The richest woman committed a crime with her child - Chapter 22

She observed Shen Youting’s expression, noticing his reluctance to engage, and continued, “Do you know Wu Mengying?”

“Hmm.”

“I heard her tavern is about to have a trial run, inviting many literati and scholars. I’ve recently taken an interest in scripts and would like to visit, to learn from them.”

“I’ll arrange it for you.”

Chen Jingjing’s lips curled into a slight smile, her face showing contentment at his words, but in her heart, she pondered: In his past life, he also readily agreed to her requests, easily creating the illusion that “I am the most important in his eyes.”

Shen Youting glanced at the sky outside and stood up, “It’s getting late, I should go. Rest early.”

Chen Jingjing nodded, watching Shen Youting walk out of the room and close the door behind him.

The tavern’s opening…

She remembered something happening.

She needed to personally verify what occurred during the trial run of Wu Mengying’s tavern in her past life.

Regarding the kissing incident, who was lying?

………………

Another sweltering night passed.

In the southern suburbs of Yingtian Prefecture, the woods were intermittently disturbed by Qiu Chigong’s loud curses, startling birds and beasts.

“Shen Youting, if you have the guts, kill me with one strike. Otherwise, when I find a way out, I’ll chop you into mincemeat and feed you to the dogs.”

“Shen Youting, where the hell have you gone?”

“Shen Youting, you beast, come back and let me out.”

Cursed and berated countless times, Shen Youting rode Swiftwind leisurely, the clip-clop of hooves unhurried.

Dressed in a black summer outfit with subtle patterns, wearing a jade crown, his skin pale and delicate, exuding nobility from head to toe, no one unaware of the circumstances could link him to the act of throwing someone into a well.

Only the hemp rope at his waist hinted at the heavy task he was about to perform.

At the bottom of the dry well, Qiu Chigong, hearing the hoofbeats, temporarily ceased his cursing and pressed his ear against the well wall to listen.

“Is anyone there?” After confirming the sounds were indeed hoofbeats,Qiu Chigong urgently shouted, “Is someone there? Come quickly, help me move the stone off the well, I will surely reward you handsomely afterward, I swear.”

“What will you reward me with?” Shen Youting dismounted and stood before the well, asking.

“Shen Youting, you bastard!”

The genuine gnashing of teeth, even without seeing Qiu Chigong’s face, one could imagine his furious expression.

“Here’s a rope, climb up yourself.” Shen Youting tied one end of the rope to a large tree and dropped the other end through the gap between the boulder and the well opening.

“You son of a bitch, move the stone.”

“Fine.”

Shen Youting pressed his right thumb against his index finger, forming a circle, and whistled.

Swiftwind, grazing nearby, clip-clopped over and kicked the boulder with its hind legs. The round stone, struck thus, instantly rolled away from the well opening to the ground.

Shen Youting patted Swiftwind’s belly, “Go graze.”

Swiftwind obediently returned to its spot to continue munching grass.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Qiu Chigong , with several scratches on his face, hauled himself out of the well using the rope. Seeing Shen Youting standing beside a horse with his back to the well, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he swung his sword towards Shen Youting’s neck.

Shen Youting lifted his eyelids, drew a sharp dagger from his sleeve, and as Qiu Chigong’s blade descended towards his right shoulder, the tip of the dagger pressed against Qiu Chigong’s abdomen. He smiled, “This dagger can sever your intestines with one thrust, then Wu Mengying would have to take care of you.”