"Sister Lanhua, don’t be afraid, it’s me." Fresh chapters posted on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Zhang Xiaoshan spoke.
Jia Lanhua breathed a sigh of relief after she recognized the person, then quickly asked in a nervous tone,
"Where’s Wei Bao’s body? And what about Wu Yong? Don’t do anything foolish because of me."
Implying, she was worried that Zhang Xiaoshan would do something drastic to Wu Yong like killing him to silence him.
Zhang Xiaoshan sat on the sofa as well, holding Jia Lanhua and said,
"Trust me, I am not that foolish. Wu Yong is still alive and well. I gave him a large sum of money, bought his silence, and he personally took care of Wei Bao’s body. This way, he too has a hold over us, and since he was in cahoots with Wei Bao with ill intentions, should the whole thing come to light, he would be the first to suffer. Therefore, I can assure you, he would definitely not dare to go around speaking carelessly. You can rest easy."
"Thank you, Little Shan. If it weren’t for you, I really wouldn’t know what to do."
Jia Lanhua curled up in Zhang Xiaoshan’s arms, crying out of both fear and grievance.
Though she had a fiery personality, at the end of the day, she was a woman, and this sort of incident was enough to trouble her greatly.
This matter would become the biggest scar on her heart.
Seeing Jia Lanhua crying, Zhang Xiaoshan felt a twinge of heartache. He had already used the Dragon Spirit Control God Skill to alter Wu Yong’s memory. If he altered Jia Lanhua’s memory as well, everything would become perfect, and he could help Jia Lanhua remove the scar from her heart, but Zhang Xiaoshan still refrained from doing so.
Because he wasn’t sure he could completely control Jia Lanhua.
She was like a wild horse, unpredictable as to when she might go on a rampage; like a living volcano, capable of causing substantial damage when erupting. The last time she turned against him caused quite some trouble, and even went to Yang City to catch him in an affair with Luo Meili. So who knows what Jia Lanhua would do next when she found out that Zhang Xiaoshan, aside from having Luo Meili, actually had other women? What would she do then?
Today’s events had just done Zhang Xiaoshan a huge favor.
Jia Lanhua killing Wei Bao would become a dark shadow in her life, a hold she could never shake off.
With this incident, Jia Lanhua would never have the courage to turn against Zhang Xiaoshan again. She would have no choice but to be completely obedient to Zhang Xiaoshan, even if he had ten thousand other women, she wouldn’t dare to make much of a fuss.
This was the epitome of having an upper hand.
"Sister Lanhua, the matter has been resolved. Forget about it, I’m going home to sleep now. You should go to bed early too."
Zhang Xiaoshan felt sleepy and was ready to leave.
But Jia Lanhua clung to Zhang Xiaoshan, pleading with a hint of fear,
"I, I’m really still scared. Could you, could you stay with me overnight?"
Zhang Xiaoshan thought for a moment.
Assuming it was so late that Wu Damming couldn’t possibly return home, he nodded.
He took Jia Lanhua to the second floor bedroom.
Before long, White Dragon Village was engulfed in tranquility, save for the fervent activity in the second-floor bedroom of the small western-style house.
Jia Lanhua seemed determined to vent all her stress and fear on Zhang Xiaoshan, extremely indulgent.
Over an hour later, a decompressed Jia Lanhua curled up obediently in Zhang Xiaoshan’s arms, her hands tightly wrapping around his neck as if wanting to merge him into her bones, to become one with her.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s hand brushed against Jia Lanhua’s flawless thigh.
The sensation was comforting.
Suddenly he felt a scar.
Zhang Xiaoshan sat up to look.
On that spot, Jia Lanhua had an exotic flower tattoo, which Zhang Xiaoshan had always assumed was there for its sex appeal. It was only now that he realized it covered a scarred, healed-over wound that was otherwise unnoticeable without close inspection.
With Zhang Xiaoshan’s acute vision, he recognized it as a knife wound.
"Sister Lanhua, where did you get this scar?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked with curiosity.
Jia Lanhua, with tears streaming down her face, said with a sense of helplessness,
"I know you’ve always thought of me as brash and hot-tempered and somewhat annoying, but I wasn’t when I was younger. I, I was forced into it."