C26

The atmosphere in the shop was extremely good. When the Xiaowan followed the Aunt Zhang to clean the guest rooms, they suddenly thought of the murders that happened one after another. It was as if a curse had been placed on this Cloud Lai room. It would never be safe for anyone to live inside it.

Aunt Zhang went downstairs to get a feather duster. When she came up, she saw Xiaowan staring blankly at the door plate, she smiled: "Are you afraid?"

The Wan shook her head. "I can't say. Aunt, I can't be as open as all of you. Even if you are a bad person in my eyes, it is still a life, not to mention a good person. But I know there is a rule in the inn, and I will catch up with you early and stop making such a fuss, and don't be afraid.

The Aunt Zhang gently said: "It's your kind heart, and it's not like it's a fault.

While the two of them were cleaning the house, Aunt Zhang asked, "Evening, now that I think about it, do you hate your stepmother? How much do you hate her? Don't you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" Xiaowan looked at him blankly.

"She beat you like that and mistreated you. Do you want to take revenge on her, or at least beat her up?"

"I …" Xiaowan thought about it seriously, and said, "Aunt, it has been quite a while since I've decided to follow my husband. When you asked me, I realized that I have not thought about my father, nor about my stepmother, but only about my husband and all of you."

The Aunt Zhang laughed leisurely, "Is it because the shopkeeper wants more?"

Xiaowan blushed and said, "It's true."

Aunt Zhang asked, "Then do you still hate him?"

Xiaowan nodded, her gaze dark: "I actually forgot to mention it, but when I mention it, I still hate her. The only thing I can say is that I won't care about her no matter what. If I ask if she hates me or not, I hate her. I will never forgive her for mistreating me in my entire life. "

After Ling Chaofeng came to Xiaowan and heard this sentence and half of it, he was naturally concerned: "What's wrong?"

When Xiaowan saw his husband, his gaze softened. "Nothing much, you're looking for us for something?"

Ling Chaofeng said: "I just received a letter, the people I sent to find your father."

"But …" Xiaowan no longer needed a father.

"He won't be able to come back until mid-autumn." Ling Chaofeng said, "When he comes back by boat, he will have to pass by the inn, do you want to invite him in?"

Xiaowan lowered her eyes: "I'll listen to you, but, just don't let my father take me away, I'm not going anywhere."

Aunt Zhang took her broom and brush and left quietly with a smile. Ling Chaofeng smiled, hugged Xiaowan and asked gently: "Where can you go?

Xiaowan pouted and said, "You always scare me so much that you want to break my legs again?"

Unlike when she was first here, young lady's eyes were filled with fear, or the stubbornness of someone willing to throw their lives away. Now, with a few points of pout, her gaze made people feel tender towards her, so she pouted slightly and said: "Master, please don't scare me in the future, okay?"

Ling Chaofeng lightly tapped her lips: "But what if I don't listen?"

Xiaowan muttered: "Which one of you is not listening to me?"

Ling Chaofeng was annoyed: "Who ran out early in the morning yesterday?"

hugged her and said: "You won't be allowed to do it again in the future. You can do whatever you want, but you have to protect yourself well.

"Yes, yes." The Xiaowan repeated her agreement and suddenly gave a start. She hurriedly left his husband to find the Aunt Zhang and muttered, "Look at how you're messing with me, we still have work to do."

At night, Ling Chaofeng and the rest discussed the matter of the tavern, while Xiaowan took a bath upstairs. She had initially said that it would be inconvenient to carry the hot water up and down, so she wanted to bathe together with the rest in the bathhouse in the backyard. But her aunt said that she was the head manager, and although she worked the same job as she ate and worked, there was still a difference between the masters and the servants, and she was the boss's wife.

This was the legendary life that only the young miss and the mistress of a large family could enjoy. young lady's heart softened after being bathed in this soft water.

However, when he raised his arm and raised his leg, he could not help but see the scars on his body. The wounds he had received during the marriage had all disappeared, and the bruises on his wrist had also disappeared.

Xiaowan crawled out of the bathtub, and after drying herself a little, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had never seen her own back before, but now she looked at herself in the mirror with the round mirror, she could see everything.

Her skin was so white that the scars were more pronounced.

The year before last, his brother had stolen a piece of persimmon from the house and threw it in the woodshed. The stepmother found it and insisted that she was the one who had eaten it, tearing her flesh apart. The Xiaowan was in so much pain that she wished she were dead. On New Year's Eve, there were tens of thousands of lights burning in the night, but her wounds were festering and she was burnt to a dazed state.

The wound that had been repeatedly split open finally had a cocoon-like scar on her tender body. It had been almost two years, and it hadn't even faded in the slightest.

Xiaowan used her own clothes to wrap herself up. Although Ling Chaofeng didn't mind the scars on her body, she was still a girl.

Unconsciously, she raised her right hand. Xiaowan could not help but clench her fist, but her heart trembled and she quickly let go. After hesitating for a while, she got up and kneeled in front of the window.

After thanking him in such a way, he began chanting in his heart. He clenched his hands into fists, and just as he finished chanting his wish, the Aunt Zhang outside the door asked: "Night Child, are you done bathing?"

Xiaowan hurriedly got up and replied, "I've finished washing."

After that, he busied himself with tidying up the room, and set aside the matter. In the dead of night, when Ling Chaofeng returned from washing up, he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

Under the moonlight, the charming young lady was quietly folding his clothes. Her heart warmed up as she slowly walked over and said, "It smells good."

The Xiaowan laughed: "Aunt gave me a lot of flowers."

Ling Chaofeng then stepped forward, "You want me to smell it?"

Being gently kissed on the neck, Xiaowan giggled and struggled in fear. However, she was quickly carried by her husband to bed, and when they were making love, Ling Chaofeng's grip became soft. She suddenly froze, wanting to flip Xiaowan's dress over and over, to the point that young lady moaned in embarrassment that she didn't want it.

"Later, the scar is gone." Ling Chaofeng then ripped open Xiaowan's clothes, only to see her skin was as white as snow, perfect as snow, he asked in shock, "The scars are all gone, was it because she had applied the ointment?"

Xiaowan was startled, she suddenly understood her husband's meaning, she thought she had failed to make a wish, but did not expect … Raising her arm and seeing her smooth and undamaged muscles, her eyes warmed up and she choked with sobs. "Thank you for your blessings, my husband."

Ling Chaofeng was very happy. The always calm person revealed a bright smile, kissed Xiaowan again and again, and said gently: "I will love you very much."

That night, the bashful and bashful girl gradually learned to take the initiative, which naturally made her more interesting.

The next morning, although she felt a little sore, she was in high spirits. When she went downstairs and saw the bright sunlight shining in, she ran to the front of the store and stood in the sunlight with her hands on her hips. The autumn wind was slightly cold, and the sun was warm and comfortable.

"Evening, you woke up so early?" Aunt Zhang came over from behind with a smile, "There are no guests today, so why don't you sleep a little longer?"

As he was speaking, Ling Chaofeng took the opportunity to descend the stairs. Seeing that the person in front of the door had turned around, his bright and beautiful smile was exactly the same as the first time Ling Chaofeng had seen her.

In a blink of an eye, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ershan and a group of people were driving to the town. It was almost noon, and the town was already packed with people.

Xiaowan saw something new, but although her eyes were looking everywhere, she held onto Ling Chaofeng tightly.

"Yo …" Isn't this Xiaowan? " Suddenly, a woman ran in front of him. She sized up young lady, who was dressed beautifully, in surprise, "Married to someone is really different, I can't even recognize him anymore."