C17

Her eyes reflected her face, and she was no longer afraid of the mess of emotions. She looked at him so clearly.

Ling Chaofeng gently lifted her face, and said with great concern: "It's even colder today, add on a set of clothes."

Xiaowan nodded, when this person wasn't fierce towards her, he was really good-looking, to the point that people would become infatuated with him when they saw him.

The two of them walked to the door, and not long later, Ling Chaofeng rode on his horse. Xiaowan held the door open, looking at the dust that had settled, the faint figure hoped that he would return soon, she still had a lot of things to say.

"Evening?" He suddenly heard the Aunt Zhang's exclamation and hurriedly ran to the door, grabbing his hand and said, "You're leaving so early in the morning? "Evening, where are you going?"

Xiaowan shook her head, laughing until her eyebrows curved: "Aunt, I won't leave, as long as you don't hate me, as long as Manager Ling doesn't kick me out, I will stay here for the rest of my life."

Aunt Zhang held her chest, and said excitedly: "Really, really?"

At this time, the sun rose from the east and rose above the horizon. The golden sunlight shined into the shop and the whole world became bright once more. Xiaowan looked carefully at the floors above and below.

Aunt Zhang looked at young lady's devout eyes and couldn't help but to turn red. They, the shopkeeper, finally had a wife.

After breakfast, Xiaowan was washing clothes by the well, and washing dishes were chatting. She could not help but ask, "Aunt, there's no one inside the shop to drink and eat. How do we do business?"

Aunt Zhang picked up the dishes that she had just washed and smiled leisurely, "Of course I'll come if there's a guest."

These few days, the clothes and food were plentiful, the food was plentiful and good, as well as endless snacks and fruits.

Also, Ling Chaofeng said that he paid a thousand silver for his mother-in-law's family, and her betrothal gift was no less than a hundred silver. Other people in the village would already be very impressive with twenty silver, so even if the stepmother tied her up and married her off, he would definitely not allow Xiaowan to break the engagement.

He kept feeling that Ling Chaofeng was very rich, but where did he get his money from? He wouldn't be able to get a single business deal in this inn even after two to three days.

Xiaowan raised her hand and looked at the beautiful Jade Ring on her ring finger. If she could not take it off, then she would wear it.

She continued to wash her clothes, thinking that if only there were a customer in the store, she wouldn't have to idle around every day and start a business. As time passed, people would not think that this was a dark shop.

As he was thinking, he heard someone call out from the shop, "Is there anyone in the shop?"

The Xiaowan wiped her hands and ran out. A young man entered the shop, he looked to be about Ling Chaofeng's age, the man was tall and handsome with a gentle temperament, the woman looked like a fairy, her hair tied up in a bun. She must be the man's wife. They dressed simply, but for some reason, Xiaowan felt that the person in front of him was a very noble person.

They only wanted two bowls of tea, and had the Xiaowan pack two bags of water. After sitting for a short while, they prepared to leave. The young mistress seemed to be muttering something, sizing up Xiaowan, but she hesitated. However, her husband dotingly looked at her and whispered something, finally making his wife laugh.

"Evening, a guest has arrived?" "Aunt Zhang came out from the kitchen and scolded," That little thing Ershan, instead of running around the store, kept following your Uncle Biao.

Xiaowan passed a piece of silver to her. "Look, Aunt, they only drank tea and gave me two bags of water."

Aunt Zhang looked and saw that it was real silver, she smiled at Xiaowan: "Look, I said, let's open the door for business, if there is a guest, it will naturally come."

She returned the money back to the Xiaowan and smiled: "Xiao'er, I am just a servant. I don't control the business of the shop, but you are the new bride, the owner of this Ling Xiao Inn. From now on, this is all your business."

Xiaowan's face turned red, she carefully held the broken silver and said softly: "I, I am also a servant."

In the afternoon, Ershan returned from town with Uncle Biao. He was scolded by Aunt Zhang until his head was drenched in blood, but the Uncle Biao was such a burly man, he was as gentle as water towards her wife. Aunt Zhang scolded him and listened obediently, then he apologized back with a mischievous smile, coaxing Aunt Zhang to be angry and amused.

Xiaowan remembered the pair of sweet and sweet guests in the morning, and then looked at Aunt Zhang and Uncle Biao. For more than ten years, she had been living through threats and mistreatment of the stepmother every day. Marrying someone was her only way out, and when she was tied up in the woodshed waiting for her to get married, she already despairingly thought of death, and never thought that such a good family would be waiting for her.

"Aunt." Xiaowan came looking for Aunt Zhang with a red face.

"Hungry?" Aunt Zhang had a pampered look.

"That... Manager Ling is going to move into my house tonight. I, I want to move all of his things over. " Xiaowan's face was like a ripe persimmon. It was sweet and soft, red to the point that it made people feel tender towards him.

Aunt Zhang grabbed her hand: "Let's go and pack up."

When it was deep into the night, Ling Chaofeng returned. Ershan left the door open for him and the two of them chatted for a while. He walked to the third floor, looked at the marriage room, and then subconsciously turned towards his own.

But Xiaowan, who had heard the commotion, was already waiting inside the door. She lightly opened the door and stood in front of the door with a red face.

When Ling Chaofeng saw her, he smiled slightly and said, "I'm still awake."

Xiaowan said, "I'm waiting for you to return home."

Ling Chaofeng walked over and forced Xiaowan to retreat through the door. He closed the door with a flip of his hand and asked with a smile: "You're really not leaving? If you continue to run after tonight, you will suffer greatly. "

Xiaowan nodded strongly and said weakly: "Manager Ling, you are a good person."

"Won't you change your mind?" Ling Chaofeng hugged her, then moved closer and closer, "Call me Windward, or …"

"Hubby?" After spitting out those two words, Xiaowan's mind went blank. Not waiting for her to recover her senses, her lips were gently pulled, causing her heart to suddenly tighten. A strange sensation spread from her heart to her entire body.

When Xiaowan was let go, she gasped for breath in large gulps. However, Ling Chaofeng looked at her carefully with a tender and loving gaze, "Are you afraid?"

Xiaowan's eyes were clear as water, she shook her head: "I'm not afraid."

Although she was only seventeen years old, she grew up in a village where every household only used a fence as a wall. When she was six or seven years old, she had seen things that shouldn't have been seen by the village boys. Naturally, she was still young and didn't understand. Every time she came back, her stepmother would tie her father up at home for a day or two. Her stepmother's voice was loud, but Xiaowan had already grown up gradually.

Even though she wasn't taught by her mother, she knew everything about what couples should do. Now that she was put down by Ling Chaofeng, she looked at her husband in a daze, thinking back to the conflict between them in the past few days after they got married. She softly said, "I'm sorry, I treat you as a bad person."

As she said this, she could not help but choke. She had thought that the devil who was the bad guy was actually the person who treated her the best in the past seventeen years.

"I scared you." Ling Chaofeng lightly pecked her lips, "There was a customer in the shop that day and you were delivered here. I didn't care about that anymore and left you here tied up for so long. I didn't know that you were also tied up at home. If the matchmaker had told me, I would have come to save you earlier. "

Xiaowan's tears fell like rain: "But, why did you marry me?"

Ling Chaofeng said gently: "Fate."

Fate? Xiaowan did not understand, but she did not need to understand. She should just treat it as the arrangement of the heavens, should she use the past to finish all the hardships of her life?

His clothes were all spread out and he was eating and drinking. Even the wounds on his body that hadn't faded yet didn't look so hideous anymore.

"I …" Xiaowan thought about the scars all over his body, and suddenly said with teary eyes, "I am very ugly, my body is covered with scars …"

"Xiaowan." Ling Chaofeng gently called her name.

"Manager Ling …" Xiaowan replied.

As soon as he finished his words, he was lightly slapped in the face. It didn't hurt, but on the contrary, it burrowed deep into his heart. Ling Chaofeng asked: "Still not changing your mind?"

Xiaowan looked at him pitifully.

Ling Chaofeng said, "Xiaowan, I will treat you well. Don't you ever cry again."

She promised with tears in her eyes that she would finally be able to live again.