My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 55: Divine Ingenuity, Calculations as Accurate as a

55 Chapter 55: Divine Ingenuity, Calculations as Accurate as a God's

"Smack!"

Zhou Xianming, upon hearing this, could no longer bear it and stared fiercely at Han Wenxin, "You're talking nonsense! Would Li Yue, a lady with a blind eye, fancy a rough martial artist like you?"

An Jing was also startled by Zhou Xianming's montum, pausing with his chopsticks in hand.

But Han Wenxin just frowned, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and retorted, "What's wrong with a martial artist? I am the sole heir of a three-generation lineage of arrest officers in my family. Are you looking down on martial artists?"

Han Wenxin was half a head taller than Zhou Xianming, and with his burly stature and intense gaze, he might not have the upper hand against Jianghu experts, but facing a re scholar like Zhou Xianming was naturally not a problem.

"No....no problem."

Zhou Xianming wilted and quickly raised his wine cup towards An Jing, "Doctor An, let's drink."

An Jing clinked his cup and said, "Mr. Zhou, actually, Brother Han is sowhat right. It's possible that Li Yue is just toying with your feelings."

"Doctor An, that's not right of you to say."

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin and argued with reason, "Why would she toy with your feelings or Arrest Officer Han's feelings and only toy with mine? She must have so fondness for to act in such a way."

An Jing: "....."

Han Wenxin mockingly said, "Brother An, stop advising him. When the truth cos out and he has nothing left, he will understand how cruel reality is."

Mr. Zhou also swept away with his sleeve, "When the day of my wedding with Miss Li Yue cos, don't forget, Arrest Officer Han, to bring a generous gift."

Han Wenxin scoffed, "If anyone's getting married first, it'll be ."

"You?"

An Jing asked in surprise, "Could it be that Brother Han already has soone in mind?"

Arrest Officer Han was slightly older than An Jing. His father had been arranging marriage prospects for him, but they always ended inconclusively. Could it be that Han Wenxin had finally seen the light?

Han Wenxin rubbed his hands and chortled, "Actually, Brother An, I have a sowhat presumptuous request, and I am not sure if I should speak of it."

Zhou Xianming paused with his wine cup mid-air, staring in astonishnt at the scene unfolding before him.

Could it be that Han Wenxin enjoys pederastic love, taking a liking to n over won, n atop n....

"Don't, don't say any more." An Jing was also startled and hastily said, "My wife wouldn't agree."

"What are you thinking about."

Han Wenxin said irritably, "What I'm talking about is Tan Yun."

"Tan Yun!?"

An Jing's eyebrows shot up.

Han Wenxin nodded, looking at him eagerly, "You are my half-brother from another father and mother. You have to help out here."

Although Tan Yun couldn't compare to the stunning beauty of Zhao Qingi, she was also a rare beauty, with graceful curves, a plump figure, and a lively and adorable personality. If he could marry her, it would be quite good.

"Pah, despicable arrest officer!"

Zhou Xianming snuck a glance at Han Wenxin and cursed inwardly. No, I can't let this guy Han Wenxin have his way.

Thinking this, Zhou Xianming subtly began to plot.

An Jing paused and said, "It's not that she's out of the question; the key is I don't have the final say—first, she has to be willing....."

If Tan Yun herself was willing, it wouldn't be impossible to discuss it with Zhao Qingi.

Han Wenxin quickly said, "She will definitely be willing! Every ti I visit, she always greets first. Have you forgotten the last ti I went to pick up dicine from your pharmacy? She insisted on handing it to personally, and at your place for dinner, she poured wine for , and there was also...."

Towards the end, Han Wenxin believed that Tan Yun's kindness towards him indicated a hidden affection.

Watching Han Wenxin ramble on, An Jing was stunned montarily. He really wanted to say that about the poison—she personally administered it.

"Arrest Officer Han, you're drinking too much; eat so more food."

"Nonsense, I can hold a thousand cups without getting drunk. The Black Whirlwind of Yu State; for , this is rely like rinsing my mouth."

"Didn't you used to claim to be the Vajra of Yu State?"

"Isn't it all the sa? In any case, it's all ."

"When I return from the imperial examinations this autumn, by then, I will treat you all to a grand feast at Yutian Pavilion."

"Mr. Zhou, just rember you once said you'd be willing to wait on hand and foot."

.....

Night deepened, and the whole of Yu State City seed to sink into silence.

An Jing, seeing the dim lights in Jishi Hall, felt a sudden jolt in his heart. Could it be that his wife hadn't slept yet?

But he wasn't perturbed because he had already arranged his story with Han Wenxin, explaining that a dical ergency in the Yu State City prison had detained him for so ti.

An Jing sniffed his nose and, finding no scent of alcohol on himself, he felt relieved.

"Creak!"

The side door was gently pushed open.

"Husband, why have you co back so late?" A voice rang out like a silver bell.

Zhao Qingi was sitting in front of the hall, cup of tea in hand, taking a gentle sip before smiling sweetly at An Jing.

An Jing shivered, then touched the sweat on his forehead, "Han Wenxin, that kid, stopped halfway, said there were a few people who had co down with a sudden illness. Faced with such a life-and-death matter, I naturally couldn't just stand by and watch."

"By the way, madam, why haven't you gone to bed so late?" As he spoke, An Jing subconsciously rubbed his hands together.

Zhao Qingi put down her teacup, her voice soft, "How could I possibly sleep without you being back?"

Hidden in the backyard, Tan Yun heard this, her nose wrinkled slightly, "Stinky son-in-law, you went out drinking and still claim you went to treat patients, and you didn't even bring back any pastries... I really want to expose your shaless face."

The Human Sect spy lost track of An Jing, but in the end, he found An Jing and his two companions' whereabouts at the Wuyang Tavern and naturally reported the information back intact.

An Jing felt a bit guilty, "Madam, you've really worked hard."

He went out for drinks, not expecting Qingi to still care so much about him. If she knew that his cultivation was involved with people in Jianghu, she would surely be constantly worried. He absolutely couldn't let Qingi find out about this.

Zhao Qingi picked up a small cup from the table, "Husband, co drink your dicine."

dicine!?

An Jing paused for a mont, "Madam, is there a mistake here..."

Inside the cup was pitch black, and a faint dicinal fragrance wafted through the air.

Zhao Qingi had actually brewed him so dicine, did his robust body really need it?

Zhao Qingi's eyebrows rose slightly, "No mistake, I've brewed sobering dicine."

"Sobering... dicine, I see."

An Jing was startled for a mont, then let out a dry laugh, gulping down the sobering dicine. In his heart, though, he was secretly muttering, how did Zhao Qingi know he had gone out drinking?

Could there be a mole?

That shouldn't be, Zhou Xianming and Han Wenxin were both crawling back. By all accounts, they shouldn't have been able to send a ssage.

Moreover, he didn't sll of alcohol at all, which brought a sliver of doubt to An Jing's heart.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?"

Zhao Qingi took back the empty cup and smiled.

"Anything made by madam is delicious."

Feeling guilty, An Jing changed the topic, "By the way, madam, what do you think of Han Wenxin?"

"What about Han Wenxin, that kid?" Zhao Qingi asked, clearly puzzled.

"How do you think he and Tan Yun would be together?" An Jing said, grinning.

Han Wenxin, that kid!?

Tan Yun, who was just about to go back to rest, perked up her pink ears when she heard this.

Zhao Qingi raised an eyebrow, her smile teasing, "Are you suggesting that Han Wenxin, that kid, has taken a liking to Tan Yun?"

An Jing nodded, "He said that Tan Yun seems to fancy him..."

That comnt essentially sumd up everything Han Wenxin ant, An Jing was just providing a recap.

"If Tan Yun is willing, I have no objections," said Zhao Qingi, her peach blossom eyes blinking as if her lips were smiling too.

Taken a liking to him!

In the backyard, Tan Yun's face darkened upon hearing this, her fists tightly clenched making a creaking sound. That Han Wenxin actually dared to slander her! It seed she couldn't just study calligraphy in the coming days; she also had to learn so sword techniques.

Sensing that An Jing and Zhao Qingi were walking toward the backyard, Tan Yun silently made a note in her little book then returned to her room.

The evening breeze gently drifted, and the starry sky was boundlessly vast.

It was as if many thoughts, many lancholies, were lting into the dense night.

An Jing looked up, feeling moved, "Tomorrow is going to be a good day."

"My favorite thing is good weather," Zhao Qingi also looked up, murmuring, "With good weather, one's mood gets better as well."

Gazing at that beautiful face and those tender eyes, An Jing swore in his heart that he mustn't let her be involved in the turmoil of Jianghu like himself; he would protect her at all costs.

"Husband, what's the matter?"

Zhao Qingi chuckled lightly, taking hold of An Jing's hand.

"Qingi, you're so beautiful, I just want to look at you more," An Jing said earnestly, gripping her hand tightly.

"Silly, I'm yours to look at however long you wish," Zhao Qingi's heart raced, and a flush spread across her cheeks.

"It's getting late."

An Jing felt the smoothness and softness in his hand.

With a hint of allure in her eyes, Zhao Qingi said, "Brother, it certainly is getting late."

When I miss her, a day apart feels like three autumns.

When she smiles at you, those three autumns feel like just a day.

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