Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 37 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 10

Wen Zhao chuckled contentedly, lifted Ling Yi's chin with one hand, and asked with a half-smile, "Now, Miss Ling, do you know what to do?"

The woman's snow-white and slender neck peeked out from her conservative clothes, forced into a beautiful arc.

Her delicate face was pinched until it was slightly deformed. Ling Yi was too timid to look at Wen Zhao, and her voice trembled as she said, "I...I know."

"Speak," Wen Zhao said, lowering his head and gently sniffing her temple, like a true pervert.

Ling Yi made several notes about him in her mind, and then selectively told Wen Zhao about what happened that day.

She knew she was lying, Wen Zhao knew she was lying, and she also knew that Wen Zhao knew she was lying.

But these two were able to carry on this lie so openly that no one around them had any doubts.

Most of the people arrested because of Zhang Er said similar things in their confessions, just like Ling Yi is saying now. Not everyone is unlucky enough to get involved in things that happen in the open.

"That's all. You're not hiding anything from me anymore?" Wen Zhao carefully examined Ling Yi's expression, and the moment she nodded, he suddenly spoke: "Zhang Er is dead."

When the news was released without any warning, Wen Zhao's eyes were fixed on Ling Yi like those of a hawk, not missing a single expression from her.

The woman, who had almost curled up into a ball, looked confused, then surprised, and finally fearful.

"What are you afraid of?" Wen Zhao pressed on, "Did you ruin him?"

"It wasn't me!" Ling Yi raised her voice slightly in response, then quickly lowered it again: "I... I've only met him once!"

She seemed shocked by the news, muttering, "How could a perfectly healthy person just die?"

"Yes, how could he have died?" Wen Zhao said quietly, "He died just two days after meeting you. Don't you find that strange?"

As his lips almost touched her face, Ling Yi shrank back to the other side of the chair, her voice trembling: "I...I don't know...I only saw him once, just went to rent a room."

Like a delicate white flower, Ling Yi's tears fell in large drops, landing on Wen Zhao's hands that were gripping her chin.

If Wen Zhao hadn't seen her robbing people with a gun, he would have almost believed her gentle and weak appearance.

But he had seen her before, so he only felt that this woman was a superb actress and unpredictable.

Wen Zhao gently stroked Ling Yi's hair, his tone intimate and casual: "You really don't know? You're not lying to me?"

He lowered his head, almost touching his lips to Ling Yi's ear, his voice low and ambiguous: "If you dare to lie to me, I'll hang you there too, and brand you inch by inch with a hot iron."

"Such a fair-skinned person, wouldn't it be a waste to scald her into pieces?"

abnormal.

Ling Yi trembled as she smelled the faint scent of his expensive perfume: "I dare not, I dare not..."

"Is there anything you've forgotten?" Wen Zhao coaxed her gently, tempting her like a devil.

But that's not all. Other neighbors saw him looking for Zhang Er that day.

If Ling Yi doesn't reveal this information, the suspicion surrounding her will increase significantly.

Ling Yi instantly understood his thoughts. Her eyelids trembled for a moment before she said softly, "It seems... there's one more thing."

When she softly recounted her appearance that day, Wen Zhao felt a strange sensation:

She seemed to read his mind and knew what he wanted her to say.

But how is this possible?

She neither knows her own identity nor her own purpose, so how could she know what she is thinking?

Could it be that it can read minds?

"You mean, someone else went to see Zhang Er?"

Wen Zhao was lost in thought, but a hint of joy flashed across his face, and he hurriedly asked, "What does that person look like?"

Ling Yi was taken aback, and after a long pause, she said, "He was a middle-aged man, looked like a schoolteacher, didn't have a local accent, and as for his face..."

Under his increasingly sinister gaze, Ling Yi whispered, "He was wearing a hat and kept his head down, so it wasn't appropriate for me, a woman, to look at him too much."

Wen Zhao narrowed his eyes, threateningly asking, "You really don't remember?"

As Ling Yi shook her head, he snorted coldly and said, "Then repeat exactly what he said to me, word for word. If you miss even one word, hmph!"

Ling Yi lowered her eyes and made up a lie in front of the person involved without changing her expression.

He repeated that he was introduced by his cousin and was a gentleman from out of town, but there was no useful information in it, which made Wen Zhao's face look rather unpleasant.

"that's it?"

Ling Yi cried until her voice was hoarse, and she sobbed, "That's all... Zhang Er said he would help me find someone another day, and then sent them away."

"but……"

Ling Yi's soft remark immediately made Wen Zhao's expression turn serious, and he quickly asked, "But what?"

“However, the stitching on that person’s shoes doesn’t seem to be the stitching style of the Southwest.” Ling Yi’s face flushed slightly as she said softly, “We girls always pay attention to these things.”

Wen Zhao's face lit up with joy, but his heart was filled with trepidation: "Really?"

Ling Yi pursed her lips and nodded weakly: "Yes, it seems to be... the craftsmanship from Suzhou."

Everything about him is flawless, except for his shoes, which give him away. Mr. Wen, be careful!

Wen Zhao's entire outfit was purchased in Shanghai, and he chose all popular items, but he didn't expect to make a fool of himself in this regard.

Who would have thought that someone could discern the needlework techniques from a pair of ordinary cloth shoes?

He looked at Ling Yi suspiciously: "You know about this?"

Ling Yi nodded gently: "I have been learning acupuncture since I was a child, so I know a little about it."

A few billion.

Wen Zhao narrowed his eyes, then suddenly called someone over and whispered a few words in his ear.

A moment later, a pile of worn shoes, each carrying a different scent, appeared in front of Ling Yi.

She covered her delicate nose in disgust and looked away.

“Miss Ling, just admit it!” Wen Zhao raised his chin and smiled, “I trust your judgment.”

If the person in front of her is someone who can recognize the stitching technique on someone else's shoes at a glance, then she can naturally recognize other shoes as well.

If you can't recognize her, then her words will be much less convincing.

Ling Yi was fortunate that the original owner was well-versed in these things because of her father's so-called teachings on women's virtues and her family background. No matter how miraculously she recognized those things, she wouldn't let things get out of control.

"These stitches must be... Feng Yulou's."

"These are ordinary shoes, probably made by an average woman, but they have some of the craftsmanship of people from Hangzhou."

"These are rough, they don't look like they were made by people from the south."

Each pair pointed out the origin of the shoes, and Wen Zhao looked at the record of the shoes' origin on the paper, his eyes shining with admiration.

This skill is truly impossible to guard against; it seems I need to be even more careful around her in the future.