AWB Chapter 122: Selling Pan Jinlian at the Start
Chapter 122: Selling Pan Jinlian at the Start
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Qingmo fell into a long silence.
At this moment, silence is the Cambridge of tonight.
Family members, does anyone understand? She actually transmigrated into Wu Dalang!
From the very beginning, she wanted to kill herself. "Jinlian, bring me the medicine. I'll drink it. I don't blame you. It's my fault for dying."
She was short, less than three feet tall, with a head smaller than a pot lid, a pointed head, bulging eyes, and pupils as big as copper bells. Her face was covered with pockmarks and pimples, resembling a mung bean among sesame seeds, which triggered her trypophobia.
His skin was as black as the bottom of a pot, rough like an old woman's foot skin, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with short arms and legs—he was a real tough guy.
Help! Who is this man in love with?
It's you, it's you, the netizens who said Jinlian was a bad woman!!!
It would be an injustice if Jinlian were not killed. I was young and did not know Jinlian's suffering. Today, seeing her, I am filled with murderous intent.
Who could stand that? You turn over in your sleep and find a dark, ugly thing sleeping next to you.
Enough said. The moment Qingmo looked in the mirror, she had murderous thoughts ninety-nine times. She was afraid she would ejaculate once more, so she left it for Jinlian.
Dalang is really insensible. Why does he need Jinlian to feed him medicine? He should have taken the medicine himself.
Medicine, medicine, medicine! Check it out! Feed it now! Feed it now! Feed it now!
Jinlian was so kind; she endured so long before feeding him the medicine. If Qingmo were Jinlian, she would never have let Wu Dalang live even a second longer.
I'll cut him cleanly and decisively. Hesitating even for a second is disrespectful to myself. I won't give him the medicine either, for fear he'll get agitated.
One can only say that questioning Pan Jinlian, understanding Pan Jinlian, and ultimately becoming Pan Jinlian are all ways to go.
What wrong could Jinlian have done? She was simply in love with a handsome young man.
Let's put it this way: it's easy for everyone to talk when they're not in our shoes. Whether someone is ugly or not is none of our business, but put yourself in their shoes—that's your husband.
OMG, the sky has fallen!!! What kind of human suffering is this?!
Now, Qingmo herself is the source of human suffering. Although she has murderous thoughts about herself a thousand times, she still has to do the mission. What can she do? She is also desperate.
Put away the full-length mirror; you can't see anything at all. I'm afraid if I look any more, Dalang will get arrogant.
Just as Qingmo was lost in thought, Pan Jinlian's sweet voice came from outside the door: "Big brother, it's time to eat."
Qingmo took a deep breath, opened the door, and saw a woman standing outside.
Her eyebrows, like newly sprouted willows, carried a hint of melancholy, as if after a tranquil rain; her face, like peach blossoms in March, held a hidden allure and moonlit sentiment. Her slender waist swayed gracefully, her gait light and airy, her eyes like pools of water, seemingly brimming with affection.
She is indeed an unparalleled beauty.
Qingmo forced a smile and said, "My wife, you've worked hard."
At the dinner table, Qingmo watched Pan Jinlian bustling around and couldn't help but ask, "Wife, have you ever disliked the way your husband looks?"
Pan Jinlian was slightly taken aback, then covered her mouth and laughed, "Husband, what are you saying? Now that I have married you, I am your wife. How can you say I dislike you?"
Qingmo thought to herself, "Jinlian, you're not being honest. If you didn't mind, would you have fed the medicine to Dalang?"
"Husband, didn't you say you weren't feeling well today? So don't go out to sell pancakes today, just stay home and rest." After saying this, Pan Jinlian smiled slightly, which was absolutely captivating. Luckily, Qingmo was a woman, otherwise, who could resist her charm?
"Yes, I'll do as my wife says."
Qingmo said: Huh? Selling steamed buns? I wasn't planning on going. Can't I just not sell them?
Pan Jinlian was truly beautiful and gentle; it was a real waste to have her paired with such a scoundrel.
So Qingmo finished his meal, put down his bowl, and said, "Wife, let's put the pancake seller aside for now. I've been thinking about something lately."
Pan Jinlian looked puzzled.
Qingmo continued, "My wife is so beautiful and charming. It is already a disservice for her to marry me. I want to write a letter of divorce and give my wife her freedom."
Pan Jinlian's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Wu Dalang to say such a thing.
She naturally looked down on Wu Dalang, but if he divorced her, she didn't know where she would go.
Pan Jinlian knelt down with a thud and cried, "Brother, please don't send me away. Although you are ugly, you treat me very well. I am willing to serve you forever."
Qingmo was stunned for a moment. This Pan Jinlian was quite an extraordinary woman. She could even eat while looking at that face.
She hasn't met Wu Song yet, nor has she encountered Ximen Qing. Wu Dalang has been quite polite to her and has never forced her. With nowhere else to go, it's reasonable that she doesn't want to leave at this time.
Sister, this is asking you to leave. If you don't leave, are you trying to poison me to death?
Qingmo quickly helped Pan Jinlian up, saying, "My lady, please get up and let's talk."
But in her heart she was thinking, since she was unwilling to divorce him, why not just sell her to Ximen Qing? It would be a good thing, and she would also get some money. It would not give Wang Po, the middleman, a chance to make a profit. Nice.
Qingmo went out that day and deliberately ran into Ximen Qing.
To be fair, Ximen Qing was indeed quite handsome, with an oval face that made it difficult to tell whether he was male or female, and he was a good match for Pan Jinlian.
His taste is just a bit off. He's wearing a pink robe, a jade crown with red flowers, and a folding fan in his hand, thinking he's dashing and debonair. This outfit is really an eyesore.
Ximen Qing was startled when he saw Qingmo, then his expression turned disdainful. "You little dwarf, what are you doing blocking my way? You dare to glare at me? Are you looking for a beating?"
Qingmo: ...Brother, she's just glaring at you. Who glared at you? My native language is speechless.
Just as Ximen Qing was about to lash out, Qingmo quickly said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I am Wu Dalang, Master Ximen. I have something to discuss with you."
Hearing this, Ximen Qing smiled disdainfully. He didn't know such a nobody. He lowered his head and said to Qingmo, "Oh? I don't know you. What do you want with me? If you can't give me a straight answer today, don't blame me for beating you up."
Qingmo looked up at him, thinking, "Damn it, this shorty is so frustrating." "I've heard that Master Ximen has a fondness for beautiful women, so I'm planning to sell my wife to him. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Ximen Qing burst into laughter. "Hahaha, you ugly freak, you actually want to sell your wife to me? Have you gone mad? With your appearance, it's not hard to imagine how ugly your wife must be. Are you trying to make fun of me?"
Qingmo said without changing her expression, "I would never dare to tease you, sir. I am serious. My wife is different from me. She is as beautiful as an angel and has never shared a room with me. As long as you can afford the price, she will be yours."
Upon hearing this, Ximen Qing squinted at Qingmo, wondering what this shorty was up to. "Alright, if that young lady is truly as beautiful as you say, the price is negotiable."
"Alright, come with me." Qingmo walked ahead, leading Ximen Qing towards the house.
The two did not speak along the way. Ximen Qing was disdainful, and Qingmo did not want to talk. It was too much trouble; she had to look up at others to talk, which was exhausting.
You can't just stand there and talk to someone else, that would be even more awkward.