Zhao Jiaqi saw how anxious she was and stopped teasing her.
Taking this opportunity, she asked her, "Hui'er, I'm a bit worried now. If this Divine Immortal Paste is finished, will it cause any harm to the body?"
"I'm mainly afraid that if the rich merchants I introduce to it experience physical damage or symptoms similar to poisoning, then all my other businesses will be affected. Do you understand what I mean?"
Wang Hui nodded repeatedly, understanding this part clearly. "Don't worry, sister. My father has been selling this for years, and I've never heard of anyone dying from consuming it. I think there should be no problem with this Divine Immortal Paste."
After speaking, she carefully recalled. They really hadn't come looking for her father because of dead people. It seemed this was not something that would kill people.
Therefore, she said with certainty, "Don't worry, sister, there's no problem with this."
Seeing that she was truly unaware of the potency of this substance, Zhao Jiaqi didn't say anything more. Instead, she wanted to persuade her not to get involved with it.
"Since your father and I have already entered into this business, why don't we switch to a different business? Although it doesn't earn as much, it's at least a stable business."
Wang Hui was a bit stunned, feeling an indescribable emotion. Did this elder sister no longer want to do business with her?
"Elder sister, I don't quite understand. Do you not want to do this business with me anymore? But why, is it only because of my father?"
Zhao Jiaqi shook her head. "Not entirely. It's mainly because you are a young girl, and it would be better to do something more secure."
Seeing Wang Hui hesitate and be suspicious, Zhao Jiaqi sighed inwardly. She did not want Wang Hui to be involved with this substance.
Although they did not advocate for the crime of exterminating nine generations of a family, since Wang Hui could refine the Divine Immortal Paste, it was necessary to deal with her. Her father was destined to die, this was undeniable.
However, Wang Hui's hands were still clean at the moment. If she were to get involved, it would be a matter of losing her head. From the bottom of her heart, she did not want Wang Hui to lose her precious life because of this.
But Fan Zehao, standing beside her, shook his head at Zhao Jiaqi. This meant that she should not interfere. Everyone had their own fate. Some people wanted to take a gamble and try their luck. If they won, they would be successful. If they lost, their necks would bear a scar as big as a bowl.
Zhao Jiaqi closed her mouth. Following Fan Zehao's advice, she no longer insisted on her own idea.
"Alright, you go back and think about it carefully. If you've made up your mind, we'll do other business. If you still want to deal with this Divine Immortal Paste, I will still do business with you privately and will never tell your father."
Hearing this, the stone hanging in Wang Hui's heart finally landed. Without thinking, she resolutely chose the second option.
"Elder sister, I want to do the Divine Immortal Paste business with you. As for other businesses, we can discuss them when we have time."
Zhao Jiaqi was quite disappointed by her choice, but she couldn't show it. She immediately said, "Okay, after the guests arrive and I've spoken with your father, we'll talk about the details."
Wang Hui smiled and replied readily, "Okay, no problem."
After speaking, seeing that it was getting late, she smiled awkwardly at the couple. "I'm sorry, it's too late, and I've disturbed you for so long. I'll be going now. You should rest early."
With that, she quickly left, and even thoughtfully closed the door behind them.
Zhao Jiaqi walked over, bolted the door, and then pulled on it a few times to make sure it couldn't be opened. Only then did the two of them return to the room.
Lying back on the warm bed, Fan Zehao asked Zhao Jiaqi, "Are you caring too much about this Wang Hui? Don't forget, her father is not a good person."
"But I don't think Wang Hui is a bad person. Especially since she's still young and doesn't understand the dangers involved, that's why I wanted to pull her back from the brink of danger."
Fan Zehao sighed lightly, his hand under the quilt finding hers and squeezing it. "She's seventeen years old. At this age, you had already entrusted yourself to me, facing many things every day. Why didn't anyone say you were too young then!"
"In other words, you've already fulfilled your responsibility to remind Wang Hui. As for what will happen in the future, it depends on her fate. No matter what the outcome, you need to be mentally prepared. There are simply too many unfortunate people in this world, and you can't save them all."
He turned over and lay on his side, looking at his wife's unblinking eyes. "Those who deserve pity often have detestable aspects. Wang Hui hasn't harmed anyone, but her father has cruelly harmed those who consumed it."
"Karma and retribution, we can only say that it's her fate to be born into this family."
How could Zhao Jiaqi not understand? It was just that everyone should bear their own mistakes, and there was no need to hold their family members accountable. However, here, they practiced collective punishment. If one person in the family made a mistake, the entire family would suffer.
"I understand, my husband. In the future, I will try my best to harden my heart."
Fan Zehao smiled. These were just words his wife was saying. If she encountered such a situation, she would still hope that the innocent would live well.
However, the world was like this, not comparable to their modern society.
Zhao Jiaqi had nightmares all night. The dreams were very bloody, with killing and bloodshed everywhere.
When she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, almost reaching its zenith.
She got up to wash, and Fan Zehao also returned with breakfast. Seeing his smiling face, Zhao Jiaqi forgot the bad dreams she had last night.
"What's so happy that you're beaming like this?"
He put down the food, sat on a stool, and handed the dishes to her before saying with envy, "Wife, I saw the village chief's youngest son. He was soft and chubby. When he opened his eyes, his gaze kept shifting around at everyone. That child is very good."
Zhao Jiaqi looked at him and realized her husband was very envious. She grinned and said, "Next year, early in the year, I'll give you one. Then you can hold him all day and don't complain about being annoyed."
Fan Zehao touched her slightly protruding abdomen, where a baby already resided. "You take care of the birth, and I'll take care of raising him. You must rest well during your confinement. You don't need to worry about anything else."
Speaking of which, he hadn't held a child much, especially his daughter.
When his wife was pregnant with their first child, he was at war. He returned when his daughter was born and only saw her for a few days before leaving again. For the second child, his wife had suffered greatly, so he had reservations about his two sons.
This was the third child. No matter what, he had to be there, from his wife's delivery to the child's upbringing.
Thinking about beautiful things was truly wonderful. While Zhao Jiaqi was eating, Fan Zehao's mind was restless, and his hand continuously covered her belly.
Zhao Jiaqi smiled and removed his hand, giving him a sidelong glance with a blush. "It's not like you haven't been a father before. That's enough."
Fan Zehao raised an eyebrow. "Who says being a father is enough?"