My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

After Lu Antai left, Wen Wan looked at Xie Changqing with some concern.

"Given this old man's temper, he will definitely not let it go so easily. If he can't do it to me, he might go looking for trouble with you.

I can't ask about your job because I know too little information to analyze what he will do or what impact it will have on you.

Anyway, you have to..."

As Wen Wan spoke, she felt his gaze become more passionate and tender, making her feel as if she had done something to touch his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not the case. Wen Wan swallowed her saliva under his heavy gaze and said, "You have to be careful.

It's not that he can do anything to you, but there's a saying that goes, a toad crawling on the back of your foot won't bite you, but it will disgust you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Wan was grabbed by Xie Changqing's waist and pulled towards him. Before she could recover, a big hand grabbed the back of her neck and a gentle kiss was placed on her.

Unlike the previous kisses that were either affectionate, passionate, or lustful and aggressive, this kiss was extremely gentle.

It's like tasting a rare fine wine, carefully and cautiously.

"I'm very happy," he said.

“?” Wen Wan was a little confused.

Xie Changqing stroked the thin skin beside her ear with his fingertips, and his gentle gaze made her feel that "eyes that can draw silk" was a very specific adjective.

After a long while, he said solemnly: "You seem to...really let go of Lu Yiming."

Wen Wan was speechless for a moment, then rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and let him figure it out for himself.

The consequence of letting him experience it himself was that when Wen Wan woke up the next day, his bones were sore.

The weather was too cold and Wen Wan really didn't want to leave the warm bed.

But she didn't expect that her strength was limited. After lying down for a while, the quilt became cold and she curled up in the quilt because of the cold.

I really can't understand it. We are the same person, but why when Xie Changqing is here, it's like there is a human-shaped hot pack in the quilt, making it warm everywhere, but as soon as he leaves, it becomes cold in a short while.

This is probably what the ancients really meant when they said “find someone to warm the bed”!

It's already the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, and everyone is busy preparing for the New Year. Xie Changqing is no exception, and he finally has a holiday.

As if they had telepathic connection, just as Wen Wan was about to call for help, Xie Changqing came in with hot milk and an omelet in his hand.

The milk is freshly made from store-bought powdered milk, and the omelets should be freshly baked and still steaming hot.

When she watched TV dramas in the past, there would always be a scene where the hero brought breakfast to the heroine in bed. At that time, she was only focused on the plot.

I didn't think about it at all. It was tolerable to get up early in the morning without washing my face, but is it really okay to start eating without brushing my teeth?

Others may not know, but Wen Wan can’t accept it.

"It's snowing outside and it's too cold. Don't get up. Just eat in bed!"

As Xie Changqing spoke, he pulled a chair and placed it next to the bed to serve as a dining table.

After saying that, he pushed Wen Wan back into the bed, turned around and went out. After a while, he came back with a brazier full of burning charcoal.

Wen Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's so early in the morning, not only did you let me eat without brushing my teeth, you also brought a charcoal basin into the room for me. Do you want to change your wife and send me away first?"

Xie Changqing looked at her with a wooden face for a moment, then turned and went out. When he came back, he had a basin filled with hot water and toothpaste and a toothbrush in his hands.

"I'm a grown man, I'm used to being rough around the edges, I don't think about these things, I'll get you a basin to collect dirty water, you can wash up inside! It's too cold outside."

This was treating her like a patient, but it was out of good intentions, so Wen Wan thought about it and decided to follow his lead. She took the toothbrush he handed her, which had a piece of white toothpaste on it.

"Where's the charcoal basin?"

Xie Changqing stared at her suspiciously for a moment, his expression somewhat distressed, "Have you never used a charcoal basin in winter since you were a child?"

Wen Wan was stunned and almost forgot that she was reborn. She still thought she lived in a tightly fitted concrete building in the city.

At that time, houses in rural areas were all built with mud bricks, and there were gaps in the doors, windows, and roofs, so there was no such thing as carbon monoxide poisoning due to lack of air circulation.

I remember that the Wen family burned firewood. Most families would have a fire pit in the main hall. When it was cold, they would put firewood in and burn it, and everyone would gather around to keep warm.

The door of the main room is not closed. When firewood burns, it will produce very black smoke and fly dust, but there will be no carbon monoxide poisoning.

Only rich people could afford charcoal.

Wen Wan touched her nose with a guilty conscience, "I haven't used it, but I read in a book that burning charcoal in a closed environment can easily cause carbon monoxide poisoning."

"It's okay, just open the window a little, otherwise you'll be cold."

Even though it was snowing heavily, the villagers still crowded into the Wen family's home.

It’s already the fourth day of the promised three days, and Lu Antai can’t hide anymore.

Lu Antai acknowledged the debt, but was unwilling to bear the entire amount, as he felt it was a bit exaggerated.

I don’t know who provided the consulting service to the villagers, but they insisted that this was the amount and not a single cent could be less than what was written in black and white.

If they don't give it to them, I'll go to the town and sue him. If that doesn't work in the town, I'll go to the provincial capital. Anyway, women do all the housework during the New Year, so all the families that owe money will have a man to deal with. There's plenty of time, so I'll sue him wherever I can.

Lu Antai was initially prepared to say that the money was owed by Lu Yiming and Wen Ya, and that they could not sue him. But when he was about to speak, he remembered that all the IOUs were written by him.

Before, I thought that admitting the blame for Lu Yiming and Wen Ya was just a temporary measure. I thought that Lu Yiming and Wen Ya were framed, and as long as the case was investigated thoroughly, these accounts would naturally no longer exist.

I didn't expect it to end up like this.

Even though he knew that the debt owed by Lu Yiming and Wen Ya had now become his, he still held on to a sense of hope.

“You are borrowing Lu Yiming Wen Ya. In the secular world, Lu Yiming and I are father and son.

It is only right that a son pays off his father's debts, and that a son's debts be paid off by his father.

But legally, Lu Yiming and I are two independent free persons, and no matter where you sue me, it is not reasonable for me to pay his debts."

Xu Fengqin said: "Whether you are a natural person or a non-natural person, the IOUs we have in our hands are all written by you, and they also have your signature and seal.

No matter how you argue, you can't shirk responsibility. The police station will use some instrument to check whether the handwriting and fingerprints are yours, and then they can confirm whether the IOU was written by you. You can't deny it."

Lu Antai really didn't expect that such a small Qinghe Village could be so full of hidden talents.

It would be fine if there was Wen Wan, who was as hard as a needle and as difficult to deal with as anything else, but now even a working woman who can't read a single word is so powerful.

I really underestimated it.