Transmigrated into a concubine, the main task is to make money

Chapter 170 Pretending

The second wife's eyes flashed coldly. She didn't dare to say a word, let alone beg for mercy. She glared at the two maids coldly. Several old women swiftly pulled the struggling and shouting maids away, and felt that they were annoying so they stuffed their mouths with a piece of cloth.

The corners of Yang Chenchuan's lips curled up coldly. This was something he had not expected, but it was exactly what he wanted.

The doctor was asked to come back halfway. When he entered the room and saw the master was there, he bowed magnanimously and then began to take the old lady's pulse.

"Doctor, how is my mother?" The master asked anxiously when he saw the doctor withdraw his hand.

"The old man is old and cannot stand stimulation or fright. Your Excellency the prefect does not need to worry too much. Just give him some tranquilizers." The doctor replied.

The master calmed down after hearing this, and ordered the servants to accompany the doctor to get the medicine. He then looked at Yang Chenchuan and asked about what happened today.

Yang Chenchuan brushed it off lightly, those assassins were not targeting them, they were just unlucky to have run into someone chasing them, maybe they were afraid that their identities and secrets would be revealed, so they attacked them.

Even if the master were to investigate, he wouldn't know where to start, let alone find anything.

As for that man, Yang Chenchuan's eyes couldn't help but focus. From the first glance, he could tell that the man was not simple. And the blood jade pendant was clear throughout, with exquisite patterns and fine workmanship, especially the word "Nan" on it.

Nan is the royal family's surname. He can produce a blood jade of great value and has connections with all the money houses in the world. Although he is not a member of the royal family, his status cannot be too low.

After listening to Yang Chenchuan's analysis, the master also felt that they were just unlucky and were affected. If they continued to investigate, they might offend the people in the dark.

When she heard that Lin Yuxi was injured in order to protect the Second Madam, she nodded with emotion, and told Yang Chenchuan to take good care of her. Then she had the old lady carefully carried away with the First Madam, the Second Madam and the others.

As for Luyun and Cuiping, they were dragged away by the old woman. Moyan and Chijian gave each of them ten strokes of the board respectively. To be honest, both of them were good-looking, especially Moyan, who was usually humble and always had a smile on his face, which naturally attracted many maids to fall in love with him.

But he was holding a sword and was cold and grim, with an expressionless face forever. Although he was good-looking, the coldness he exuded made people afraid to approach him. Many maids and old women would avoid him when they saw him.

As soon as these two people appeared, everyone present took a breath. Just imagine, the old woman does rough work on a daily basis, and her strength is indeed considerable, but compared with the men, she is still dwarfed.

The Second Young Master specifically asked them to do it themselves. One can imagine how nervous the Second Young Master was about the Old Lady and how much he hated Luyun and Cuiping.

The two of them have a background in martial arts. Wouldn't they be crippled by these ten blows?

The servants all covered their faces, unable to bear to watch any further.

However, no one thought that this was just a plan of Yang Chenchuan. Usually, Lin Yuxi was most worried about these maids. How could he really let them get hurt? The two of them had followed Yang Chenchuan for five years, so it went without saying that they had a tacit understanding.

Each of them held a large board and started beating the men hard without showing any mercy.

Luyun and Cuiping were also frightened so much that their faces turned pale, but when the board hit their bodies, it didn't hurt as much as they had imagined, so they figured it out.

However, they knew better than to reveal their true identity at this moment, so they made faces and shouted loudly, acting as if they were in agony.

After the ten great beatings, both of them had blood on their buttocks. There was nothing they could do about it. There were so many people talking and no matter how much the young master and mistress loved them, they had to put on such a show. Fortunately, Mo Yan and Chi Jian controlled their strength well and only a layer of skin was peeled off. They would be fine after a few days of rest.

After Yang Chenchuan sent the master away, he turned back to his room decisively and found that Lin Yuxi was not lying on the bed obediently, but was hiding behind the door and eavesdropping. He was so angry that he wanted to grab her and give her a good spanking.

Unfortunately, Lin Yuxi was injured at the time, and he was afraid of hurting her wound, so he endured it with a cold face.

Lin Yuxi was caught red-handed. She smiled awkwardly twice, fearing that he would be angry. She took his hand and said coquettishly, "Husband, it hurts!"

Her watery eyes blinked and she looked straight into Yang Chenchuan's eyes, trying to gain his sympathy.

Yang Chenchuan was indeed angry, angry at himself, but when he met her watery eyes, he secretly sighed, and finally reluctantly hugged her in his arms, and reprimanded in a calm voice:

"You know it hurts, but you don't just lie down and rest. You are deliberately making me feel more guilty and making me feel uncomfortable, right?"

Although it was a rebuke, there was also a hint of doting in his tone. Lin Yuxi knew that he felt bad about what happened today, so she said aggrievedly: "Husband, I didn't mean it, but you were not here, and I was afraid!"

Throughout the ages, men have always liked gentle and weak women. Acting a little coquettishly and admitting weakness can arouse men's desire to protect them. Yang Chenchuan is no exception.

Normally, Lin Yuxi is such a strong person, but she suddenly showed weakness and acted like a shy girl. How could he not be moved?

Ye He was moved and cursed: "Fool!"

He picked up Lin Yuxi and carried her to the bed. Lin Yuxi raised the corner of her mouth and naturally wanted to hook her hands around his neck, but the moment she moved her left shoulder, it pulled the wound and she grimaced in pain.

Yang Chenchuan's face darkened when he saw it, and he growled, "Be careful, you're still restless even though you know you're injured. Look, the wound has split open."

Seeing the blood seeping out of her shoulder again, his heart ached and his brows were twisted so tightly that they could kill a mosquito. He gently laid her down on the bed and took off her clothes. The wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen was shocking. He carefully stopped the bleeding for her and re-bandaged the wound.

From beginning to end, Yang Chenchuan's face was gloomy, and he didn't even look at her. He packed up the blood-stained cloth and stood up to throw it away. Lin Yuxi pulled her sleeve and said, "Husband, don't leave!"

This sentence made Yang Chenchuan's heart tighten again. He stared at her pale little face, but in the end he couldn't bear to brush her away. He lay down with his clothes on, let Lin Yuxi rest her head on his arm, and pulled her into his arms.

Yang Chenchuan felt guilty and ashamed. He said he would protect her well, but he let her get hurt and victimized one after another. This was all because of his incompetence. He couldn't even protect his wife.

When the man in black swung the knife at her, he felt his heart stop beating for a moment. He was afraid that she would leave him, abandon him, and he would be alone again.

Lin Yuxi put her face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, thinking about what happened today.

First she knew that she was drugged and became infertile, then she was almost killed. First she felt chilled, then she felt dangerous, and she had to face the faces of those so-called relatives. Lin Yuxi knew that he felt no better than she did, and she whispered in his arms: "Husband, I'm sorry!"

This sentence was like a sharp knife, cutting off all his tense nerves and even his rationality that he had tried so hard to control. He could no longer hold back and lowered his head to kiss her bloodless lips, first with infinite tenderness and teasing, then with increasing intensity, demanding without her being able to resist.