in2ebook Chapter 357 Father-in-law's Strategy
Chapter 357 Father-in-law's Strategy
"Where is your quietness and shyness?" Zhang Wenling squinted at the young man next to him, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
Gong Yuanzheng smiled shyly and suppressed the urge to cross his arms: "Uncle, please forgive me for making fun of you. When it comes to things related to Zhao Zhao, I have to say a few more words."
The sarcasm on Zhang Wenling's mouth suddenly disappeared, and he even twitched slightly.
When Zhang Xueming came home this time, she completely restrained her aura and loved to smile like this, as if she was not the evildoer of the Zhang family who made her peers and elders in awe, but an ordinary daughter of a noble family.
Unfortunately, the group of uncles and brothers from the direct lineage who had returned home to recuperate from their injuries could all testify that it was not that she could no longer lift the knife, but that she had become better at hiding it.
Zhang Wenling felt a little toothache: "Who taught you to smile like that?"
Gong Yuanzheng smiled shyly again: "What Zhao Zhao likes, I like too."
He looked at Zhang Wenling: "Uncle doesn't like it?"
Zhang Wenling would not fall for such an obvious trap: "Don't you think it's ridiculous for a man to act so weak?"
Gong Yuanzheng still smiled shyly: "As long as Zhao Zhao likes it, it's good. Brother has never said anything inappropriate about me. If others laugh at me for this, it's just jealousy. Uncle, don't worry about it."
Zhang Wenling was so confused that he asked, "Who is jealous of you?"
Gong Yuanzheng smiled but said nothing.
Zhang Wenling was depressed.
The carriage stopped in front of the mansion, and he hurried up to pour a cup of tea to calm himself.
Gong Yuanzheng sat opposite him and did not touch the snacks on the table. Only when the carriage was moving along the street and the noise was getting louder did he gently lift the Xiangfei bamboo curtain covering the window and look out.
The main point is that if Zhang Wenling doesn't speak, he won't speak.
He asked Zhang Xueming in his heart whether their conversation would interfere with her work, so he chattered all the way and gave her real-time updates.
Zhang Wenling didn't know that the trip was actually a gathering of three people, and he laughed at him: "If you want to see it, just look openly. Hiding your head and showing your tail is what rats do."
Gong Yuanzheng smiled instead of getting angry, still maintaining the posture of picking up the curtain with one finger, and his eyes curiously swept over the passers-by, street vendors and shops: "I don't like crowds, and I don't like being stared at by people other than Zhao Zhao."
He called him "Zhao Zhao" all the time, making no effort to hide his dependence.
Zhang Wenling couldn't help but frown: "Don't mention the girl's nickname outside, or people will hear it."
Gong Yuanzheng retracted his gaze, put down his hand, and bowed solemnly: "Boy, I will teach you."
He smiled shyly: "Then call her Jingrong?"
Zhang Wenling felt a toothache again: "Can't you not mention her name?"
Gong Yuanzheng nodded: "Then use 'she' as a pseudonym."
Zhang Wenling almost broke down, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and didn't look or speak.
Gong Yuanzheng immediately told Zhang Xueming about this conversation and Zhang Wenling's reaction, and unconsciously crossed his arms: [The carriage did not stop on the street, but went north all the way.]
[My father probably wants to take you to the dungeon in the City Lord's Mansion.] Zhang Xueming guessed, [He knows that you are in charge of interrogation at the palace gate, so he doesn't want to scare you, but I don't know who he wants you to punish.]
Gong Yuanzheng was slightly stunned: [He is not afraid of me complaining to you, that is, the result is good for you, but if you know it, it will affect your relationship with the Zhang family... He wants me to deal with the Zheng family? This is a token of loyalty. ]
He thought for a moment and added: [It can’t be Master Zheng, he is your biological father after all.]
Zhang Xueming raised his eyebrows, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes: [That's Zheng Nanyi. I guess the Zhang family's methods haven't been able to change her temper. We have to deal with her according to the family's conventions. ]
The man sitting opposite the desk was sweating profusely. He fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead touching the ground, and in a trembling voice he recounted the accounts of his embezzlement one by one.
The maid beside him took out rice paper and a small brush placed on a wooden board and started writing down the notes.
Zhang Xueming stood up, spread out a piece of blank rice paper and started painting.
She was doing two things at once, explaining to Gong Yuanzheng while painting: [The Zhang family will not kill people with Zhang family blood, but they will not allow people who love their enemies and refuse to repent to have offspring.
I have improved the medicine so that it will silently dissolve the reproductive organs within a month and can be used as a tonic to nourish the body of both men and women.
Probably she will be fed a bowl of "red soup" later, and with the help of the verbal guidance of the torture expert, her memory of the past six months will be completely erased to prevent the news of the Zhang family from leaking out.
It’s okay, just do what my father asks you to do... I actually can’t understand why my family thinks that the life and death of the Zheng family can affect me. 】
Gong Yuanzheng glanced at Zhang Wenling several times from the corner of his eye, who had secretly opened his eyes to observe him: [The more you care, the more likely you are to have wild thoughts.]
Zhang Xueming raised his lips, and the outline of the boy appeared under his pen: [Like you? ]
Gong Yuanzheng also raised his lips: [You should say "like I used to be", but now I won't hide anything from you. ]
Zhang Xueming warned him: "Don't do this to others. Make sure others don't know your cards, but feel your strength firsthand. Only then will they not dare to underestimate you, betray you, or give up on you easily."
Gong Yuanzheng was stunned: [You treat your brother like this too? ]
Zhang Xueming did not give a direct answer: [In addition to feelings, you also have to add the weight of interests to increase your weight in the other person's heart little by little, gain the right to speak, and reduce the probability of being hurt.
People's hearts are hidden. Until the critical moment, you will never know which side the other person's heart will lean towards. You and I are unique in the world. In the eyes of others, we are called eccentrics. 】
Gong Yuanzheng felt heavy-hearted at first, but when he heard the last two sentences, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud: [I understand.]
Zhang Wenling stole glances at him, watching the expressions on his face changing from time to time. He could perform a whole drama by himself, and he felt a little nervous.
He rarely played a straight ball: "Mr. Gong San, there are countless young men in the North who are in love with my daughter. In terms of talent, appearance, family background and character, what are you better than others to make her look at you differently? Don't use words like honest and well-behaved to fool me. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
Gong Yuanzheng cheered in his heart: [Zhao Zhao, your father couldn't help it! He asked me directly, what was it about me that caught your eye.]
Zhang Xueming smiled: [Then tell him the answer.]
The man lying on the ground in front of the desk raised his eyes and peeked. He trembled even more violently and told where the remaining money was. He did not dare to plead for himself. He only said with tears streaming down his face: "I only ask the young master to leave a stick of incense for my family."
Zhang Xueming ignored him and lowered his eyes to carefully describe the clothes of the young man in the painting.
In the carriage over there, Gong Yuanzheng said to Zhang Wenling seriously, "I also asked her this question. Guess how she answered me?"
Zhang Wenling didn't respond.
He asked himself and answered: "She said, it's because I respect her, love her, trust her, and spoil her, and I am willing to accept all of her.
If I have any questions, I will ask her directly, and I will accept her answers. I will never doubt her because of what someone says, nor will I be afraid of her or be wary of her because of anything.
I will not take it for granted that I will ask for anything from her, or make any decision for her without her consent. I will not probe her to the bottom of things, wishing to find out all her secrets so that I can know how to control her... just like her beloved parents did to her, so she chose me, unwaveringly. "
Zhang Wenling was stunned for a long while, and a blush slowly climbed up his ears and then his cheeks.
He said dryly: "Oh, that's really good."