Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 148 Not Expecting_1

Chapter 148: Chapter 148 Not Expecting_1

Zhulan had been standing there like a backdrop, watching Wu Ming who, despite his small stature, was throwing around threats and intimidations, not letting anyone leave until they went to East City to deliver a message to Zhang Heng. They were to bring silver to settle matters, extorting a family so they wouldn’t end up with broken legs. The family had brought ten taels of silver, while Zhang Heng, without showing his face, took twenty taels. In less than half an hour, thirty taels were in hand.

Zhulan looked at Wu Ming, who was only fifteen years old. People from ancient times really matured early. He was especially slick in leveraging his position, and he was ruthless, too. She could see it clearly—if the timing hadn’t been wrong, Wu Ming would’ve genuinely wanted to break the man’s legs.

Once the silver was collected, Wu Ming let everyone roll out. Frowning, he had been so preoccupied with his schemes that he only then noticed that the girl with the off-kilter mind hadn’t left yet. "Aren’t you leaving, Miss?" he asked.

Wang Ru wanted to leave, too. She realized that the carriage outside was gone. She didn’t know where the coachman had gone and didn’t dare to wander off. Did they really think she wanted to stay? She had been frightened, too. A boss was indeed a boss; a few words had netted thirty taels of silver. "The young lady is waiting for the coachman," she said.

Internally cursing, that was the coachman Shi Qing had assigned to her, and he had actually abandoned her. She felt uneasy. Was Shi Qing trying to teach her a lesson, or had she been caught in someone else’s scheme? She hadn’t forgotten Shi Qing’s birth mother was no pushover.

Zhulan estimated that it was almost noon, and she was hungry. She tugged at Zhou Shuren’s sleeve, and he understood instantly, "Since the matter with Nephew Wu has been settled, we should also head back first."

Zhao Bo stood up as well. He was really satisfied today and had confirmed that Wu Ming was not someone to mess with. He took notice and, with a smile, said, "I’ll head back too."

Wu Ming was embarrassed, having taken advantage today, and not arranging for a meal would not do, "Please wait, Uncle Zhou and Uncle Zhao; let this nephew invite you to a simple meal as thanks."

Today’s favor wasn’t something a meal could repay, but right now, he didn’t have the means. He made a mental note to repay them in the future; he was a man who distinguished between kindness and enmity clearly.

Zhou Shuren didn’t want to stay for a meal; he preferred to eat an entire fish banquet with Zhulan, "Today, your family has been startled and needs to be properly comforted. There is no rush for a meal. Why not set it after the imperial examination, and we can celebrate accomplishing two things at once?"

Zhao Bo joined in, "We’ll be waiting for you, Xiao Sanyuan. When the time comes, you won’t be able to refuse."

Zhou Shuren, "...."

He hoped that Xiao Sanyuan wouldn’t succeed. He truly didn’t believe he’d end up in second place again!

Zhulan, observing Zhou Shuren’s indifferent face, smiled inwardly. Zhou Shuren really wanted to be number one as well.

Wu Ming glanced sideways at his listless grandfather and his grandmother with swollen, tearful eyes. His brother and sister had also been frightened. Indeed, it wasn’t a good time for thanks, "Then I’ll listen to both uncles."

He made a firm resolution in his heart that he must get first place in order to not let down the help of the two uncles!

Wang Ru’s face was wooden as she watched the Zhou family and the future big shot grow closer and closer, unable to make another move. The boss looked at her with such cold eyes. Her eyes were nearly bloodshot with jealousy, yet she also feared—could it be that what was meant to happen would always happen? She was afraid that even if Zhou Xuehan got engaged, she could still marry the male lead. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became; her modern thinking predominated, believing that as long as one wasn’t married, they were still free!

Zhulan was worried—since it looked like Lady Li wouldn’t be able to come over and cook lunch, what should she do? The daughter had learned cooking but could only make simple dishes!

Zhulan and her group headed outside, and a male figure approached from the opposite direction, followed by a young servant. The man was quite tall by ancient standards, about one meter seventy-eight, with a youthful face, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, and a warm, jade-like appearance. He was dressed in plain colors and wore a jade pendant, creating quite a visual impact as he approached.

In modern times, Zhulan loved fantasy TV series, particularly adoring the characters styled like ethereal jade beings. It had been almost half a year, and now she had come face to face with the real thing!

Zhou Shuren was unhappy, his face darkening. He couldn’t help but touch his own face. Why didn’t he look like his modern self? Without his glasses, his attractiveness would definitely be no less than the man before him. He silently blocked Zhulan’s view.

Zhulan stared at Zhou Shuren’s back. Even without seeing his expression, she knew that Zhou Shuren’s face was not looking good out of jealousy. She couldn’t help but chuckle. There was potential for him to become a real vinegar jar. She only appreciated the view a bit; once she looked away, she wouldn’t look again.

As the host, Wu Ming stepped forward, "May I ask why the gentleman has come to my place, and what business brings you here?"