My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

At this time, Wan Sutong stared at Zhao Jinghua's abdomen without blinking, and saw that the wound was gradually recovering from the inside out. Until the wound was completely healed, Wan Sutong told the driver to go back to Wanfulou.

Arriving at Wanfulou, Wan Sutong quickly got off the carriage, walked into the building and told Fang Man to "bring a basin of water."

Fang Man saw Wan Sutong's hands were covered in blood and quickly went into the kitchen. Uncle Zhou came to Wan Sutong's side and asked hurriedly, "Where are you injured?"

Fang Man came out with a wooden basin, followed by an anxious Uncle Sun. Wan Sutong took the basin, shook her head, turned and left, saying loudly, "It's not me!" Then she stepped onto the carriage.

Wan Sutong placed the wooden basin on the seat and then took out a clean handkerchief. After wetting it, she carefully wiped off the dried blood on Zhao Jinghua's chin and hands. Zhao Jinghua's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Wan Sutong breathed a sigh of relief, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his head when he heard Wan Sutong's voice, but looking at the still blurry figure in front of him, he planned not to tell Wan Sutong before she found anything unusual. Instead, he smiled and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry to have frightened you, madam. It's all right now." His complexion returned to normal at this moment, as if nothing had happened just now. However, Zhao Jinghua's bloodstained clothes and the bloodstained sword on the ground were enough to prove the dangerous scene just now.

Wan Sutong raised her hands and hugged Zhao Jinghua, her tone full of heartache, "You scared me to death, I didn't expect the Concubine Chen to attack, why didn't you fight back?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and hugged Wan Sutong back after hearing this. "Madam, have you forgotten that your husband no longer has his original cultivation? How can Zhao Sinian's cultivation alone beat the Concubine Chen? If I don't take action, she might be afraid of me."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong frowned and looked up at Zhao Jinghua, "Then why don't you let me do it?"

Zhao Jinghua took back the hand that was holding Wan Sutong, and then sighed, "She is also a pitiful person. She thought I was not dead, but joined forces with Zhao Jinfang to kill his son. If you fight with her, you will not offend Concubine Chen, but Zhao Jingyu. In the end, I am afraid that my father-in-law will be implicated."

Wan Sutong stood up and kissed Zhao Jinghua on the cheek, saying with relief, "I found that your personality seems to be changing a little bit."

Zhao Jinghua smiled and lowered his head slightly when he heard this. "Am I not treating you well now?"

Wan Sutong shook her head and explained hastily, "No, you have always been good to me, but I feel that your personality is a little different."

Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyes when he heard this, and asked softly, "What's the difference?"

Wan Sutong thought about it carefully, and shook her head after a moment, "I don't know either, but I just feel that you have become different since you met Jing Huai."

After hearing this, Zhao Jinghua closed his eyes, chuckled, and nodded, "That's because I used to think that there was no need to accept people or things other than you in Zhao Jinghua's memory. Now it's naturally different."

Wan Sutong chuckled after hearing this, "So you didn't know what to do when you faced Zhao Jinghuai?"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly with a lonely tone in his voice, "When I saw Jing Huai crying then, I realized that my character was indeed lacking. I didn't talk enough to Chen Ye when we were children..." At this point, Zhao Jinghua sighed heavily, "In the past, even if I passed by him, I would not take the initiative to call him to come over. But in my heart, I hoped that Chen Ye and I would be like an ordinary father and son. He would come over and call me father and let me hug him, but it is obviously impossible. However, Minghua's character is that he would take the initiative to find me. After Chen Ye reached the age of twenty, he called me Your Majesty, and no longer called me his adoptive father. Later, he even left the palace. I thought he had grown up and didn't want to recognize me as his adoptive father, but now I know that Chen Ye felt that I treated him differently from Minghua, and he was angry with me. If I didn't have such a personality... Chen Ye wouldn't be afraid of me now." As soon as he finished speaking, a tear slid down Zhao Jinghua's cheek and fell on the top of Wan Sutong's head.

Wan Sutong felt Zhao Jinghua's tears falling on her head. She looked up at Zhao Jinghua in disbelief and asked, "You're crying?" Wan Sutong was instantly flustered and didn't know how to comfort this father who felt he owed his son.

0533 Hearing this, I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart, thinking, "It turns out that people who can't express their emotions are so miserable. It seems that he feels that he owes Eunuch Chen."

Wan Sutong lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment before speaking with a little hesitation, "How about I give birth to a child for you? Now that you know about it, you can keep your thoughts to yourself in the future, okay?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled after hearing this and raised his hand to hold Wan Sutong in his arms. He lowered his head to look at Wan Sutong and spoke in a voice that suppressed lust, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

0533 felt so overwhelmed that he covered his head and said, "Host! What are you saying? I'm still here!"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and kissed Wan Sutong on the forehead. "Please help me buy some new clothes."

Wan Sutong looked at Zhao Jinghua's blood-soaked clothes and nodded, "Oh, right!" Then he quickly got off the carriage and came to the clothing store next to Wanfulou.

Zhao Jinghua's vision was much clearer now. He sighed and raised his hand to rub his brow. At this time, Uncle Sun's worried voice came from outside the carriage, "Son-in-law, are you injured?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and opened the curtain of the sedan chair when he heard this. Uncle Sun's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw Zhao Jinghua's misty blue gown stained with large patches of blood. He quickly turned his head away and said, "You are seriously injured."

Zhao Jinghua covered his abdomen when he heard this, and then lowered his voice and sounded a little weak, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Uncle Sun saw the bloody sword hanging in the carriage and couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He said worriedly, "Let me help you get off the carriage."

Zhao Jinghua smiled and shook his head. "No need. Su Tong will be back soon. If I don't see her, I'll be worried." Uncle Sun sighed and turned back to Wanfulou.

At this time, the two waiters and Uncle Zhou came over and asked, "Is that the son-in-law in the carriage?"

Uncle Sun nodded, frowned, and pursed his lips into a line. "It's horrible." At this, Uncle Sun gestured at his abdomen with his hand. "It's all blood. His face is frighteningly pale. The long sword in the carriage is covered in blood. I guess it was pierced." At this, Uncle Sun grinned. "That can save his life. Manager Wan's medical skills are extraordinary."

Fang Man and Xiao Liuzi were so scared that they hugged each other, not even daring to look at the carriage on the street. They both said in unison, "How painful it must be!" Uncle Zhou felt his hair stand on end. He hissed and then shook his head repeatedly.

At this time, Wan Sutong hurriedly walked out of the clothing store holding a set of silver-white large-sleeved shirt in her arms. The four people sighed after seeing this, and then turned around and went about their own business.

Wan Sutong walked to the carriage and handed the clothes into the carriage. She blushed and said, "You change in the carriage. I'll wait for you outside."