, let's try something underhanded.
"But what makes you think I'd be interested in your sister?"
The pregnant man touched his round, fleshy belly, which looked like he was seven or eight months pregnant.
He's very picky, isn't he? What kind of woman hasn't he seen and what kind of woman hasn't he slept with?
Don't send any little girls to his bed.
"With your cowardly appearance, how good-looking could your sister be?"
Another tall, skinny thug, always eager for a good show.
He had previously wanted to give his younger sister to his eldest son, but the pregnant man only glanced at her and said he wasn't hungry.
Now that Zhong Yaozu is doing this again, the skinny man's eyes are filled with a hint of mockery.
Even the eldest brother doesn't like my sister, yet he likes your older sister? That's hilarious.
Zhong Yaozu knew that his boss valued good looks, so he pulled out a newspaper.
Pointing to the woman in the newspaper, he said, "This is my stepsister, Miss Shen Wanjun, the eldest daughter of the Shen family."
"The richest man's daughter?" The pot-bellied man sat up straight and yelled, "Am I just bored?"
Everyone knows that the Shen family is powerful and wealthy, and Shen Kun is the leader of the Kowloon Gang.
Even if he had a million times the courage, he wouldn't dare to touch someone's niece.
Zhong Yaozu spread out the newspapers one by one, which contained extensive reports about the fire that destroyed the Shen family's property.
“That was before. Now their family has nothing left, and I’ve heard that Shen Kun’s family has gone to the Northwest and will never return to Shanghai.”
The pregnant man touched his chin, somewhat hesitant.
Zhong Yaozu continued, "Brother, a girl's reputation is of paramount importance. Even if Shen Wanjun causes a huge upheaval, she will still have to marry you in the end."
"Don't even mention that the Shen family is not what it used to be. Even in the past, they couldn't do anything to you."
The pot-bellied man stared at Shen Wanjun's photo for a long time before finally speaking: "Okay, send her over tonight."
He reached out and patted Zhong Yaozu on the shoulder, saying, "You've got a bright future ahead of you."
Zhong Yaozu was overjoyed. "Boss, just wait and see."
As soon as Zhong Yaozu walked away, the skinny man couldn't wait to ask, "Boss, could this be a setup? What if that kid cheats?"
The pot-bellied man narrowed his eyes. "He wouldn't dare."
No one has yet dared to set him up, and he knows Zhong Yaozu's background inside and out.
If he dares to pull any tricks, he'll chop him up.
On Shen Wanjun's side, she was all alone in the huge house.
It was getting dark, and my stomach was growling with hunger.
Shen Wanjun took her wallet and walked towards the state-run restaurant.
As we passed through the alley, several masked men suddenly rushed up to us.
She was knocked unconscious before she could even scream.
"Boss, we've captured the Shen family's daughter," the skinny man said obsequiously.
Shen Wanjun was woken up and saw a room full of strange men. The sight of their eyes staring at her made her feel uneasy.
She shrank to the corner, leaning against the wall, and asked warily, "Who are you? Why are you arresting me?"
Zhong Yaozu removed his mask, his smile twisted. "My dear sister, today is your wedding day with the eldest brother, have you forgotten?"
The pot-bellied man laughed so hard his belly jiggled, "Haha, why call me 'boss'? From now on, call me 'brother-in-law'."
Shen Wanjun looked at the man with a belly as big as a drum and only a few strands of hair on his head, and smiled heartily.
"Is that all? You could have just told me directly. Why make such a big fuss?"
Zhong Yaozu rubbed his ears, wondering if he had misheard. "What did you say?"
Why wasn't Shen Wanjun afraid, and why was she so eager to marry the eldest brother?
Shen Wanjun said shyly, "Brother Wansan, to be honest, I have admired you for a long time."
"You know my name? And you admire me?" Wan San touched his big belly, looking shocked.
“I’ve heard about you from my uncle.” Shen Wanjun walked closer to the table, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite him.
"Your uncle, Shen... Shen Kun." Wan San stammered, unsure whether it was from nervousness or fear.
"Yes, my uncle said you're a real man." After all, there aren't many people who would dare to kill their own brothers.
Shen Kun once compiled a roster for the original owner, telling her to stay away from the people on it, and to run away if she saw them, without asking why.
This includes the scarred man and Wan San.
As luck would have it, Shen Wanjun met two people that the original owner never met in her entire life, just a few days after she transmigrated.
"You know that our Shen family is gone. If I marry you, I'd like to see who dares to bully me."
As Shen Wanjun spoke, she gave Zhong Yaozu a deep look.
She'll remember this grudge if you dare to play dirty tricks on her.
Sending him to the countryside is too lenient. This kind of stupid and wicked person should be crushed and never be able to recover.
Wan San stared intently at Shen Wanjun. He had seen many women in his life, but seeing Shen Wanjun still made him sigh with emotion.
This is a real woman. The ones he played with before could only be described as women.
Wan San straightened his clothes and asked seriously, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course." Shen Wanjun nodded shyly. To make the other party believe her more, she even took the initiative to touch Wan San's fat belly.
"So cute, so soft," she said with a grin.
Long, slender fingers frantically rubbed against the inside of the sleeve. Oh my god, my hands, my hands are defiled.
It's oily and disgusting.
Shen Wanjun was screaming like a groundhog inside, but she didn't show it on her face.
With just a few words, Wan San blushed and felt his heart pound; he felt every cell in his body was agitated.
With half his life gone, Wan San's heart was pounding like a deer.
Zhong Yaozu stared in disbelief. "Boss, don't listen to her. How could she possibly be interested in someone like you?"
Shen Wanjun was about to die laughing. With your IQ and EQ, it's no wonder you haven't been beaten to death.
She slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her delicate voice carrying a fierce undertone: "What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly! Wan San is handsome and manly, why wouldn't I like him?"
Wan San clenched the paper in his hand and said coldly, "Young Master Zhong, do you have a problem with me?"
Shen Wanjun said that he is both handsome and manly.
What nonsense is this brat spouting?
"And what kind of person am I?"
"I...I didn't mean that."
"So what do you mean?"
Wan San and Zhong Yaozu couldn't agree on anything, and the skinny man beat Zhong Yaozu so badly he was left sprawled on the ground.
With three front teeth knocked out, Zhong Yaozu, his mouth full of blood and bubbling, said, "Boss, Shen Wanjun really doesn't like you."
So you should just use force, drag her to bed and that's it. What's the point of being polite to her?
That's not how the plan was supposed to go.
Shen Wanjun frowned slightly and said softly, "Brother Wan San, he looks down on you."
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