Chapter 777: Chapter 777: Left a Scar
There is a scar on Sun Junyan’s face, but it is very shallow, only a faint red mark, not grotesque.
However, for someone like Sun Junyan who values his appearance above all else, this is tantamount to disfigurement.
This had already affected his future prospects of marriage.
His career is essentially ruined, so he has now pinned all his hopes on getting married, hoping it can change his fate.
But with a scar on his face now, which noble lady would wish to marry him?
In just a day, both his career and marriage prospects were ruined. Sun Junyan felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a dung beetle, his eyes red with anger, his heart filled with a violent rage.
The appearance of the boy known as Sanlang only exacerbated his rage.
Before Sanlang had participated in the rural examinations, he didn’t even realize that he had already acquired the title of student.
How could this country bumpkin who never even attended the academy outshine him in both the rural and metropolitan examinations?
His family circumstances were so much better and comfortable than his. He didn’t have to rack his brains for a few pennies like he did. Sanlang was also good-looking, had higher martial arts skills, and they were just country bumpkins from the same village in Anping. Why was it that Sanlang was soaring high, yet he had reached a dead end in his life?
The heavens are unjust!
Looking at Sun Junyan’s resentful gaze, Sanlang didn’t need to guess to know that Sun Junyan’s hatred towards him had reached the point of wanting to grind him to dust. But what good could this do?
If resentment did any good, then Sun Junyan and the Sun family would have long been made minced meat by Qiao Xiaomai’s constant mutterings.
Sanlang took out a silvery note worth a hundred taels from his pocket, and lightly tossed it in front of Sun Junyan. “Compensation.”
Upon seeing this, anger surged from Sun Junyan’s feet to his head, causing his face to turn crimson. He glared fiercely at Sanlang, gritting his teeth and saying, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Bring it on. People do, heaven watches, there will always be retribution,” Sanlang sneered, then asked, “Where’s your father? Your mother’s been imprisoned. How do you plan to treat your father?” Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs noⅴelfire.net
“Remember, you must not let him get into trouble. Otherwise, you’ll have to follow mourning rituals for three years, you can’t take a government post or get married.”
Sun Junyan snorted coldly, gritting his teeth and said, “You can leave now.”
Sanlang glanced at him, mounted his horse, and rode away.
Upon returning to the manor, he saw Qiao Xiaomai grinding millet. When she saw him, she hurriedly came to him and asked, “How did it go?”
“The scar is very subtle, but it can be seen. To him, it should be equivalent to being disfigured,” Sanlang replied.
On receiving this solid news, Qiao Xiaomai’s face instantly lit up with a smile. She couldn’t help but put her hands on Sanlang’s shoulders, stood on her tiptoes, and gave his lips a heavy kiss, “Young man, you did a splendid job with that kick!”
It was broad daylight, Sanlang hesitated for a moment, “Is no one around?”
Currently, she and Sanlang were still living on the warehouse side, while Qiao Changshun, Zhuang Luhe, Qiao Dami, Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi moved to the new courtyard.
On hearing her words, Sanlang lowered his head and returned her kiss heavily. Before parting his lips, he extended his tongue to gently bite her plump lips, “Thanks for the praise, madam.”
Qiao Xiaomai wrapped her arm around his waist, smiling as she asked, “And the Sun family? Where is grandpa?”
“The Sun family’s matriarch has been imprisoned, and your grandfather should be under Qiao Meipan’s care. Don’t worry, Sun Junyan won’t let anything happen to grandfather,” Sanlang replied.
Sun Junyan would ensure Qiao Qinghe stayed alive for the sake of his future.