Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 43 - 39 It’s Just a Dream

Chapter 43: Chapter 39 It’s Just a Dream

By the time Li Nanshuang emerged from the cabin, Jiang Shouzhong hastily stood up and asked, "Boss, how did it go?"

Looking slightly fatigued, Li Nanshuang placed the tomb blade aside and sat down on the chair Jiang Shouzhong had just warmed, saying, "There wasn’t much Demon Energy inside Ms. Zhang, I’ve mostly expelled it; there’s no serious harm."

Hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong finally let go of the worry hanging in his heart.

"Demon Energy to save someone? Hah."

Overhearing their conversation inside the cabin, Li Nanshuang glanced scornfully at Wen Zhaodi, her lips curling into a mocking arc.

She picked up the white porcelain bottle on the table, toyed with it, and sneered, "All medicines have their poison, let alone Demon Energy. The couple are each more brainless than the other!"

Wen Zhaodi bowed her head in shame.

Mr. Li, who usually acted carefree and brotherly with his subordinates, rarely got angry and commanded, "Stew noodles, go drag that stupid ox from the bed over here!"

It’s not the boss’s temper you should fear, but his silence.

The sight of Li Nanshuang’s angry yet pretty visage allowed Jiang Shouzhong to completely relax. He then lifted Zhang Yunwu, who had been drugged into slumber by his wife, from the bed, and dropped him in front of his boss.

Zhang Yunwu was still dazed.

Seeing his boss and Jiang show up in his house in the middle of the night, he had no clue what had happened.

Unable to contain her anger, Li Nanshuang kicked him to the ground, tossed the bottle containing Demon Energy into his lap, and coldly demanded, "Explain yourself, what’s going on!?"

Zhang Yunwu still looked befuddled, "Boss, explain what?"

"You’re still pretending?"

Li Nanshuang’s eyebrows shot up, and she kicked him again.

Zhang Yunwu, bulky as an ox, was knocked back by the slight girl.

Wen Zhaodi, distressed for her husband, hurried to shield him as she pleadingly begged, "Stop hitting him, Mr. Li. It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have decided without discussing with you..."

"Zhaodi, what exactly happened?"

Zhang Yunwu was utterly confused.

Li Nanshuang was about to kick him again when Jiang Shouzhong stopped her.

Realizing there was a discrepancy from his suspicions, Jiang Shouzhong frowned at Zhang Yunwu, took the small white porcelain bottle, and asked, "Zhang, have you seen this bottle before?"

Zhang Yunwu shook his head blankly, "No, I haven’t."

Zhang Yunwu was not good at lying.

Moreover, his good-natured character prevented him from lying to those he cared about.

So who was deceiving whom?

Jiang Shouzhong turned to gaze sternly at the confused Wen Zhaodi, his eyes darkening.

But he soon dismissed the thought.

At this time, she had no reason to lie.

Li Nanshuang also sensed something was amiss.

The girl looked left and right, sat back in the chair, holding her forehead, "I feel faint, stew noodles, I want stew noodles."

Jiang Shouzhong carefully replayed Wen Zhaodi’s previous statements in his mind, and asked Wen Zhaodi, "When you found this bottle of Demon Energy in Zhang’s clothes, did you tell him about it?"

Wen Zhaodi shook her head, "No, I thought it was something Wu hid away. I just put it in the cupboard when doing laundry, thinking Wu would see it."

Women were not as foolish as Zhang Yunwu.

From her husband’s reaction, she realized she had made a huge blunder.

Jiang Shouzhong then asked the still bewildered Zhang Yunwu:

"On the first day of the month that night, we rescued a woman from the lake and killed a Demon. You killed that Demon. After returning, a bottle of Demon Energy ended up in your clothes; don’t you know that?"

Scratching his head, still not understanding the situation and looking at the bottle of unknown origin, Zhang Yunwu muttered aggrievedly, "Jiang, I’ve never seen it."

"Did you ever consider using Demon Energy to treat your mother’s illness before this?"

"..."

This time, Zhang Yunwu was silent.

Eventually, he honestly nodded and admitted, "Jiang, I did think about using Demon Energy to treat my mother, and I even tried to buy some secretly. But... in the end, I didn’t dare."

Jiang Shouzhong asked again, "Have you talked to Wei Zhaodi about this?"

"I have."

Zhang Yunwu nodded.

Jiang Shouzhong was completely speechless.

He finally understood this melodramatic matter thoroughly.

He clenched his fist and knocked a few times on his own forehead, mumbling something under his breath, and then explained to Li Nanshuang:

"Unless I’m mistaken, this vial of Demon Energy was secretly placed on Zhang’s body by the demon during the fight.

Although I don’t know the purpose of the demon’s actions, at least it’s certain that Zhang had nothing to do with this incident.

Wei Zhaodi mistakenly thought it was Zhang who secretly kept it, thinking that her husband wanted to use the Demon Energy but did not dare, for fear of implicating her and their daughter, so she took the initiative to be the villain and added that vial of Demon Energy to her mother-in-law’s soup.

From beginning to end, she never dared to speak of it.

And Zhang, being a coarse man, also never noticed it, hence the misunderstanding arose."

Hearing Jiang Shouzhong’s words, Zhang Yunwu was stunned, then suddenly rushed towards the inner room where Ms. Zhang was resting. But just as he was about to stand up from the ground, Li Nanshuang, who appeared at his side in a blink, pressed down on his shoulder.

The big man, at least three or four times the size of the young girl, could not get up, his rugged face turning red with effort.

"Don’t go in! I just dispersed the Demon Energy in Ms. Zhang’s body, and it’s not good to disturb her now."

Hearing the young girl’s reprimand, Zhang Yunwu’s body stiffened.

Li Nanshuang pointed to the remorseful Wei Zhaodi and then slapped Zhang Yunwu on the head, laughing in exasperation:

"I am puzzled, are you really a couple? Can’t you two communicate more? One is a bottler who says nothing, and the other always keeps things to herself indulging in wild guesses; I’m done with you!"

Jiang Shouzhong also felt exhausted and held some resentment towards this couple.

But it also wasn’t entirely their fault.

It’s needless to say about Zhang Yunwu, who was a simple and obtuse man, devoid of any romantic charm.

He was accustomed to keeping everything to himself.

Wei Zhaodi, sold as a concubine to a wealthy family when young, belonged to a household with many rules and was often oppressed and envied by the fierce main wife, living a life of constant fear and becoming accustomed to reading people’s moods.

After being thrown out of the family, she had to struggle to support her family and protect herself and her child, leading a very cautious life.

Her nature became increasingly sensitive, prone to overthinking and suspicions.

Marrying Zhang Yunwu and finally leading a comfortable life, her ingrained habits were hard to change.

Unexpectedly, they led to a misunderstanding and nearly caused a disaster.

"Demon Energy can indeed cure illnesses, but it depends on the circumstance. Ms. Zhang’s condition resulted from accumulated exertion; rash use could have had the opposite effect..."

Glancing at the increasingly self-blaming Wei Zhaodi, Li Nanshuang softened her tone and comforted softly, "Of course, this time the Demon Energy did not harm her but indeed helped ease some of her stagnant blood. A blessing in disguise, but it would have been troublesome had it been delayed a few more days.

Erniu, don’t blame your wife; she did it to treat your mother. And you have to take responsibility too. I now command you to talk with your wife ten thousand times a day!"

Zhang Yunwu, who had no concept of numbers, responded with an "Oh."

"Let’s wrap this up,"

The headache-ridden Li Nanshuang could not wait any longer and walked out of the door with a broad, hefty saber slung over her back.

Knowing Zhang was still confused, Jiang Shouzhong intended to explain everything from beginning to end, hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to let Wei Zhaodi do it.

Just to give the couple an opportunity for an honest conversation.

...

Stepping out of the courtyard, under the night sky, Jiang Shouzhong turned back to glance at the Zhang family’s house gradually disappearing from his sight.

For some reason, he again thought of that recurring nightmare.

The blood-stained ax.

The woman and the little girl lying in a pool of blood...

"Dream."

Jiang Shouzhong gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, turning into a mist in the cold winter night.

Indeed, it was just a dream after all.