You Were Born Before I Was Born

Chapter 8

As for Wen Ying, he was looking at the third son of Mo's family happily. Just as he was staring at him in a daze, he could not help but lower his head. However, he suddenly felt his body tilt......

He fell heavily into a embrace.

He actually stretched out his hand to pull him over so suddenly. He really gave him a fright and waited until he calmed down before obediently snuggling.

What was going on?

The third son of Mo's family hand was using force, trembling. At that moment, she seemed to be too far away from him. He couldn' t help but be afraid that she would one day leave.

Just like before.

But what did she know? How could she know the worry in her heart? Even women loved beauty, not to mention her age......

Sensing that the person in his arms seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable because of his ignorance, he was resisting slightly. Only then did the third son of Mo's family release some of his hands and let him go stiffly.

However, his eyes seemed to be filled with endless reluctance. They were burning and lingering, and he finally turned Wen Ying face red.

Fortunately, Hua Hua's timely shout brought both of them back to their senses. They realized that if they didn' t go out, they might not be able to catch up to the morning market.

"We...... "Let's go."

Wen Ying whispered.

"Wait a moment." The third son of Mo's family lowered his head and took out a sack from his waist. Then, he held Wen Ying hand and placed it in her hand. He instructed," Take it."

"What is this?"

Wen Ying couldn' t help but look at the bag in his hand and ask. It was heavy, and he didn' t know what was inside.

"Silver."

The third son of Mo's family said indifferently.

Really was a young lady who didn't like the world and did n' t even have any sense of silver. However, it was no wonder she didn' t know her. Thinking about it, Wen Grand Preceptor must have raised her very well.

This reassured him.

"Silver ……"

When Wen Ying heard these two words, he knew that their meaning was extraordinary. This was...... What did he want to butler?

He couldn' t help but feel a little unable to take over. He whispered," What are you doing for me?"

Even though it hadn' t been long since he was married, he had never seen the third son of Mo's family do anything. Even though it wasn' t like it, it didn' t seem like he had no money.

Where did the third son of Mo's family money come from? Could it be that he was truly a dirtman, as others said?

However, the reason why she was unable to take over was not because she was afraid that he was truly a dirtbag. It was because she had never come into contact with money when she was young. How could she be able to take on the important responsibilities of a steward?

Naturally, he hurriedly refused.

"Take it back, I can' t handle it."

However, the third son of Mo's family attitude was determined. He refused to take back the items that she had sent out. While stopping her movements, he said firmly," Take them for you. Whatever you do, as long as you don' t lose all three of these rooms."

From what he said, no matter how heavy he was, he wouldn' t be so corrupt.

Wen Ying clenched the bag in her hand. The silver inside caused her hand to ache slightly. In the future, she would be...... Was he really going to become a wife who was on his own?

Before he even arrived at the market, he had already heard a lively crowd of people. When he really walked into the market, he could truly feel the people around him coming and going, trading and selling. Wen Ying simply felt like he had entered the depths of the fireworks.

It wasn' t that he didn' t like it, but that he hadn' t adapted to it. She had stayed in the boudoir for a long time. It was just that she was unable to adapt to ordinary people's daily life. She was actually happy in her heart.

He was even envious.

In comparison, the third son of Mo's family cared too much about her.

Ever since the two of them had entered the market, they had been protecting the Wen Ying. It was as if they were protecting a child. A few of the salesmen who carried their goods had walked past her. It was clear that there was nothing important, but they had been separated from her by him.

Wen Ying couldn' t bear to watch any longer. He secretly stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve. With a low voice, he told him:

"I' m fine. You don' t have to be so careful."

The third son of Mo's family didn' t say anything, but he really didn' t act like he was walking on thin ice.

Wen Ying smiled. Only then did he remember to withdraw his hand.

However, he discovered that right at the moment when she wanted to stop her hand, the third son of Mo's family unexpectedly grabbed her entire hand with a backhand motion, teaching her that she would not be able to move.

Instantly, it was as if his entire body had been struck by lightning.

A numbing sensation spread from his palm, spreading through his entire arm and then his entire body.

The man's palm was warm and firm.

All of the sounds by his side seemed to have darkened. It was as if only the two of them were making a scene.

When the numbness spread to her mind, Wen Ying seemed to see some blurry images. When she was very young, had she also been walking on the street with a hand in hand?

However, her memory had never been very good. She truly could not remember.

###Chapter11

When they noticed that the people beside them had stopped, they had already stood in front of a small wine bar. Seeing that someone had stopped in front of them, the staff member naturally greeted them warmly with a smile:

"You two buy wine?"

"What good wine do you have here?"

The third son of Mo's family asked the waiter, and as he looked at the wine on the table, he revealed a dissatisfied expression," These are all too inferior. Did they come from the Capital Restaurant?"

Hearing these words, the young man's expression instantly changed, and he became even more enthusiastic as he said respectfully:

"My guest really knows what to do, but he also happened to catch up. We only came in half a month ago with a batch of good wine from the capital. Follow me to take a look."

The third son of Mo's family moved, but the Wen Ying beside him didn' t move. He couldn' t help but want to remind her.

"What are you staring at? Come with me."

Wen Ying secretly pulled the third son of Mo's family and whispered to him behind the waiter:

"What are you buying wine for?"

Moreover, he had to buy some good wine from the capital. But as far as he knew, wasn' t he not drinking? Or did he say that he didn' t know?

"Come in first."

The third son of Mo's family said this to her, one foot had already stepped into the wine bar, turned around and reached out to invite her.

Wen Ying felt helpless. Considering this situation, how could he refute his intentions? It seemed that he didn' t give his husband any face, and he looked like a fierce woman. Thus, they could only follow him in.

"Madam, be careful."

When they passed the threshold, the waiter hurriedly reminded them. After they entered, they even greeted the two of them eagerly. After all, the wine in the capital couldn't be sold for a few jars a year. They had a lot of wine in them, so they did n' t want to sell it. Most of them were just for the sake of fame. It was already quite good to sell one or two jars a year. If they could sell two or three jars, it would be considered a good year. In the end, if the shop could sell the wine in the capital in a year, they would be able to get a bonus. How could he not care?

When he walked inside, he discovered that this little wine gourd had been extended from a restaurant. It was still very deep inside, and there was even a single room on the second floor. The waiter led them through the ten tables of different sizes in the hall, then bypassed the front desk. Finally, he brought them to a row of shelves in the restaurant.

Bottles and jars were placed over there. It did not look like wine, but rather like the porcelain antique on a treasure trove.

Normally, it was hidden in the innermost part of the restaurant, and outsiders couldn' t see it. Only the customers who knew the goods would be able to bring them in for a look. In fact, even the employees didn' t often see it. Standing in front of these beautiful and exquisite Beijing wines, the young clerk couldn' t help but straighten his back and introduce him with incomparable pride:

"This is Xin Le Restaurant's Immortal Wine, this is the Immortal Encounter Restaurant's Jade Liquor. These two kinds of wines are as fragrant and mellow as the Jade Dew the Queen Mother Jade Lake." The waiter introduced him as he walked. He was as proud as a treasure." And this is Fengle Restaurant's Mei Shou Wine. This is the Jade Light Wine from the current restaurant. It's incomparably pure and mellow. Last time, my shopkeeper opened a jar of it. The After hearing it, the dogs in the restaurant couldn't understand the smell of meat in three months. The last two jars were Gaoyang Restaurant's Liuxia Wine and Qingfeng Wine. After drinking it, I'm sure you' ll be able to feel immortal and forget about Shu."

Wen Ying looked at the wine on the shelf and listened to the waiter's introduction. His introduction was quite interesting, but the use of a few idioms was truly not flattering. As for his own heart, he naturally felt that it was also good. There was no need to talk about the taste first. Whether or not it really was as exaggerated as he said. Just looking at the various wine bottles that were filled with wine was already pleasing to the eye.

However, she still did not know what was necessary to buy it.

"What is the current price of that Mei Shou Wine?"

The third son of Mo's family walked to the middle of the shelf, looked at the blue-and-white ribbon gourd bottle, and asked.

When the waiter saw that the customer really wanted to buy it, he didn' t waste his breath and immediately laughed like a flower:

"Aiyo, why don' t you say that a guest knows what to do? This Feng Le House's Mei Shou Wine is also sold very well in the capital. If it wasn' t for the fact that my shopkeeper has a small entrance in the capital, he wouldn' t have been able to snatch it." The smile suddenly became mysterious." However, there's naturally a high price for this good wine. Even the Fengle House in the Capital has already been raised to a bottle of money. You don' t seem to be stingy, so I decided to take the lead and sell it to you. "What do you think?"

Wen Ying didn't really understand what the waiter said about the value of money and silver, but at some point, more and more people looked at them. They were all people who ate and drank in the hotel. If it wasn' t for a rare event, how could they invite everyone to watch? Thus, he realized that this was definitely a big deal.