Shen Zhenan panicked: "Wanci, I'm doing all this for your safety. Your mother's only requirement when she married me was to treat you as her own. Your real father is both poor and worthless, abandoning you at the end. Your grandfather was so angry he almost forced her to have an abortion. Back then, if it wasn't for me, your mother wouldn't know how many people would have gossiped about her."

"I truly love her, otherwise, no man would willingly be a father figure. She cheated on me, and I, myself, proactively took it off her head for fear that it would fall off."

Master Ginger was past the age of letting anger consume him for a woman, but hearing this, a precious spark of fury ignited in his heart. His fists clenched tight, but more than that, there was regret. If he had communicated with her in a gentler way back then, perhaps they wouldn't have broken up on an impulse, and wouldn't have missed out on so many years together. Now, they were separated by death.

He looked at Shen Zhen'an, his face full of disgust: "You really soiled her."

Shen Zhen'an didn't recognize the man before him, but he could tell from his demeanor and clothing that he was a person of considerable wealth. His confidence instantly dwindled: "Who are you?"

"That poor, good-for-nothing man."

“ ”

Second Master Ginger: "For so many years, I have always prayed that she lived a better life than mine, and I always thought she was doing well. Unexpectedly..."

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he didn't say another word. He directly punched Shen Zhen'an in the face.

This sudden change caught Lu Feng off guard. He had been by the Second Master's side for many years, and even when facing unreasonable people, he had never seen him lay a hand on anyone himself.

Shen Zhendan didn't know if he was stunned by his words or caught off guard by his sudden attack. He took several punches before reacting and raised his hand to fight back.

"Second Master..." Lu Feng hurriedly wanted to go up and help.

Uncle Ginger raised his eyes, they were slightly red, and he sternly rebuked: "Stand there, don't interfere."

Shen Wanci was also going to call, but Bo Jingzhou stopped her. "He's standing up for his mother as a man right now. We shouldn't interfere. Let's just call 120 first."

"It can't be this serious, can it?"

Bo Jingzhou sneered, his eyes full of icy coldness: "If someone bullied you like this, I wouldn't even let him have the chance to call 120."

Although Ginger Er Ye was getting on in years, he exercised regularly and was much tougher than Shen Zhen An, who had gotten rich quick and spent his time indulging in alcohol, gambling, and women before ending up in jail for a few months. Within minutes, Shen Zhen An was left with nothing but bruises; he couldn't even fight back, let alone dodge.

Finally, the ambulance that Bo Jingzhou called truly came in handy.

Mr. Jiang wiped the blood from his back with a tissue. He was also injured, but not seriously. He looked at Shen Wanci, his expression gentle, the rage on his body dissipating after the outburst just now: “Are you staying here tonight? Perhaps Su Minghui will wake up again later and be able to say something.”

Shen Wanci thought for a moment: "I'll take her back to Yting Garden. She must have been through something traumatic, and it might take some time for her to recover. I'll find a psychologist to see her."

Given her current mental state, even if she said something useful as testimony, it wouldn't be accepted.

Ginger the Second Lord didn't force her to stay. He nodded, "I'm a bit tired, I'll go upstairs to rest for a while and won't send you off."

He finished speaking and went upstairs. His back was still straight like a pine, but he was clearly shrouded in a layer of lonely desolation, his whole person seeming to age instantly.

Shen Wanci looked at his back, pondered for a while and still comforted him: "My condolences."

Mr. Ginger Second Master turned back and said, "Mm."

She still wanted to ask about the painting, but she knew it wasn't the right time, so she didn't say anything.

"I know what you want to ask, but I can't give you the answer. What is so important about that painting that it would be worth killing for? Perhaps only Jiang Chengwen knows."

……

Back at Yiting Courtyard, Bo Jingzhou placed Su Minghui in the back servants' quarters, with two bodyguards keeping a close watch on her every move. He also contacted a psychologist.

After everything was arranged, she returned to the main house. Shen Wanci was in the kitchen cooking.

She was wearing a waist cincher, her hair tied up casually in a ponytail with a leather band. Sunlight streamed in from the window, falling onto her hands as she skillfully chopped vegetables. Her hands were almost translucent under the light, like high-quality jade, white with a hint of red.

Bo Jingzhou hugged her from behind, "What are you cooking?"

"I'm hungry. Jin Sao was let go by you again."

The implication is that besides doing it himself, there are no other options.

Bo Jingzhou took the knife from her hand. "I'll do it," he said.

He chopped vegetables with practiced ease, the knife falling on the cutting board in a rapid and even rhythm. Shen Wanci, restrained in his arms, felt both hot and cramped, and struggled slightly, wanting to leave and watch TV in the living room.

The sound of chopping stopped, Bo Jingzhou: "Don't move, wait a while to cut your hand."

"Aren't you suffering like this?"

"It's a bit uncomfortable," Bo Jingzhou said with a calm expression, "Don't move, it'll quiet down in a while."

"???"

Shen Wanci instantly understood his meaning, not with her mind, but with her body. She incredulously turned back, her forehead brushing against the man's jawline, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times: "Don't move."

She stiffened, unable to move another inch. The spot where her lower back was pressed against felt both rigid and burning hot. “Are you a beast?”

She was so heartbroken, he actually still had trash on his mind.

"If I were an animal, my hands would be on your zipper right now instead of slicing potatoes, you wouldn't be standing here looking so good, you'd be lying on the counter," he paused, then said seriously: "You could even be lying down."

Shen Wanci couldn't help but follow his description and imagine the scene.

The glass facing the kitchen was one-way, but even knowing that people outside couldn't see in, her face still flushed red 'with a whoosh', and she suddenly pushed Li Bozhou away: "Go cut your potato shreds, you scoundrel."

After all this commotion, Shen Wanci miraculously discovered that a lot of her inner frustration and discomfort had dissipated.

(Catching up on yesterday's, see you tomorrow)