The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 14 So Easily Embarrassed
While bandaging Niu Baoqing's wounds, the young apprentice cautiously stole glances at Shang Wan, who was standing nearby watching.

He and his master were asleep when the woman suddenly climbed over the wall and came in. He was so frightened that he thought a thief had broken in, but it turned out she had come to treat his injuries.

The person in the hospital bed is incredibly lucky; despite such a deep wound and so much blood loss, they still managed to survive.

The old doctor placed his fingers on Niu Baoqing's pulse, his gray eyebrows furrowed, and his face showed doubt.

"This young man's pulse is very strange. He is clearly seriously injured, yet a strange vitality is surging within him. In my decades of medical practice, I have never encountered such a strange thing."

Shang, the Strange Creator, remained calm and asked, "When will he wake up?"

"After dawn," the old doctor wrote down the prescription and instructed his apprentice to fetch the medicine.

Shang Wan gestured for Geng Hao to go aside and talk, "I'm going out to take care of something. You stay here and keep watch, don't let anyone escape."

"Okay." Geng Hao agreed readily, overjoyed, his mind racing as he planned an escape route.

The female demon is leaving; if we don't run now, when will we?

Shang Wan saw through his thoughts at a glance and said coolly, "I put a little thing on you. I can find you no matter where you go. You can try it."

Geng Hao: "..."

"Let's go." Shang Wan took a step, then suddenly stopped, turned around to look at him, and asked, "Did you bring any money?"

Geng Hao nodded subconsciously. Who runs away without taking any money?
Shang Wan looked relieved: "I didn't bring any. You can settle the consultation fee and medicine cost in a bit."

Geng Hao: ? ? ?
The old doctor, who had been pretending to be deaf, suddenly became sharp-witted upon hearing the words "medicine money," and looked at Geng Hao with a smile, "It's ten taels of silver in total. Don't worry, young man, you can pay after he wakes up."

Geng Hao: "..."

I think you're in a hurry.

He wanted to protest to Shang Wan, but in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Where did Shang Wan go?
Of course, I'd go to the jail to see her vase (a derogatory term for someone who is only good for being a pretty face).

Inside the prison, the guards pooled their money to buy some food and drinks, and chatted as they ate.

Hidden in the shadows, Shang Wan listened for a while and couldn't help but yawn.

She had spent the day fighting off a pack of wolves, monitoring Tian Sheng, and rushing to rescue people. She was quite tired now and wondered if her vase was asleep.

Lu Chengjing, who was on Shang Wan's mind, suddenly sneezed. He sat up and looked around the cell, but did not see any familiar faces.

The unrestrained laughter of the bailiffs carried from afar, making the prison cell seem even emptier.

He pursed his pale lips, pulled the sour-smelling thin blanket up a little with his left hand, and carefully lay back down on the straw mat.

Shang Wan dozed off with her head down, but she couldn't fall into a deep sleep because she was preoccupied with something on her mind.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but when she woke up, she found that the group of yamen runners were finally fast asleep, snoring loudly.

She stretched and yawned, then quietly walked over, took the key hanging on the wall, and ran to the last cell.

There weren't many prisoners in the jail, and most of them were asleep. Even if some were awake, they were too fast for Shang Wan to see clearly.

The chains rattled softly, and Lu Chengjing, wide awake, heard a familiar female voice, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Footsteps approached, and Lu Chengjing sat up, turning his head to meet Shang Wan's face as she drew near.

His cheeks flushed, and he reflexively stepped back.

"Why are you hiding?" Shang Wan reached out and pressed the back of his head, their foreheads touching. "You don't have a fever, so why is your face still red?"

Shang Wan released him, carefully examining him as she asked, "Where do you feel unwell?"

"No." Lu Chengjing looked away, his long eyelashes drooping slightly. "Why are you here again?"

"Of course I missed you," Shang Wan joked deliberately. The person in front of her looked slightly embarrassed and annoyed, and his face turned even redder. She suddenly understood why his face was flushed earlier.

Tsk tsk, how come you get shy so easily?

She suppressed the wicked thoughts that kept popping up, reached out and pulled off the thin blanket covering Lu Chengjing, then wrapped him with the soft bedding she had taken from her spatial storage before entering the cell.

Lu Chengjing was wrapped up so tightly that only his head was exposed, and his body, which had been numb with cold, immediately warmed up.

He stared at Shang Wan, slightly dazed, his lips moving as if he wanted to ask her how she managed to bring in such a large quilt. But when the words reached his lips, he remembered the woman's ability to appear and disappear without a trace, and swallowed them back.

"Keep this warm to avoid being discovered, I'll have to take it with me later." Shang Wan took out a small blue porcelain bottle from her sleeve, which she had taken from the Lu family last night and filled with spiritual spring water beforehand.

"Here." She brought the mouth of the porcelain bottle to Lu Chengjing's lips. "Drink this; it will be good for your injuries."

After observing for the past few days, Shang Wan discovered that although the spiritual spring water was effective for the people of this world, its effect was far less than it had been during the apocalypse, at least not as effective on her own body.

She guessed that they were from two different worlds, and that their different constitutions might have weakened the effects of the spiritual spring water after the transmigration.

Lu Chengjing lowered his eyes, sipped the bottle, and drank all the spiritual spring water in the porcelain bottle as Shang Wan fed him.

She's very well-behaved.

Shang Wan smiled slightly and slowly began to talk about Geng Hao and Niu Baoqing, while also sharing the juicy gossip she had found in the backyard of the county government office.

When listening to serious matters, Lu Chengjing remained expressionless, but when listening to gossip, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Why does this person look so bitter and resentful even when listening to gossip?

Shang Wan didn't understand. She thought for a moment, then took out the copied paper from her bosom and held it up in front of Lu Chengjing. "I copied this letter. Take a look."

The prison was dimly lit, and Lu Chengjing didn't have Shang Wan's abnormal eyesight. "I can't see clearly. Since you copied it down, you should know what's written in the letter. Why don't you just tell me?"

Shang Wan: "..."

No, she didn't know.

If she could understand the words on the letter, would she have bothered to copy it?

She couldn't understand why, since the original owner of this body was literate and she was literate, the literate soul, after entering the literate body, ended up with a negative result instead of a positive one.

This unscientific!

"I'm afraid I might have let something slip, so you should see for yourself. I'll go get an oil lamp." Shang Wan made an excuse and left the cell.

Lu Chengjing watched her retreating figure, his eyes slightly surprised.

He didn't mean to test him, but Shang Wan's illiteracy was truly unexpected.

He frowned. The original Shang Wan was literate, but this woman was deliberately impersonating her. How come she didn't even know this?

Shang Wan felt that her excuse was quite good, but little did she know that her true identity had already been exposed by Lu Chengjing.

By the light of the oil lamp, Lu Chengjing read the letter very slowly.

Shang Wan glanced at him, "Tian Sheng finished reading it in just a few glances, why did it take you so long?"

Lu Chengjing, who was being disliked: "..."

With his keen eye, he could naturally tell that the writing on the paper was copied verbatim; not only was it not similar in spirit, but some of them were even wrong in shape.

If the characters were written even a little more neatly, why would he have stared at them for so long?

He tried to hold back but couldn't. He lifted his eyelids and said expressionlessly, "Please make sure your calligraphy is more legible next time."

(End of this chapter)