Scientific Travel

"Dad~" Wang Xi's cries interrupted their awkward conversation; she had been fully conscious the entire time.

But no one noticed her! They just left her lying on the ground!

When Li Pingle heard Wang Xi crying, it was as if he had just remembered that he had a daughter. He ran over and carried her to the bed as well.

Fearing that she might touch Wang Moyu's wound, Li Pingle had Wang Xi sit on the corner of the bed.

Now is not the time to ask her how she got here; Zhao Shanglan is still here.

When there is no danger, Zhao Shanglan is the greatest danger.

Li Pingle told Wang Xi to sit still, then walked up to Zhao Shanglan and whispered, "Let's talk outside."

"No, let's talk here." Zhao Shanglan didn't stand on ceremony. She pulled up a chair, sat down at the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.

Li Pingle knew that Zhao Shanglan was the type to act only after seeing tangible results. Although she hadn't been able to help this time, she definitely wouldn't agree to make a wasted trip.

However, his initial willingness to be with Zhao Shanglan was solely to save Wang Moyu. Now that Wang Moyu no longer needs her help, Li Pingle naturally cannot agree to the initial offer.

“Yes, Uncle Li.” Deng Yin walked over to Li Pingle and stood next to him. “Just say what you have to say here. Maybe I can help you solve it.”

Rather than someone who is docile and obedient and can be molded at will, Zhao Shanglan prefers someone with a bit of a prickly edge.

After all, if you don't tame a pet yourself, you're less likely to feel close to it.

Zhao Shanglan poured Deng Yin a cup of tea and gestured for her to sit next to him.

Deng Yin didn't stand on ceremony with her, and after finishing his drink, he commented, "It's so-so."

Zhao Shanglan was amused by her and invited her, "Come to my house another day, and I'll treat you to some really good tea."

Although Li Pingle didn't know that Zhao Shanglan had this quirk, he could still tell that something was amiss.

Now that Deng Yin was in great danger, Li Pingle didn't care about saving face anymore. But when he spoke, he was still a little vague: "Since my wife has been rescued, our previous agreement is naturally invalid. But don't worry, I won't let you make a wasted trip. I still have five bottles of poison made from black soil. If you don't mind, I'll give you all five bottles as compensation for your wasted trip."

"Compensation? I'm a kind and gentle person, and you're going to compensate me with five bottles of poison?"

Deng Yin understood; she was dissatisfied with the payment. In this matter, Li Pingyue was indeed in the wrong—who gives poison as a gift?

"Oh? What was the agreed-upon compensation? Let me see if I received it."

It's nothing more than gold coins and the like, which is exactly what Deng Yin has plenty of right now.

"It's nothing..."

"Li Pingyue".

Zhao Shanglan's voice was louder, completely drowning out Li Pingle's voice.

"Cough...Wh...what???"

Deng Yin didn't drink the tea; she choked on her own saliva.

Is that what she thought?

...That can't be right.

"The reward is Li Pingle." Zhao Shanglan explained to her again with great patience.

! ! ! ! ! ! !

Although Uncle Li was indeed quite handsome, Deng Yin never imagined he could be like this...

The situation has now become very bad; there are five people in the room, and only one of them is unconscious.

Hint: That person was stunned by the electric shock.

Q: Who is she?

"Ah......"

Zhao Shanglan's voice was loud enough for the person lying on the bed to hear clearly.

Upon hearing Wang Moyu's voice, Li Pingle's eyes practically pierced the ground with their gaze.

Although I never expected to keep this a secret from her forever, it shouldn't be like this!

Wang Xi didn't understand. She asked Wang Moyu, "Mother, what does it mean that Father is the reward? Does it mean that Father will be sold to her in the future?"

Deng Yin was incredibly embarrassed. She wished she hadn't brought this up, but who could have predicted this?!

Things started to go wrong, and Deng Yin decided to use his fame to intimidate people and try to get away from the topic.

"I am Deng Yin. Give me some face, and let this matter between you two be considered closed."

Now, every official has heard of the name Deng Yin, let alone Zhao Shanglan, who holds a high position.

Fearing that Zhao Shanglan wouldn't believe him, Deng Yin even gave her a demonstration on the spot.

"Look at my hands, isn't there nothing on them?"

The next second, a stick of unknown material suddenly appeared in Deng Yin's hand.

“I can also control lightning, look.” Deng Yin splashed tea on Zou Guangyu’s face. The setting wasn’t high at the time, but a pot of tea was enough to wake him up.

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle"

Perhaps because there was water this time, even though it was the same setting, the effect was much better than last time.

Zou Guangyu originally had a head of smooth, black hair, but now it's all curly.

"You really are Deng Yin." Zhao Shanglan has never been a superstitious person; she doesn't believe in ghosts or gods.

but now......

Believe it.

"Of course, how about this, I know some other things too, let's go outside and talk." Deng Yin spoke quickly, as if the words were too hot to swallow. "Wang Xi, you come with me too, I've missed you so much."

Deng Yin let Doctor Wang lead Wang Xi, while she dragged Zou Guangyu away, taking Zhao Shanglan with her. The large room was now empty except for the two of them.

Li Pingyue lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Moyu, and slowly walked to the bedside.

"I was wrong......"

"You're not wrong, how could you be wrong?" Although Wang Moyu's wounds had almost healed, she was still in a lot of pain. Anger overwhelmed the pain, and Wang Moyu sat up abruptly.

"It was my fault. I'm only holding you back now that I'm alive—" Li Pingle covered Wang Moyu's mouth with her hand, silencing her before she could say what she was about to say.

Li Pingle's eyes were red, and large tears fell like hailstones, as if trying to crush everyone who was not sheltered.

"How could you... say such a thing?" His voice was very soft, as if he was trying to suppress a sob and force himself to calm down.

Wang Moyu forcefully shook off Li Pingle's hand that was covering her mouth. "Then what do you want me to say?"

She didn't cry when her face was disfigured, nor when she was beaten to the point of near death, but now, on this face full of anger, there are two lines of glistening tears that seem out of place.

"Should I praise you? You love me so much, you'd do anything for me, even abandon your wife and children to be someone else's plaything!"

"I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!" Li Pingle cried out. He wanted to go to bed and hug Wang Moyu, as she loved to hug him the most.

Wang Moyu saw through his intention, wiped away her tears, and said, "Don't touch me."

Li Pingle's hands were suspended in mid-air, unable to reach out, yet unwilling to put them down...