Quick Wear: After Revenge, I and the Immortal King Renew Our Relationship

Cheng's mother felt fearless, thinking that she was just talking and would not dare to hit her, so she continued to shout and curse.

However, the next second, a cold hand grabbed Mother Cheng's neck. She opened her eyes wide in panic and her voice stopped abruptly.

Her feet gradually left the ground. Mother Cheng was out of breath and tried to pry her hands away, but to no avail. She could not utter a sound for help or mercy. She struggled desperately, hating this vicious woman even more in her heart, regretting that she had not yet enjoyed the blessing.

Just as An Yan was about to squeeze harder, she heard a cold and familiar voice, "Calm down."

An Yan subconsciously let go of her hand and looked at the person who came. The other person's shiny head made her eyebrows jump, and her voice unconsciously rose a few notes, "You became a monk?!"

"Well, you can return to secular life, don't worry." Rong Ci touched his head embarrassedly. For some reasons, his original body was temporarily practicing in Huangjue Temple. He found long hair troublesome, so he followed the trend and shaved his head.

It is said that a bald head can best reflect one's appearance. When I saw him today, it was true. Rong Ci's face is so handsome that it is unbelievable.

"Master, Master! Please save me, this vicious woman is going to kill me! Please help me report to the police and arrest her!" Mother Cheng covered her aching throat, hid behind Rong Ci, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Rong Ci moved to the side, exposing himself. "You said this girl wants to kill you?"

"Yeah! She pinched..."

"You must have done something wrong to force a kind and weak girl to the point of killing someone. Oh, how much suffering she must have endured!" Rong Ci said righteously.

Cheng's mother was so angry that she almost collapsed. "What do you mean I did something wrong? It was obviously her. Ah, you bald donkey, you must have been attracted by this vixen's appearance and wanted to become her lover, right?"

Rong Ci clasped his hands together, his smile tinged with murderous intent and provocation. When he looked at An Yan, he was affectionate and said, "That's what I was thinking. What do you think, my lady?"

An Yan blinked her eyes and said shyly, "I am not talented, but I wish to marry you, Master, and fly together like a pair."

Cheng's mother was so angry that her heart ached. "You are so good, Yan Niang. While my son is away, you actually committed adultery with an outsider and even let the adulterer come to our house openly. Just wait, I will report it to the police!"

An Yan waved her hand and the door closed in front of Cheng's mother, almost breaking her nose.

Mother Cheng was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, pointed at the door, and said tremblingly, "Witchcraft, there is a monster!"

An Yan walked towards her and said, "Auntie Cheng, there are some things I feel I need to make clear to you. Your son and I have never been married. We didn't hold a wedding banquet, and we never registered with the government. It can be said that we have no relationship at all."

"That's not right. You've been eating my food and using my things for so many years. It's not too much to say that I'm your mother's creditor, right?"

"You didn't go to the government to register?" Cheng's mother was a little confused. Her son brought her back and said he wanted to get married.

She was in poor health at the time and couldn't take care of it. Her son was capable and said she didn't need to worry about it. She saw that the two of them were so close that they went in and out together and treated each other like husband and wife. Yan Niang also paid for it and put in the effort, so how could they not get married?

She couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

An Yan looked at Rong Ci lovingly, "Yes, that's why Rong Ci and I, single as a man and a woman, fell in love at first sight and fell in love again. We decided to get married. What do you, an old woman, dare to object to? What can the government do to me?"

"But you and my son..." Mother Cheng wanted to struggle. She knew in her heart that if An Yan was gone and her son failed the exam again, her leisurely life would be gone.

She tried hard to force a smile that was uglier than crying. "Mother Yan, we have lived together for so long, and I have seen the friendship between you and Shuo'er that supports each other. I will pretend that I didn't see what happened to you today. When Shuo'er comes back, you two will be fine, okay?"

An Yan ignored her, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote an IOU. The content was that Cheng Shuo and Cheng Da Niang, mother and son, owed Hu Anyan a total of about 8,000 taels of silver. If they could not repay it within a year, they would sell themselves to pay it off. The date was that day.

"Sign and seal it!"

Cheng's mother only knew a few simple words. After An Yan read out the content, she knew that she must not sign it. If she couldn't pay it back, she would have to sell herself. If she became a slave, Shuo'er would not even be eligible to take the imperial examination!

An Yan instigated him clearly, "What are you afraid of? When your precious son becomes the top scholar in the imperial examination and marries a rich girl, you'll have as much silver and gold as you want. Why are you still short of these eight thousand taels of silver?"

Cheng's mother was hesitant, so An Yan grabbed her hand, cut it, and left a fingerprint in the blood.

"Ouch, I can't do this!" Cheng's mother ignored the pain and cried for the IOU back.

An Yan held it high, waiting for the ink to dry. "Auntie Cheng, you are now living in my house and you have to pay rent. I hope you can see your status and identity clearly. It's getting late, and I haven't had breakfast yet. Hurry and make it!"

Cheng's mother was in tears, but unfortunately she was now isolated and helpless, so she could only do the work as she asked.

She had lived a life of luxury for so many years, with food and shelter taken care of by others, that she had long forgotten how to cook. She cooked a meal in a clumsy way and made a mess.

When it was served on the table, An Yan glanced at it with disdain and said coldly, "Remake it!"

Cheng's mother was very aggrieved, "It's already prepared, it would be such a waste if we don't eat it!"

"Haha, you've become forgetful now that you're old, haven't you? Which shameless old woman said that plain porridge was tasteless, vegetable porridge was too bland, and lean meat porridge was too dry, so she refused to drink it. Why didn't you think about wasting food back then?"

Cheng's mother's face turned pale and red, and she said timidly, "I know. I'll do it again right away."

After the people left, An Yan and Rong Ci ate the food in the space, chatted, and exchanged information with each other.

An Yan said with great interest, "Cheng Shuo won't be back for another month. During this time, you can have some fun with this old woman and then settle the score with the real owner. What about you? When will you return to secular life?"

Rong Ci held up his chin and said, "My identity is a bit complicated. The current emperor has to call me uncle. Back then, the original owner failed in his bid for the throne and was forced to voluntarily go to Huangjue Temple for asceticism. I'm afraid it would be a bit troublesome to return to secular life with this identity. How about I just run away?"

An Yan's eyes lit up. "No, this identity is great! Such a high generation is very useful in this feudal era."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want."

Rong Ci stayed at An Yan's house for a few days and then returned to Huangjue Temple. He wanted to go back to arrange his return to secular life and marry An Yan as soon as possible.

An Yan kept tormenting Aunt Cheng, using the same excuses she had used to pick on the original owner, leaving her speechless. She could only wipe her tears silently in her room at night, hoping her son would come back soon.