Chapter 1140 How did I bully you?

After getting the answers he wanted, Chen Nan returned to East Garden Street No. 13 with the two Bian Hua flowers, feeling satisfied. It wasn't yet 8 PM, so his mother and Song Ziwei hadn't gone to bed. They were sitting under the night sky, admiring the moon and chatting. Seeing Chen Nan return, Wang Mengqing asked him about his work, if he was busy or tired. She even asked Song Ziwei to make noodles for her son. Although her son was rarely home since becoming a constable, she was happy to see him busy. After eating, once his mother and Song Ziwei had retired for the night, Chen Nan drew two buckets of well water. He took a cold shower and then returned to his bedroom. He took out the communication wooden token of the Fan Tian Cult: "Third Brother, where are your wife and daughter? Can I say hello to them? Don't worry, I will dote on them and let your daughter call me father." "No, no, no, your wife will also call me father." He knew that Steward Wang was Third Brother, but he pretended not to know anything. He wanted to see who was hiding deeper. However, the anger that needed to be vented still needed to be vented. For example, Third Brother had Old Ji kill Hu Ning'an and Wang Dalei just to let him earn merit. This made him feel disgusted. In the past, if Chen Nan sent a message, others would reply a sentence or two. But now, everyone could feel Chen Nan's anger and dared not speak. After all, the Fifth Hall Master Yue Shan had always been hot-tempered. And most importantly, he was very vengeful. Third Brother: "Fifth Brother, I don't think I've offended you, have I?" Chen Nan: "You haven't offended me, but your methods are too insidious! To let me earn merit, you didn't hesitate to harm innocent lives." "You keep saying you act low-key and don't attract the attention of the authorities." "But what if this matter attracts the attention of the authorities?" "I finally managed to possess a perfect body and have a wonderful plan. I don't want you to mess it up." "Also," he said. "I already know who you are. If you dare to mess around again, I won't mind stuffing your head into your anus." "That's all I have to say. You take care of yourself." With that, he put away the communication wooden token. Some things didn't need to be said too directly. If they were too direct... he was afraid of revealing his identity. After all, the real Yue Shan was long dead. He was just an impostor. He sat cross-legged and circulated the yin energy in his body to heal the injuries inflicted by Old Ji. Fortunately, Old Ji was already at his limit. Even a full-power blow did not hit Chen Nan's vital points. ------ County Office. Han Zongyuan looked at the communication wooden token in his hand with a sallow complexion, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. "Fifth Brother actually knows my identity?" "Indeed." "He's such a smart man, it's not hard for him to guess my identity." "It seems I need to be more low-key and cautious in the future." "If I really anger Fifth Brother, he definitely won't show any mercy." ------ In the latter half of the night, after his injuries had healed, Chen Nan took out the elixir furnace and the two Bian Hua flowers and refined them into pills. He kept two pills and swallowed ten Yin Harvesting Pills. Terrifying true qi raged within his body. He still used the method of "nine gentleness, one fierceness" to control the yin energy to impact his dantian. With the help of the ten Yin Harvesting Pills, he successfully broke through to the fourth layer of the Yin Harvesting Realm. "At the current pace, if I want to reach the fifth layer of the Yin Harvesting Realm, I will need at least thirty Yin Harvesting Pills." "And I only have two Yin Harvesting Pills left." "Even if I go to Qingyun Tower to exchange for Bian Hua flowers, I can only exchange for four plants." "Four times six is twenty-four, still not enough!" However, even so, Chen Nan was not flustered. Given his relationship with Steward Wang, exchanging two Yin Harvesting Pills for three Bian Hua flowers should be fine, right? He should give him some face, shouldn't he? Seeing that the sky outside was already dawn, Chen Nan put on his clothes, washed his face, and then went into the kitchen. In the host's memory, he had never cooked a meal for his mother before. He wanted to express his filial piety today. Seeing that there were radishes in the bamboo basket, he had a flash of inspiration and cooked a shredded radish and dough drop soup that his mother used to make on Earth. He also sliced the leftover steamed buns from last night into thin slices, coated them with egg wash, and fried them in oil. They were golden brown, tender, and delicious. Accompanied by the pickled vegetables from Song Ziwei, just looking at them made one's mouth water. Just as he was happily anticipating his mother and Song Ziwei praising him, Song Ziwei's choked voice came from behind him: "Young Master, are you dying soon?" Poof! Chen Nan felt as if his chest had been punched. He had the urge to spit blood. He turned to look at Song Ziwei and said with a straight face, "Can't you speak properly, girl? If you don't want to speak, then don't. It's rare for me, Young Master, to prepare a meal, and instead of praising me, you ask if I'm dying?" "You've gone too far!" Once she was sure that the Young Master wasn't dying soon, Song Ziwei looked at him vigilantly: "Then did you do something bad outside?" "Did you do something unfaithful to Madam?" Chen Nan looked at her incredulously: "Can't I just make breakfast for you to enjoy?" Song Ziwei smiled awkwardly: "It's just that I'm not used to it. When you're like this, I always feel like you've done something wrong." With that, she playfully stuck out her tender pink tongue. Chen Nan directly rolled his eyes at her and said irritably, "Young Master is now a constable in the county office. How could I possibly do anything wrong?" Song Ziwei chuckled and quickly changed the subject: "How is the book sales going? You haven't given me any silver notes for a long time." She pouted, looking displeased. "Here! Just distributed." Chen Nan took out a stack of silver notes, twenty in total. A total of two hundred thousand taels. Although he had earned one million taels from selling elixirs, he couldn't spend that money. He couldn't explain its origin if he did. He also couldn't tell Song Ziwei that it was money he earned by refining elixirs. He didn't want anyone to know about refining elixirs. "Wow, so much money!" Seeing the two hundred thousand taels in silver notes, Song Ziwei stomped her feet excitedly. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Chen Nan on the cheek, blushing and saying, "Young Master, people say that men change when they have money." "You can't be like this!" "The women in the brothel are not clean." "If you want that kind of thing, tell me, and I'll help you with it." Slap! Chen Nan raised his hand and flicked her forehead: "You girl, not only do you covet my money, but you also covet my body?" "It hurts!" Song Ziwei's eyes welled up with tears from the pain. Her face was full of grievance: "I'll go tell Madam that you bullied me." "Are you being unreasonable? How did I bully you?" Chen Nan felt like crying without tears. He was very afraid of Song Ziwei complaining to his mother. Because he had been beaten once when he was a child for bullying Song Ziwei. Song Ziwei pouted, a hint of cunning in her eyes: "If you don't want me to go and complain, then kiss me!" With that, she shyly closed her eyes.