Chapter 55: The divine device, the mysterious calculation, as the god

Chapter 55: Divine Calculation, Prophetic Insight

“Bang!”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xianming could no longer hold back. He glared at Han Wenxin with a furious Aura: “You’re spouting nonsense! Miss Li Yue is blind to fall for a crude martial artist like you?”

An Jing was also startled by Zhou Xianming’s Aura, his chopsticks pausing mid-air.

Han Wenxin, however, frowned, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, and said, “What’s wrong with being a martial artist? My family has been single-heir for three generations, all Constables. Are you looking down on martial artists?”

Han Wenxin was half a head taller than Zhou Xianming, and combined with his burly physique and sharp gaze, while he might not have an advantage against Jianghu masters, dealing with a mere scholar was certainly no problem.

“N-Nothing.”

Seeing this, Zhou Xianming immediately deflated and raised his wine cup to An Jing, saying, “Little Dr. An, let’s drink, let’s drink.”

An Jing clinked his cup with Zhou Xianming’s and said, “Mr. Zhou, actually, some of Brother Han’s words are not wrong. Perhaps that Li Yue is just playing with your feelings.”

“Little Dr. An, you’re mistaken.”

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin and argued, “Why wouldn’t she play with your feelings, or Officer Han’s feelings, but only mine? She must have some good feelings for me to act this way.”

An Jing: “…”

Han Wenxin said mockingly, “Brother An, don’t try to persuade him. When the truth comes out, and he has nothing, he will understand the cruelty of reality.”

Mr. Zhou also flicked his sleeve and said, “When Miss Li Yue and I have our wedding, Officer Han, remember to give a generous gift.”

Han Wenxin sneered, “If anyone’s getting married, it’s me first.”

“You?”

An Jing asked curiously, “Does Brother Han already have someone in mind?”

Officer Han was slightly older than An Jing. His father had always tried to arrange marriages for him, but they all ended up falling through. Had Han Wenxin finally come to his senses?

Han Wenxin rubbed his hands and chuckled dryly, “Actually, Brother An, I have an impolite request. I don’t know if I should say it or not.”

Zhou Xianming held his wine cup in mid-air, looking at the scene before him in astonishment.

Could it be that Han Wenxin had a Dragon-Yang preference? Did he like to go for men, man on top of man…

“No, don’t say it.” An Jing was also startled and quickly said, “My wife wouldn’t agree.”

“What are you thinking?”

Han Wenxin said exasperatedly, “I was talking about Tan Yun.”

“Tan Yun!?”

An Jing raised an eyebrow.

Han Wenxin nodded, looking eager, “You are my brother from another mother, you must help me.”

Although Tan Yun was not as stunning as Zhao Qingmei, she was still a rare beauty, with graceful curves, a plump figure, and a lively and lovable personality. If he could marry her, it would be a good match.

“Pah, despicable Constable!”

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin, cursing silently in his heart. No, I can’t let this Han Wenxin fellow get his way.

Thinking this, Zhou Xianming began to scheme in his mind.

An Jing paused and said, “She’s not impossible, but the key is I can’t make the decision. First, she has to be willing.”

If Tan Yun herself was willing, it wouldn’t be impossible for An Jing to discuss it with Zhao Qingmei.

Han Wenxin quickly said, “She’s definitely willing! Every time I go, she actively greets me. Don’t you remember the last time I went to the pharmacy for medicine, she insisted on delivering it to me herself? And when I ate at your house, she poured me wine, and also…”

By the end, Han Wenxin believed that Tan Yun secretly admired him to act this way.

Watching Han Wenxin babble on, An Jing was stunned for a moment. He really wanted to say that the packet of poison was personally given by her.

“Officer Han, you look like you’ve had too much to drink. Come, eat more dishes.”

“You’re talking nonsense! I can drink a thousand cups and not get drunk. I’m the Black Cyclone of Yu Prefecture. This much wine is just mouthwash for me.”

“Didn’t you used to say you were the Diamond of Yu Prefecture?”

“Isn’t it all the same? In short, it’s all me.”

“When I return from the Imperial Examination, I’ll treat you all to a good drink at Yutian Pavilion.”

“Mr. Zhou, don’t forget what you once said, that you would be my ox and horse.”

As night deepened, the entire Yu Prefecture City seemed to fall into silence.

An Jing saw the dim lights in Ji Shi Clinic and his heart skipped a beat. Had his wife not slept yet?

However, he wasn't panicked, as he had already discussed a story with Han Wenxin: a sudden emergency in the Yu Prefecture City jail required him to treat it, which caused the delay.

An Jing sniffed his nose and, finding no smell of alcohol on him, finally relaxed.

“Creak!”

The side door was gently pushed open.

“Husband, why are you returning so late?” A voice like silver bells rang out.

Zhao Qingmei was sitting in the hall, holding a cup of tea, taking a light sip, then smiling as she looked at An Jing.

An Jing’s body trembled, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “That Han Wenxin, he stopped me halfway, saying a few prisoners had a sudden illness. Such a matter of life and death, I naturally wouldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

“Oh, by the way, wife, it’s so late, why aren’t you asleep yet?” Saying this, An Jing subconsciously rubbed his hands.

Zhao Qingmei put down her teacup and said softly, “How could I sleep when you haven’t returned?”

Hiding in the backyard, Tan Yun heard this, her delicate nose wrinkling slightly, and said, “Stinky son-in-law, you went out drinking this time but said you were seeing a patient, and you didn’t even bring back pastries. I really want to expose your shameless face.”

The Human Sect's spy lost track of An Jing but eventually found the trio's whereabouts at Wuyang Tavern, and naturally reported this news verbatim.

An Jing said with some guilt, “Wife, you’ve really worked hard.”

He went out drinking, and he didn’t expect Qing Mei to care so much about him. If she knew that his cultivation was also related to people in the Jianghu, she would definitely be worried sick every day. This matter must never be known to Qing Mei.

Zhao Qingmei picked up a small cup from the table and said, “Husband, come, drink your medicine.”

Drink medicine!?

An Jing was stunned for a moment, “Wife, isn’t this a mistake?”

The cup was pitch black, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted in the air.

Zhao Qingmei had actually brewed medicine for him. Did his mighty body still need medicine?

Zhao Qingmei raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and said, “No mistake, this is the hangover medicine I brewed.”

“Hangover medicine, ah.”

An Jing was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then chuckled twice, took the hangover medicine, and drank it in one gulp. In his heart, he secretly wondered, how did Zhao Qingmei know he went drinking?

Could there be an inside mole?

It shouldn't be. Zhou Xianming and Han Wenxin both crawled back, so logically, they shouldn't have been able to tip her off.

And he didn't even smell of alcohol. A hint of doubt arose in An Jing's mind.

“Is it good?”

Zhao Qingmei took the empty cup and smiled.

“Anything my wife makes is good.”

An Jing, feeling guilty, changed the subject and said, “By the way, wife, what do you think of Han Wenxin?”

“What about that Han Wenxin?” Zhao Qingmei asked, somewhat puzzled.

“What do you think of him and Tan Yun?” An Jing said with a chuckle.

That Han Wenxin!?

Tan Yun, who was yawning and preparing to go back to rest, heard this, and her two pink little ears immediately perked up.

Zhao Qingmei raised an eyebrow, saying with a half-smile, “You mean that Han Wenxin has taken a liking to Tan Yun?”

An Jing nodded and said, “He said Tan Yun seems very fond of him…”

These words basically represented all of Han Wenxin’s intentions, An Jing just summarized and encompassed them.

“If Tan Yun is willing, I won’t object.” Zhao Qingmei’s peach blossom eyes blinked, as if her smile also reached her eyes.

Taken a liking to him!

Tan Yun in the backyard heard this, her small face sinking, her fists clenching with a creaking sound. That Han Wenxin dared to slander this young lady. It seems these few days, I can’t just study literacy; I also need to learn some blade techniques.

Feeling An Jing and Zhao Qingmei walking towards the backyard, Tan Yun secretly made a note in her little notebook before returning to her room.

The evening breeze drifted gently, and the endless starry sky was vast and boundless.

It was as if many worries and much melancholy had melted into the deep night.

An Jing looked up and sighed, “Tomorrow will be a good day.”

“My favorite is good weather.” Zhao Qingmei also looked up and murmured, “When the weather is good, one’s mood also improves.”

Looking at that beautiful face and gentle eyes, An Jing secretly vowed that he would never let her get involved in the rights and wrongs of the Jianghu like himself. He must protect her well.

“Husband, what’s wrong?”

Zhao Qingmei chuckled softly and took An Jing’s hand.

“Qing Mei, you’re so beautiful. I want to look at you more.” An Jing held her jade-like hand tightly and said earnestly.

“Silly, I’m yours. You can look at me for as long as you want.” Zhao Qingmei’s heart fluttered wildly, and her face flushed.

“It’s getting late.”

An Jing felt the smoothness and softness in his hand.

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes held a hint of charm as she said, “Brother, it is getting late.”

When I miss her, I feel a day apart is like three autumns.

When she smiles at you, you feel that three autumns apart is but a day.