Something's Wrong With My Wife

Chapter 129: Only Fragrances Don ‘t Change 2

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qin Wenzheng frowned and thought to himself.

Second Master Qin, who had been silent all this while, suddenly said, “Big Brother, if we don’t deal with what happened last night well, the Qin family might suffer heavy losses this time. Therefore, the person who killed the boy from the Song family can’t be an outsider. Even if he is an outsider, he must be someone close to the Qin family or someone who has received a great favor from the Qin family before. Normal people won’t help us like this. After all, that boy is the most doted son in the Song family.”

“Could he have encountered bandits on the way, and they killed him because of money? His death might not have anything to do with us.”

“I don’t think so. How can there be such a coincidence? Moreover, I heard that that kid has also practiced martial arts. He’s not an ordinary person. On top of that, you heard it just now. That kid died a tragic death. His chest and head were shattered by someone. The person who intercepted him was determined to kill him.”

Second Master Qin suddenly said, “Mr. Sun has been with you for more than 20 years, Big Brother. He has been in our family for a long time and even worked under Father. He has always been conscientious and loyal. You can suspect anyone but him. Moreover, he has always done things flawlessly. How could he suddenly make a mistake and expose himself? Just now, Weimo asked that maidservant to come over… What did she say to you? Could it be that Weimo was the one who found out about him?”

Qin Wenzheng frowned and did not reply. He pondered for a moment and said,

“All of you can go back. You haven’t eaten for a day. Go back and eat. I’ll go to Weimo’s place to take a look.”

Fourth Master Qin smiled and asked, “Big Brother, aren’t you going to keep us brothers for a meal?”

Qin Wenzheng waved his hand dismissively and ignored him. He turned around and left. After taking a few steps, he turned to Butler Zhou, who was guarding the door, and said, “Mr. Sun just died of a sudden illness. Go and bury him in the small courtyard where he lives. After informing his family tomorrow, we’ll dig him out again and give him a grand burial.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly trembled. He scrambled up with a pale face and cried, “Old Master, spare me! Old Master, spare me! I was wrong. I was really wrong…”

BANG!

Butler Zhou kicked him in the head and knocked him out again.

Then, he led his men and dragged the elderly to a small garden at the back. He dug a hole and buried him in it.

In this day and age, the death of a slave was like the death of a dog. No one would ask.

Moreover, slaves were considered private property and could be disposed of as the owners pleased.

Qin Wenzheng was thinking about something along the way and arrived at the secluded courtyard where his second daughter lived. However, after standing at the door for a while, he did not enter. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Zhu’er suddenly saw him and said in surprise, “Old Master, you’re here. Why aren’t you coming in? Miss is writing in the study and hasn’t rested yet.”

Qin Wenzheng hesitated for a moment before walking in.

After entering the courtyard, he looked into the open window and saw a delicate girl in a plain white dress sitting quietly in front of the table, writing. Her face was slightly pale. He felt a pang of heartache at how frail she looked.

Qin Wenzheng entered the house and stood at the door of the study. He did not enter.

Qiu’er was about to go in to report when he asked in a low voice, “What is

Weimo writing?”

Qiu’er hesitated for a moment before replying respectfully, “Miss is writing… Sir’s poetry.”

Qin Wenzheng’s gaze flickered. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Does that kid… come over often?”

Qiu’er shook her head and glanced at the young miss inside. She said in a low voice, “Sir doesn’t come over often. He’s always forced by Madam to come over.

Sometimes, when Young Miss goes to look for him, he isn’t around.”

Qin Wenzheng knitted his brows. “That kid is so arrogant?”

Zhu’er, who was following behind, snorted. “Sir is very arrogant. He always ignores our Miss. He’s so detestable. Old Master, you have to give Sir a good talking to.”

Qin Wenzheng was stunned. He thought that the kid had indeed gone overboard, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he had done the right thing.

After all, siblings-in-law should keep a distance, right?

“I’ll find a chance to talk to him.’

Qin Wenzheng nodded. He thought, “I’ll find an opportunity to test that kid and see if he is dissatisfied with Jianjia and if he has the intention to leave the Qin residence. ”

“Father, you’re here.”

After Qin Weimo finished writing the lyrics, she heard voices outside. She stood up and wanted to walk over, but her body went limp and she almost fell.

Qiu’er and Zhu’er hurriedly ran in to support her.

Qin Weimo said gently, “I’m fine. Father, why are you here at this time?”

Qin Wenzheng stared at her silently. After a while, he shook his head and revealed a gentle smile. “Nothing much. I’m just here to see you.”

Qin Weimo smiled and said gently, “Father, just give me all the credit. Say that I’m the one who found out about the mole.’

After a pause, she added in a low voice, “If… If I do anything out of line or harms the Qin family’s reputation in the future, I hope you…

Qin Wenzheng said with a smile, “Do whatever you want to do. If you need my help, just tell me. You know better than anyone that I don’t attach much importance to the Qin family’s reputation and interests. I don’t care about these things. All I want is for you guys to be healthy and well.”

Qin Weimo lowered her head slightly and said gently, “Thank you, Father. I know that these two years, you have given up your business and lost a lot of benefits. You don’t want to compete with anyone. You’re doing this because of us…”

Qin Wenzheng sighed and looked at her lovingly. “Weimo, you’re actually smarter than anyone else in the Qin family. If it wasn’t for your health… Don’t worry, we’ll go to the capital soon. I’ll find a good physician for you..

Qin Weimo looked into his eyes and asked, “Father and I shouldn’t be the only ones going, right?”

Qin Wenzheng was silent for a moment before answering, “Everyone will be going.”

Qin Weimo said in a low voice, “So Father has been planning this all along…

There must be some secret behind the Qin residence being coveted by so many people, right?”

She raised her head again and said, “Father, you don’t have to tell me. I don’t want to know either. I only want to know that when you say everyone is going… does it include Brother-in-law?”

Qin Wenzheng frowned slightly and did not say anything.

Qin Weimo looked at him. Her voice was weak but extremely stubborn. “If

Brother-in-law doesn’t go, then I won’t go either…”

Qin Wenzheng’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything. He just said, “Rest well. Take good care of yourself.

There is less than a month until the new year. The Grand Princess will come to MO City for the new year. It should be very lively then… All right, don’t think too much. I am going back.”

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Qin Weimo looked at the empty doorway and stood quietly in the room for a long time.

Then, she slowly turned around and looked at the words she had written.

She was in a daze for a while before she sat down in front of the table and raised her hand to pick up a brush. Just as she was about to dip it in the ink, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. She coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The words on the paper were instantly dyed red.

“Miss!”

Qiu’er and Zhu’er exclaimed. They stared at her in shock and seemed like they were about to start crying.

Outside the window.

The sun set and night fell.

The girl raised her head and looked outside.

The plum blossoms under the eaves had endured the cold winter, but in the end, it could not last until the spring when hundreds of flowers bloomed. It had already begun to wither.

“I’m really useless…”

The girl muttered softly, her lips dyed red with blood.

Just like the red plum blossoms that had once bloomed.

It dazzled during the snowy season but withered when hundreds of flowers bloomed.

However, she wondered if things would be the same as the words on the paper that were dyed red with blood. “As blossoms fall to the ground and turn into dust, there leaves only fragrances that don’t change..” Would that be true?

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