C10 His Wife Was Humiliated and Given Primary Care

Su Zhi was dizzy from the impact. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her eardrums. She heard a sound as loud as a thunderclap: "Who is it, crazy! I'm dead from the impact!"

Su Zhi saw a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a green cotton thong, with a double bun, a silver hairpin, and pink silk flowers. She looked like a girl from a rich family, and when she met her gaze, she immediately glared at her.

"Look, look, look, what are you looking at? If you bump into me, then forget it. If you crash into my family's young miss, then I'll beat you to death!"

Su Zhi looked at the two of them. She was cautious in following the passersby to the right. This person was obviously coming from the opposite direction. If you were to say that she was the one who bumped into them, then all the blame would fall on her.

It even leaked out the three layers of oil paper covering her hand, which was wrapped in a layer of paper and placed close to her chest. It was so hot that she glared at her: "Look carefully, it was you who hit me, and you're the first to complain!"

Her nose was not her nose, and her mouth was not her mouth as she taunted, "Tsk tsk, what if I bumped into you. If I knew that you were so ugly, wouldn't I have bumped into you instead?"

The corner of Su Zhi's eyes twitched. It meant that she was in pain from the collision, so why should she thank him?

Before she could retort, the little girl immediately continued proudly, "You're so ugly and yet you're running away. Aren't you afraid of scaring the other one into making you pay?"

"You …" Just as Su Zhi was about to retort, she heard a soft and gentle voice sound out behind her. "Alright, Little Ping! "Don't delay any longer, when the fish soup gets cold, it will be time for the fishy smell!"

Xiaoxiao faced her mistress with great respect. "Understood, eldest miss. That scholar knows that you must be overjoyed to think so much about him!"

"You're the one with a blabbermouth!"

The two of them turned a blind eye and walked past Su Zhi into the library.

Hearing the word "scholar", Su Zhi did not know why, but a trace of panic appeared in her heart. Her feet subconsciously followed the figure in front of her.

Although Engraving Printing Arts had already been invented and were widespread in a few large cities, Land of Bashu s were not spread out very well. Furthermore, the operation of these things were mass-produced, so there were a few books that were relatively unfamiliar with the place, such as books that sold poorly, or books that were used to buying handwritten copies, which allowed these books to have a market.

Especially those who were good at writing, the books they copied were the most popular!

Zhao Jin had been practicing calligraphy ever since he was a child. At the age of three, he had been enlightened by his Elementary Scholar father. His calligraphy was smooth and vigorous, giving him a sense of interest.

Therefore, the owner of the Wen Xuan Book Bureau regarded him very highly. The second floor's inner room had specially opened up a place for him to copy books.

The window of the second floor was very clear. From afar, one could see the clear water and hear the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

There weren't many people inside, so Su Zhi followed the route to the second floor. She immediately saw the scholar sitting opposite the window, his hair tied up in ink, wearing a scholar's hat on his head. Sitting with his back facing her, he was upright, elegant, and his half-exposed right hand lightly pulled the brush of Lang Nen's ink-splashing book along with the fallen leaves on the cypress tree outside the window.

She called out in surprise, "Zhao Jin …" However, before she could finish her sentence, she saw the figure that stood beside Zhao Jin.

Her voice calling out to Zhao Jin also stopped abruptly. It was as if the door that was halfway open was suddenly closed by someone. No one knew what was inside, and they could only see that it made people panic.

It was then that the little bellow of rage interrupted the awkward atmosphere: "You, you, you fat bitch, what are you doing here? Is this a place for vulgar things like you?"

Su Zhi came back to her senses after a brief moment of absent-mindedness and heartache. What was she feeling?

Although Zhao Jin and her were husband and wife on the surface, other than their relationship in name, they weren't really husband and wife. Not to mention that she wasn't even that fat young girl Su Zhi before.

She must have spent too much time with him these past few days, forgetting this fact, thinking that she had come for no apparent reason, that she might have worn it back somehow.

That little girl's character is too bad, making people unable to like her, and that young miss was too arrogant just now. Even if she did not care about how the two of them were looking at each other, she would not have stopped them from developing any other meaning, but at least she was still here, so she had to fight for the original owner's dignity.

Thinking of this, Su Zhi's eyes turned and her voice suddenly became softer.

"Zhao Jin, if you have guests, then I'll be going back first. Mom and sister are still waiting for me to go back and cook for them!"

He didn't know what Su Zhi meant by her words, so he stood up and said in a clear voice, "You're not going to stroll around? If you're in a hurry to get back, can you wait for me for a moment? I'll finish copying a few poems!"

Su Zhi's pair of slit-like eyes stared at the beauty. She looked pretty, but the skin on her face had turned yellow for some reason. When she heard Zhao Jin's words, her face darkened even more!

In the end, she still looked down on this yellow-skinned beauty. Although she looked at her in displeasure, when she glanced at her body and face, she was filled with confidence, thinking that Zhao Jin definitely would not like her noble appearance, and marrying her was just a family matter, so she took the opportunity to get closer to Zhao Jin and said softly, "Since you are in a hurry to go back, why don't you copy it for her! My words were all taught by you, Big Brother Zhao. I can imitate your handwriting a little! "

If one ignored the earlier disagreement between them, Su Zhi could really enjoy the Miss's melodious voice.

Who doesn't know how to pretend to be intimate!

Moreover, she might not love Zhao Jin if she continued to stand up against that young miss. She just didn't like the way this young lady spoke so crudely!

That little girl was really sharp-tongued, compared to Second Sister and Su Yuyan's sharp tongue.

Su Zhi was proud of her thick skin, but she was also provoked by Zhao Jin's words. She lowered her head to look at the figure of the "moving bucket". Her nose was sour, and her eyes were red as she looked at Zhao Jin.

When the young scholar heard the disrespect in her words, he put down his fountain pen and looked at her coldly, saying in a serious tone, "Lady, Su Zhi is my wife, I will always appreciate her good points. If you don't like her, please hold it in in front of us, otherwise you will take a detour outside!"