Chapter 63: 61. Original Wish (3/5)

61. Original Wish (3/5)

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I wonder what brings you here so late?"

Chen An and Mo Lifang, who was outside, looked at each other through the door.

Mo Lifang lifted the casserole in her hand and said with a smile, "Alchemist Chen, I just made some sugar water at home. Thinking of how much you helped me the other day, I made a little extra to bring over for you to taste."

"Fellow Daoist Mo, is there someone with you?"

"Oh, right, let me introduce you, Alchemist Chen. This is Deacon Tang from the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Law Enforcement Hall. I'm sure you know him; he is my husband now."

Mo Lifang, outside the door, introduced him with a smile.

Seeing that Chen An seemed to show surprise, Deacon Tang at her side smiled honestly and explained:

"It's like this, Alchemist Chen. On my way to Green Willow Alley today, I saw Fang'er sitting on the ground, dejected and listless. Out of concern, I went up to ask, and learned that Fang'er's previous husband died on the battlefield, leaving her alone and helpless. I cannot bear to see a woman in such a pitiful state, so I married Fang'er and brought her home to take care of her."

Good grief, that sounds nice enough. If your reputation weren't already rotten to the core, looking at that honest face of yours, I might have actually been fooled by you...

Chen An complained inwardly, but on the surface, he pretended to be impressed and nodded, saying, "So that's how it is. Deacon Tang is truly kind; you are a model for us all."

"Not at all, not at all."

Deacon Tang waved his hand modestly.

Chen An smiled, then opened the courtyard gate with a creak, letting Mo Lifang and Deacon Tang enter.

He didn't want to open the door, but he had no choice.

The other party was a deacon of the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Law Enforcement Hall. If he left them out in the cold and offended them, he would likely be targeted in the future.

Besides, it was just a small wooden door; if they insisted on coming in, he wouldn't be able to stop them anyway.

"Alchemist Chen, I made mung bean sugar water. I don't know if it suits your taste."

After entering, Mo Lifang handed over the casserole, her smile very enthusiastic.

The moment he took the casserole, Chen An used a needle he carried with him to test it without them noticing. Finding no poison in the sugar water, he replied with a smile:

"It will certainly suit my taste. Fellow Daoist Mo is very thoughtful."

"Alchemist Chen, aren't you going to invite us in to sit for a while?"

Seeing Chen An standing still and seemingly having no intention of going inside, Mo Lifang couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Deacon Tang also said with a sheepish smile:

"Alchemist Chen, I forgot to drink water on my way here and am very thirsty now. Could I trouble you to get a bowl so I can pour some sugar water to quench my thirst?"

Drinking sugar water was a lie; wanting to enter the house to catch a glimpse of the beauty of Chen An's wives and concubines was the truth.

Chen An understood Deacon Tang's character and knew what he was thinking, but he did not refuse. Instead, he let things take their course and invited him in:

"My hospitality has been lacking. Come, come, Fellow Daoist Mo, Deacon Tang, please this way."

"Not at all, it is we who are disturbing Alchemist Chen."

Deacon Tang said with a face full of smiles.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the tea table in the hall and sat down to drink the sugar water.

They chatted while drinking.

During this time, Deacon Tang said that since Chen An had helped his Fang'er so much that day, he, as her husband, had to show his gratitude properly.

So he told Chen An that as a deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall, he was very familiar with a deacon in charge of the Logistics Department, and could tamper with the supply of medicinal pills, allowing Chen An to save at least half of his pills every month.

To avoid looking too deliberately kind, he also added that they would split the profits fifty-fifty afterward.

After finishing, he asked with a smile:

"Alchemist Chen, what do you think?"

"Deacon Tang, I am a rather timid person. I really dare not do such risky things. I am afraid I must waste your good intentions."

Chen An declined with a smile.

The widow surnamed Mo and Deacon Tang before him—one would kill her own child, the other coveted his wives and concubines all day long. Cooperating with these two was no different from walking into a tiger's den.

In this current special period, if an Alchemist dared to tamper with the supply of pills, once verified by the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Law Enforcement Hall, they would be dragged to the front lines that very day to serve as a Pill Slave, never to return home for the rest of their lives.

Chen An guessed that Deacon Tang mostly wanted to talk about cooperation on the surface, only to quickly distance himself later and use his status as a Law Enforcement Hall deacon to arrest him as a Pill Slave.

In this way, Deacon Tang would have made a contribution to the gang and could also seize the wives and concubines he coveted—truly killing two birds with one stone.

"By the way, Alchemist Chen, why not call your three wives and concubines out to drink some sugar water?"

Mo Lifang asked, somewhat puzzled.

The purpose of her visit was to let Deacon Tang see the beauty of Chen An's three wives and concubines, so as to completely pique his interest.

Chen An: "They are all asleep."

Mo Lifang: "Asleep so early?"

Chen An: "My wives and concubines were too exhausted today. After eating dinner and resting for a while, they all went to sleep."

Mo Lifang: "I see..."

Seeing that the time was about right, Chen An issued an order to leave, smiling apologetically:

"I'm sorry, you two. The Bamboo Leaf Gang requires me to deliver too many pills, and I still have to work overtime to refine them later. If you two have nothing else, why don't we chat another day?"

"Since that is the case, we won't disturb Alchemist Chen any further. We shall talk another day."

After saying this, Mo Lifang and Deacon Tang did not sit in the hall any longer; they stood up and left Chen An's home.

Once the two had walked out of the courtyard and were no longer in sight, Chen An told his wives and daughter, who were hiding in the room, that they could come out.

As soon as the wives and concubines came out, Song Huaying asked with a worried expression: "Husband, why did that Deacon Tang suddenly come to our house just now?"

Chen An did not hide it and stated his inner suspicions directly: "Most likely, that Deacon Tang has set his sights on the three of you."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the wives and concubines changed slightly.

They all knew that Deacon Tang had a penchant for women.

"Mother, I want to drink sugar water."

Chen Yuejian, in Song Huaying's arms, looked at the pot of mung bean sweet soup on the dining table and said in a milky voice.

Upon hearing this, Chen An immediately had Gu Xinyue pour out the mung bean sweet soup and throw away the clay pot as well, choosing to go to the kitchen himself to cook sweet soup for his daughter.

Soon, the sweet soup was ready.

The family of five sat together to taste it, their faces full of enjoyment.

Chen An's culinary skills were too high; they drank until they could not stop.

A moment after they finished drinking.

Song Huaying remembered Deacon Tang who had just come to the house, and could not help but reveal her worry again:

"Husband, if the three of us sisters are truly being targeted by that Deacon Tang, will there be trouble?"

The other party was a Deacon of the Bamboo Leaf Gang's Law Enforcement Hall, a powerhouse with a cultivation as high as the Qi Refining Ninth Layer; she was afraid her husband would not be able to withstand it.

Hearing this, Chen An reached out to pull her into his arms, stroking her head with his hand to soothe her:

"Ying, don't worry too much. Both I and your sister Wen have cultivation as high as the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, so there is no need to fear that Deacon Tang."

"Mm, Ying believes in Husband."

Song Huaying nestled in Chen An's arms, listening to the heartbeat coming from above, feeling very at ease.

Gu Xinyue, who was to the side, saw this and also said with a worried face: "Husband, Yue is also very worried..."

Chen An understood what this icy little concubine meant, so he reached out and pulled her into his arms as well to soothe her: "It's fine, you won't be worried after a hug."

Wen Zhiyun, on the other side, saw this and also wanted to be hugged, but her proud and aloof personality did not allow her to take the initiative to speak, so she just stared at Chen An without a word, hinting wildly.

Chen An noticed her hint and suddenly felt a bit between laughter and tears; he could only reach out and pull her into his arms to hold her as well.

"Daddy, I want a hug too!"

Young Chen Yuejian saw that her three mothers were all nestled in her father's arms, and could not help but run over to ask for a hug.

Chen An made some room for his daughter and pulled her into his arms as well.

Holding four people at once, the scene was very heartwarming.

【Affection from wives, concubines, and daughter +2+3+1+5+4+3+3+1+5...】

On the other side.

On a towering tree several hundred meters away from Chen An's house.

Deacon Tang stood with Mo Lifang on a thick and sturdy branch, holding a Thousand Mile Mirror to spy on everything in Chen An's house.

"Beautiful, so beautiful, these three wives and concubines of Alchemist Chen are truly too beautiful!"

"Fang'er, hurry and think of another way; this husband can no longer wait to favor those three beauties!"

"By tomorrow night at the latest, this husband is going to get them all into bed!"

While spying on the heartwarming scene of Chen An holding his three wives and concubines in the hall, Deacon Tang urged Mo Lifang beside him with an excited and impatient face.

Seeing Deacon Tang's lecherous appearance, Mo Lifang felt increasingly disgusted in her heart.

But now that she was living under someone else's roof, she could only choose to endure it silently.

After thinking for a moment.

Mo Lifang thought of an idea and immediately leaned into Deacon Tang's ear to whisper it to him.

Deacon Tang's eyes lit up after hearing it; he pulled Mo Lifang into his arms and said while kissing her pretty face: "Fang'er, you are truly too wise; this husband is truly fortunate to have married such a virtuous helper."

PS: Setting out the bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!