Chapter 33 - 33 27 Marital News_2

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Chapter 33 of "Miss Truth" opens with suspenseful action: 33: Chapter 27 Marital News_2 33: Chapter 27 Marital News_2 As she spoke, she had... Keep going!

33: Chapter 27 Marital News_2 33: Chapter 27 Marital News_2 As she spoke, she had Wan Lu open the umbrella, and they headed toward the outside of the East Market. “Where are you going? Let me take you there,” Qin Musheng had been pining for several days, dreaming about that astonishing moment night after night, and was not about to let go of this ideal opportunity. Seeing that Ran Yan ignored him, Wan Lu turned around and said, “My lord, if it is for my wife’s sake, please wait until this matter settles before discussing further!” Upon hearing this, Qin Musheng really did stop in his tracks. Wan Lu sighed inwardly as she looked at Qin Musheng, clad in luxurious garments, standing tall and handsome in the rain. If he truly had affection for the wife, it was a silver lining in their misfortune. “Wife…” Wan Lu noticed that Ran Yan’s mood seemed down and wanted to offer comforting words, but Ran Yan interrupted her, “Hurry and find Sang Chen. He still owes me money, and nothing bad can happen to him these next few days.” That debt was equivalent to several human lives! Seeing that Qin Musheng did not follow, Ran Yan hastened back with Wan Lu to the alley they had come from. Ran Yan speculated that Sang Chen had likely encountered trouble before even leaving the alley since Wan Lu had not seen him enter the East Market through the entrance. And since this alley faced the main gate of the East Market, the guards would not ignore any incidents. After searching several alleys in the rain, they still found no trace of Sang Chen. Wan Lu said, “Wife, you are soaked through. Let’s go back. This neighborhood is filled with noble houses, unlike other areas with a mix of good and bad. Mr. Sang should be fine.” “It’s still early. Let’s keep looking,” Ran Yan felt that they couldn’t afford to think like ordinary people or they were bound to be disappointed with regard to Sang Chen. Wan Lu pursed her lips and refrained from any further persuasion, though she cursed Sang Chen inwardly. She enjoyed the sight of handsome men, but to her, even the most beautiful man was less important than a single hair on Ran Yan’s head. After a quarter of an hour, they had checked seven or eight nearby alleys with no sign of Sang Chen. Just when they were about to give up, a commotion rose from behind them. Turning around, Ran Yan saw a middle-aged Han man in his forties glaring angrily at a young man standing under an eave, speaking with evident impatience, “Sir, are you asking for directions or looking for trouble!” Wan Lu took a good look at the young man, drenched like a drowned rat, and her expression brightened. She tugged at Ran Yan, moving forward, “It’s Mr. Sang!” “I was merely asking for directions, yet this Han man, why do you spew such hurtful words!” Sang Chen, flushed with anger, had a hint of red spread across his fair face and neck. Indeed, a clay Buddha has three points of earthiness, Ran Yan thought, it seemed this docile rabbit had begun to bite! “What’s happening?” Seeing the Han man’s eyes bulging and his muscular upper body tense, with veins on his neck throbbing as if on the verge of erupting, Ran Yan quickly interjected. Ran Yan’s cool voice tempered the tension slightly. The Han man, seeing a young wife speak up, immediately started ranting as if pardoned, “Is this your husband? Take him away quickly. He has been knocking on my door eight times in less than half an hour! From here to the East Market, you only need to turn three corners. He kept asking eight times, if that’s not provoking what is it!” Sang Chen, who was wiping his face dry with his sleeve, immediately retorted upon hearing the man speak, “Each time, I walked quite a distance before knocking to ask for directions. Who would have thought each time it would be your door by chance? Even so, is there a need to insult me?” The Han man, already impatient, furrowed his brow upon hearing Sang Chen’s untenable defense, and with a flick of his sleeve, he seized Sang Chen by the lapels, “Let me tell you! Our Hu Family might have retired from our former trade, but we are not to be trifled with! You look well-mannered, can’t you recognize the way or at least read? This is Hu residence! The two words are written big! Are you blind? Keep up your nonsense, and watch out lest I chop you down!” Sang Chen’s face turned pale, and he stammered, “You, don’t, don’t mess around, a gentleman, a gentleman should use his mouth, not his hands!” “To wash one’s hands of the affair” has never been used in serious business, and even the righteous paths of the martial world can’t avoid the need for violence. Hearing these words, Ran Yan quickly said, “My lord, please do not be angry, he is not in his right mind, the child apologizes on your behalf, please have more patience with him.” The man looked Sang Chen up and down a few times, disgust written all over his face as he threw him aside, “Enough, you’re a young lady yet have to deal with such a troublesome one, it’s tough indeed. The first day I work as a doorman and I encounter such an incident, it must be my bad luck, hurry and take him away!” With that, he turned and entered the yard, and with a bang, closed the door behind him. Ran Yan sighed with relief, grateful that this man was rather magnanimous, for if they had provoked such a household, getting beaten and having nowhere to seek justice would have been the outcome. Sang Chen bowed his head and meticulously straightened his clothes, then looked up at the plaque above the door, muttering softly, “I recognize the characters, but how was I to know this Hu Family is the same Hu Family as before…” As he spoke, he noticed that Ran Yan beside him seemed as still as dead water, emanating a frightening aura, and he stopped talking, disheartened. Without a word, Ran Yan turned and left. She now deeply suspected that her IQ had plummeted before her time travel; otherwise, how could she make one mistake after another? Falling for a helper’s trap and now failing to recognize people, she had agreed to trade one autopsy for Sang Chen’s pottery firing once, but everything today had been frustrating, and it was all because of that damned rabbit! Sang Chen also knew he was at fault and followed Ran Yan and Wan Lu sheepishly, in the pouring rain. The clothes on his body clung tightly to his form, revealing his lean and tall figure, which seemed even more elongated. The three walked silently until they neared the East Market. They looked for several carriages, but the owners all refused to take Sang Chen because he was dripping wet and they were afraid he’d soak the felt inside the carriage. They struggled to find a donkey cart and endured a bumpy ride back to the Zhou Family estate, by which time it was already dark. Xing Nanny was waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Ran Yan, she burst into joyful tears, though reprimanding, “Wife, you scared me to death! Why have you come back so late?” Wan Lu saw Xing Nanny staring at her and quickly retorted, “You can’t blame me for this, Mr. Sang lost his way, and the mistress and I looked for him for a long time!” “It is my fault… Please do not blame the mistress,” said Sang Chen, bowing deeply. Xing Nanny stepped aside. Being a slave, she was in no position to blame Ran Yan; she was simply too worried. Seeing Sang Chen drenched and in disarray, Xing Nanny felt a pang of compassion and did not scold him, speaking softly instead, “Mr. Sang, there’s no need for such formalities, I was just overly worried about the mistress. You’ve been soaked in rain and should hurry home to change your clothes, lest you catch a cold.” S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “Then I shall take my leave,” said Sang Chen, casting a cautious glance at Ran Yan before turning and walking away. Xing Nanny had already prepared the hot ginger tea; once back inside, she immediately urged Ran Yan to bathe. Ran Yan refused Wan Lu’s help, which was exactly what Wan Lu wanted. She hurriedly pulled Xing Nanny aside to seek advice, “Xing Nanny, the lord, he has promised the mistress to Qin Silang! They’ve already performed the ritual of sending the wild goose! If it weren’t for running into Qin Silang again today, we would still be in the dark about it!” “What!” Xing Nanny’s face changed, shock and anger seizing her as she trembled, “How could the lord do such a thing! When he came over yesterday, he didn’t reveal a single word about it, he truly, truly is heartless!”

Chapter 33 - 33 27 Marital News_2

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