Chapter 597: Chapter 595: The Transmigrated Woman Who Self-Destructed 18 Times (Part 26)
How was it discovered?
He secretly hid his mother’s belongings, wanting to remember her often, but was discovered by Shen Jun, who surprisingly didn’t recognize them!
Later, he conducted some probing and found that his father didn’t really care about his mother.
The so-called affection was just an act, an excuse.
However, Shen Jun indeed did not take another concubine after his mother.
Even though his uncle and aunt were deeply in love, after his aunt passed away, his uncle still had concubines.
His father seemed truly affectionate, but not towards his mother. But why pretend to be unable to forget her? Perhaps there was someone else hidden behind it, someone unspeakable, who would bring endless disaster if mentioned.
He didn’t know who this person was before, nor did he have a guess.
And this time, after a narrow escape, he first recalled something peculiar about Shen Zhengjie, so he paid more attention to matters of the main house.
Later, during his private investigation, he finally stumbled upon some clues.
The person Shen Jun cared about might very well be his long-deceased aunt from the Pan Family.
When he guessed it was Pan Family, many questions seemed to be solved. Out of love for the Pan Family, Shen Jun favored Shen Zhengjie in various ways, suppressing him whenever he surpassed Shen Zhengjie even slightly.
If his own mother hadn’t died before Pan Family, he would have suspected Shen Jun of tampering during his mother’s childbirth, to accompany her to the grave.
Shen Jun might be disgusting, but he probably wouldn’t do something as vile as hurting a life, Shen Zheng’an was certain.
Yet he still wanted to find another opportunity to investigate his mother’s death, whether it was an accident or man-made.
Shen Jun cared about the Pan Family, suppressing him for the Pan Family’s son; such absurd things would happen, and he wouldn’t be at ease without investigating.
"You really won’t go back?" Shen Jun said coldly, "Do you think having some skills means you can do without the Marquis Mansion?"
Shen Zheng’an snapped back, finding Shen Jun’s anger laughable: "Of course not, it’s because Second Young Master Shen never sees me as a biological son, why go back? Since Second Young Master Shen dislikes me so much, why bother finding me again? This way, you can openly love the son in your heart, Shen Zhengjie, isn’t that better?"
His thoughts being exposed, Shen Jun burned with shame and anger.
"Fine, if you don’t want to go back, then never go back. Even if you beg me in the future, I won’t add your name to the family tree." With that said, Shen Jun stormed off angrily.
This irritating, debt-collecting son he never liked, he wouldn’t have come if not for the Old Madam’s words.
If he had known, he shouldn’t have succumbed to pressure to marry into the Yu Family back then.
After sending them off, Shen Zheng’an’s mood wasn’t particularly good either.
He ordered the doors to be shut, not seeing any guests today, and went to the study, slipping into the space.
Gazing at the beautiful flowers and various crops in the space, his mood lightened.
The space seemed to have expanded a bit; he planted flowers in areas where crops couldn’t be grown. Then, he raised some poultry.
Busy to the point of sweating all over, he temporarily forgot about the Marquis Mansion issues.
Taking advantage of the free time, he went to the open space to practice martial arts.
In the future, he had things to do outside, he had some skills but wasn’t proficient; now wasn’t too late to resume, as he had consumed the Space Spirit Spring and his body improved. Recently, he practiced martial arts daily and made considerable progress.
Miss Chu hadn’t come in; he wondered what she was busy with.
He suddenly remembered how she once admired his paintings in his study, making Shen Zheng’an’s eyes light up; now that he finally had some free time, he should resume these activities.
Next to the bamboo house, another house was built, jointly constructed by Shen Zheng’an and Jiang Zhi among others, solely for the two to rest and work.
When it came to these, Ah Chen had no special requirements; as long as the space could grow, that was enough. Currently, Jiang Zhi indeed proved to be a very competent farming expert.
Shen Zheng’an moved some brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones into the room and began to paint.
Just recent experiences were enough for him to paint.
On the deserted island, in Ning County, on the way back to the capital, and inside this space.
What left the deepest impression was at the Ning County’s County Government, during the time when the Azure Dragon appeared.
In fact, many people had painted the scene of the Azure Dragon’s appearance, some were good, but he was confident that he painted it better.
Decided, today he would paint this.
Anything happening in the space, Ah Chen could actually know, with a sweep of consciousness, she could see the entire space.
Seeing Shen Zheng’an enter the room, she didn’t go in anymore.
Here she encountered something, while strolling outside today, a disheveled girl fled in front of her, begging for life-saving help.
Lan Xin squatted down, checked the nose of the ragged girl, lifted her head, and told Ah Chen: "Still breathing, but further delay might be life-threatening."
Ah Chen looked down, "Send her to a medical office."
The followers at Shen Zheng’an’s residence were quite useful, like Lan Xin, so she wasn’t interested in finding more followers.
Besides, perhaps it was a scam.
In this world, she wasn’t engaging in any grand matters, no need to recruit people. So, whether truly desperate or coming with ill-intentions, she didn’t take them in.
Many in the world are suffering, she couldn’t save them all, they needed to handle their own fate and consequences.
Everything has its own destiny.
Most of the time, she didn’t have a connection with them.
She wasn’t like Guanyin Bodhisattva, doing grand charity, she had purposes behind her actions.
She could respect those who stayed strong and lived earnestly, not bullying the weak without reason, and even ignore all existence at times.
Life, sometimes, really had no meaning before her.
For a moment, Lan Xin only felt that Miss Chu might disappear before her, like the wind, hard to grasp.
Just seeing the person standing nearby, she felt it was an illusion.
Everyone in the residence thought Miss Chu was great, kind to them, not humiliating them, and sometimes even giving them extraordinary things.
They all knew Miss Chu was extraordinary.
Even the Second Prince, after being beaten, didn’t dare to come seeking trouble. Could such a person not be extraordinary?
Lan Xin was about to lift the girl up; she had some skills, carrying a frail girl was a piece of cake.
Little did she know the girl would grab Ah Chen’s skirt, refusing to let go, stopping Lan Xin from moving freely.
Ah Chen glanced, lifted her skirt and shook it, but the frail girl’s grip was tight, yet unable to hold onto her skirt, which slipped easily.
In that instant, despite her eyes being closed, Ah Chen still saw the bewilderment on her expression.
It seemed like a scam.
Ah Chen moved a couple of steps away: "Send her to a medical office."
Just as she said this, the frail girl opened her eyes, looking pitifully at Ah Chen: "Miss, I beg you to take me in; if you don’t, I truly have no way out and would be sold to that kind of place. Please give me a way to survive, and I’ll work like a beast of burden for you."
"Really?"
"Are you sure I’m a good person?" Ah Chen chuckled lightly, "You have a pretty face, how can you be sure I wouldn’t nurse you back to health and then sell you to such places? Of course, I really wouldn’t do such a thing, I don’t like those places."
"But do you really have nowhere to go?"
"Seeing how hard you’re trying, I’ll find you a job, living shouldn’t be a problem." Ah Chen propped her chin, "Deal?"
The frail girl’s heart trembled, initially wanting to agree, but fearing that doing so might lead to unfortunate events.
Yet, thinking of her mission, she gritted her teeth and nodded.
