Chapter 136 The 136th Day of Not Running Away The first day of not running away...

Chapter 136 The 136th Day of Not Running Away The first day of not running away...

When Chen Bozheng saw Wen Qunshu appear with the monk the next day, his expression was subtly complex for a moment.

He glanced at the breakfast they had brought. "What brings you here?"

The monk pointed at Wen Qunshu, "He said he heard that his sister-in-law was back, so he specially bought mutton soup and beef flatbread to offer to his sister-in-law and you, Zheng Ge."

With a big smile, Wen Qunshu placed the pot and sesame cakes on the square table and went to get bowls and chopsticks: "Brother Zheng, Brother Monk, you sit down, I'll take care of things."

Chen Bo sat down and glanced at the monk: "Can't you think of a way to get rid of them?"

The monk sighed helplessly, “He insisted on following me, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Besides, he probably came here today to borrow money, so he’s not easy to get rid of.”

Chen Bo looked somewhat depressed.

When Wen Qunshu came out with the bowl and chopsticks, he saw it.

He had some doubts, so he became even more attentive.

When Wen Chan came out, she saw him busy running around. That familiar face, after decades, she thought she had long forgotten, but when she saw it, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"A-Chan," Chen Bo called out to Wen Chan.

Wen Chan snapped out of her daze and walked over. She glanced at Wen Qunshu, who noticed her gaze, looked up, and greeted her, "Hello, sister-in-law."

"This is Wen Qunshu, and this is my wife."

Chen Bozheng introduced the bowl and chopsticks to Wen Qunshu and first served Wen Chan a bowl of mutton soup.

Wen Chan sat down. The milky white mutton soup had a hint of peppery aroma. This smell was familiar. Many years ago, if her father had money, he would definitely bring her a bowl of mutton soup every morning before she went to school. Sometimes, if he didn't have enough money, he would only buy one bowl and not eat it himself, saying that he didn't like it.

"Is this mutton soup from Old Ma's family?"

Wen Qunshu was somewhat surprised and looked at Wen Chan, "How did you know, sister-in-law? Old Ma has only been running this stall for a little over a month."

Wen Chan smiled and said, "I've had the chance to eat there before."

Wen Qunshu scratched his head, "That's impossible. I heard from the monks that you were..."

Before Wen Qunshu could finish speaking, the monk stuffed a beef pancake into his mouth, saying, "Eat it quickly."

Wen Qunshu, biting into the beef pancake, wasn't angry at all, and happily ate the pancake.

Wen Chan didn't have a big appetite; she was full after eating half a bowl of mutton soup. She looked at the beef flatbread on the table with interest and said to Chen Bozheng, "Tear off a piece for me so I can taste it."

Chen Bozheng hummed in agreement, tore off a small piece for her, and took the rest of the mutton soup she had finished and ate it himself.

Their interaction was very natural, just like that of an old married couple.

Looking at it, Wen Qunshu couldn't help but feel a little envious, and suddenly the beef pancake in his mouth seemed somewhat tasteless.

"Cough cough cough."

The monk felt Chen Bozheng's gaze sweeping over him repeatedly, so he had no choice but to remind the dim-witted kid.

Wen Qunshu snapped out of his daze and said to the monk with concern, "Brother Monk, your throat is sore. Did you add too much pepper? Let me get you a glass of water."

"Hmm." The monk agreed, and Wen Qunshu ran off to pour water. After he returned, he saw Chen Bo and Wen Chan.

Now.

Chen Bozheng couldn't hold back any longer and looked up: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Qunshu's eyes lit up and he immediately began to flatter her, saying, "Brother Zheng, I think you and your wife are a match made in heaven. If you two have children in the future, they will definitely be a perfect couple!"

Chen Bozheng's complexion improved somewhat.

Seeing this, Wen Qunshu seized the opportunity and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, Brother Zheng, there is something I'm a little embarrassed about."

"If you're embarrassed, then don't say it." Chen Bozheng was very blunt.

Wen Qunshu's face fell, and he looked at Wen Chan with a tearful expression. "Sister-in-law, look at Zheng Ge, how impulsive he is."

Wen Chan's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

It's incredibly strange to have your former father call you sister-in-law.

For the sake of the mutton soup, she patiently asked, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Qunshu's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "It's like this, you see, I'm a bit older than you all, but I'm still single. Recently, someone introduced me to someone, and I'd like to go and talk to her, but I don't have any money. You know, these days, if you don't have any money to talk to someone, how can you be polite? You can't just walk around with a girl like that; you have to at least have a Coke and an ice cream, that's all."

“What’s the big deal? Drinking Coke and eating ice cream, that’s only three yuan at most.” The monk said, “I’ll give you the money.”

As he spoke, he reached for his money.

Wen Qunshu felt a cold sweat break out in his chest.

This monk is really simple-minded.

Do I really need a few dollars?

“Brother Monk, I can’t take yours. You don’t know, three yuan might not even be enough. What if the girl goes to Bianyifang or Quanjude and says she wants to eat duck? Can I say we don’t have any money and won’t go in? Or what if the girl sees a pretty dress and says she wants to buy it? We men can’t just say no to that.”

Chen Bo was getting impatient with his rambling and asked directly, "So how many do you want?"

"Um, I don't need much, just half of this month's salary."

Wen Qunshu scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed, and said, "Give me three hundred, two hundred is fine too."

He had a little scheme in mind.

Today is the first day since Chen Bozheng's wife came back, and Chen Bozheng is too embarrassed to embarrass her in front of her.

But he didn't know.

Wen Chan knew him better than Chen Bozheng did; as soon as she heard him say that, she knew he wanted to gamble.

She stopped Chen Bozheng from speaking and said to Wen Qunshu, "Two hundred yuan is not much, but I heard you are good at gambling. Why don't we try our luck?"

Upon hearing the word "gambling," Wen Qunshu immediately perked up, his eyes behind his glasses shining like light bulbs.

Just as he was about to agree, he realized that Chen Bozheng was still there, and he shrank back as he straightened his neck. "This isn't a good idea. Brother Zheng doesn't allow us to gamble."

“This is an exception, let’s make a bet.” Wen Chan looked at Chen Bozheng, smiled at him, and then turned back to Wen Qunshu: “If I win, the money is mine; if I lose, I’ll give you four hundred, how about it?”

Wen Qunshu was naturally happy to oblige.

He hasn't gambled in a while.

It wasn't just because I didn't have time while working on the construction site, but also because I didn't have any money.

Wen Chan said something to Chen Bozheng, and Chen Bozheng went out and bought a set of dice with three dice.

Wen Qunshu was brimming with energy, rubbing his hands together eagerly, and asked, "Sister-in-law, how does the betting work? If you lose, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

Wen Chan chuckled, "When it comes to betting on big or small, whoever has the higher score wins. Don't worry, I have excellent sportsmanship. You can ask the monks if you don't believe me."

The monk nodded, his gaze towards Wen Qunshu filled with sympathy.

The three dice were first checked by Wen Qunshu to ensure they hadn't been tampered with.

Wen Chan let him shake first.

Wen Qunshu still had to be polite: "Ladies first, please go first."

"No, you go first," Wen Chan said with a smile.

Wen Qunshu immediately stopped refusing, took the dice cup, threw three dice into it, held the dice cup, shook it up and down, and slammed it on the table with a thud.

The moment he opened the dice cup, his face was beaming with excitement: "Six, five, four, big!"

Chen Bo was clearing away the dishes.

Wen Qunshu excitedly said to him, "Brother Zheng, if you beat your wife later, please don't hold a grudge."

Chen Bozheng smiled, a slight upturn at the corner of his lips.

The smile was somewhat inexplicable. Before Wen Qunshu could react, Wen Chan had already taken the dice cup. She casually shook it a few times in the air. Her two slender arms made the dice clink as they spun, and finally, they landed on the table with a thud.

Wen Qunshu stared wide-eyed at the dice cup.

Just as Wen Chan was about to lift the lid, revealing only a small gap, she suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Right, Wen Qunshu, should we add another note?"

"How much more?" Wen Qunshu's heart skipped a beat. The number he rolled on the dice was not small. Unless the other party had incredible luck, it was impossible for them to win.

He watched her shake the dice cup earlier, and her movements were very clumsy; she clearly didn't play much. He was certain he would win this round.

"Add two thousand." Wen Chan tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Wouldn't that be too much?"

Wen Qunshu's heart was in his throat. Two thousand yuan—he agreed without a second thought.

Wen Chan looked at Chen Bozheng and said, "Boss Chen, if your employee loses, you'll have to deduct the money from his salary later."

Chen Bo gave an OK sign.

Wen Chan looked at Wen Qunshu.

She smiled slightly, lifted the dice cup, and there were three sixes inside.

Wen Qunshu suddenly leaned almost in front of the dice cup, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets: "This... how is this possible!"

The monk shook his head, looking at Wen Qunshu with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

They had all witnessed Wen Chan's move before.

Although they don't gamble, they seem to be very knowledgeable about gambling.

Not to mention three sixes, you can roll any number you want.

"Two thousand two hundred yuan, thank you." Wen Chan patted his shoulder. "In your situation, I don't mind if you find a partner. After all, you're penniless, how can you be embarrassed to go on blind dates?"

Wen Qunshu was completely stunned.

Wen Chan smiled, in a great mood.

The monk dragged him to wash the dishes, lest this dimwit be burned to death by his older brother's glare.

Chen Bozheng glanced at Wen Chan and said, "You don't usually talk to people much."

Wen Chan casually stuffed the dice into a drawer, picked up the phone to contact Zhang Yurong, and asked, "Is there?"

"Um."

Chen Bo nodded slightly.

Just as Wen Chan was about to dial the number, she suddenly realized something. She looked at Chen Bozheng seriously, glanced at the sound of water being turned on to wash dishes in the yard outside, and waved to Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bo raised an eyebrow, walked over, and just as he lowered his head, Wen Chan quickly kissed him on the lips.

With a swift, light touch, before Chen Bozheng could even react, Wen Chan had already lowered her head to make a phone call, "Hello, May, it's me."

Chen Bozheng was no longer angry. He smiled and whispered to her, "Come home for dinner tonight."

Wen Chan nodded slightly.

The donation process went smoothly.

Wen Chan didn't offer much help; the government departments already had a familiar process for this.

Director Wen and others understood that the Zhang family did not want to be interviewed or reported on. However, Director Wen was also very tactful and directly asked if there was anything he could do to help them.

Zhang Yurong and Wen Chan had discussed it and planned to build an office building on a piece of land. They also had another purpose for coming back this time: to start an investment company.

Building the office building was a simple matter, and Zhang Yurong originally intended to oversee the entire process. However, some problems arose along the way. Her troublesome relatives filed a lawsuit against her in the United States, and her stepmother and stepsister also got involved.

The incident happened suddenly, and it involved many issues such as shares and options. Even though Zhang Yurong's legal team said they were sure to win, Zhang Yurong still had to go back to the United States.

Wen Chan told her to take all the bodyguards back with her.

Zhang Yurong said, "I'll leave a few for you. There might be a period of time when you'll be running the company alone. It's not safe without a few bodyguards to protect you."

Wen Chan shook her head: "You don't need to worry about me. I'll find some bodyguards myself. Besides, I have a lot of relatives and friends here. It's better for you to go back to America..."

Sometimes, some things don't need to be said too explicitly; Zhang Yurong clearly has far more trouble than her.

Zhang Yurong nodded and squeezed her hand. "Don't worry, I will come back as soon as possible, and while I'm at it, I'll find a few good people in the United States to help you back in China."

Wen Chan's workload is truly considerable.

She also oversees the Particle Fund. Although she can access data from Wall Street online, the stock market is truly volatile.

If Li Yi hadn't been exposed earlier, Wen Chan's plan to return to China and start an investment company wouldn't have been so easy to achieve.