"Sister Lanhua, don’t be afraid, it’s ."
Zhang Xiaoshan spoke.
Jia Lanhua breathed a sigh of relief after she recognized the person, then quickly asked in a nervous tone,
"Where’s Wei Bao’s body? And what about Wu Yong? Don’t do anything foolish because of ."
Implying, she was worried that Zhang Xiaoshan would do sothing drastic to Wu Yong like killing him to silence him.
Zhang Xiaoshan sat on the sofa as well, holding Jia Lanhua and said,
"Trust , I am not that foolish. Wu Yong is still alive and well. I gave him a large sum of money, bought his silence, and he personally took care of Wei Bao’s body. This way, he too has a hold over us, and since he was in cahoots with Wei Bao with ill intentions, should the whole thing co to light, he would be the first to suffer. Therefore, I can assure you, he would definitely not dare to go around speaking carelessly. You can rest easy."
"Thank you, Little Shan. If it weren’t for you, I really wouldn’t know what to do."
Jia Lanhua curled up in Zhang Xiaoshan’s arms, crying out of both fear and grievance.
Though she had a fiery personality, at the end of the day, she was a woman, and this sort of incident was enough to trouble her greatly.
This matter would beco the biggest scar on her heart.
Seeing Jia Lanhua crying, Zhang Xiaoshan felt a twinge of heartache. He had already used the Dragon Spirit Control God Skill to alter Wu Yong’s mory. If he altered Jia Lanhua’s mory as well, everything would beco perfect, and he could help Jia Lanhua remove the scar from her heart, but Zhang Xiaoshan still refrained from doing so.
Because he wasn’t sure he could completely control Jia Lanhua.
She was like a wild horse, unpredictable as to when she might go on a rampage; like a living volcano, capable of causing substantial damage when erupting. The last ti she turned against him caused quite so trouble, and even went to Yang City to catch him in an affair with Luo ili. So who knows what Jia Lanhua would do next when she found out that Zhang Xiaoshan, aside from having Luo ili, actually had other won? What would she do then?
Today’s events had just done Zhang Xiaoshan a huge favor.
Jia Lanhua killing Wei Bao would beco a dark shadow in her life, a hold she could never shake off.
With this incident, Jia Lanhua would never have the courage to turn against Zhang Xiaoshan again. She would have no choice but to be completely obedient to Zhang Xiaoshan, even if he had ten thousand other won, she wouldn’t dare to make much of a fuss.
This was the epito of having an upper hand.
"Sister Lanhua, the matter has been resolved. Forget about it, I’m going ho to sleep now. You should go to bed early too."
Zhang Xiaoshan felt sleepy and was ready to leave.
But Jia Lanhua clung to Zhang Xiaoshan, pleading with a hint of fear,
"I, I’m really still scared. Could you, could you stay with overnight?"
Zhang Xiaoshan thought for a mont.
Assuming it was so late that Wu Damming couldn’t possibly return ho, he nodded.
"Alright."
He took Jia Lanhua to the second floor bedroom.
Before long, White Dragon Village was engulfed in tranquility, save for the fervent activity in the second-floor bedroom of the small western-style house.
Jia Lanhua seed determined to vent all her stress and fear on Zhang Xiaoshan, extrely indulgent.
Over an hour later, a decompressed Jia Lanhua curled up obediently in Zhang Xiaoshan’s arms, her hands tightly wrapping around his neck as if wanting to rge him into her bones, to beco one with her.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s hand brushed against Jia Lanhua’s flawless thigh.
The sensation was comforting.
Suddenly he felt a scar.
Zhang Xiaoshan sat up to look.
On that spot, Jia Lanhua had an exotic flower tattoo, which Zhang Xiaoshan had always assud was there for its sex appeal. It was only now that he realized it covered a scarred, healed-over wound that was otherwise unnoticeable without close inspection.
With Zhang Xiaoshan’s acute vision, he recognized it as a knife wound.
"Sister Lanhua, where did you get this scar?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked with curiosity.
Jia Lanhua, with tears streaming down her face, said with a sense of helplessness,
"I know you’ve always thought of as brash and hot-tempered and sowhat annoying, but I wasn’t like this when I was younger. I, I was forced into it."
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