The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife - Chapter 131
131 Xie Heng’s Secret
Zhao Chuchu raised her eyebrows.
Xie Heng swiftly approached her. His warm breath swept past her ear like a feather gently brushing as he whispered, “Actually, I am the same as you.”
These seven words hit Zhao Chuchu like a heavy sledgehammer.
Her mood instantly improved.
!!
She had found the answer for the thing she had noticed was off from time to time.
Zhao Chuchu suddenly looked at Xie Heng.
Xie Heng’s gaze was calm and steady as he allowed her to probe him.
The two of them were standing very close to each other. They could even clearly see the fine hairs on each other’s faces.
She asked, “You did not stop Li Jiang and the others from setting fire to you because you knew it was going to rain heavily later?”
“Yes.”
She continued asking, “You knew that I was not your original wife because she was originally going to die?”
“Yes.”
“Then, why did you pretend to be blind?”
“To avoid unnecessary trouble.”
Xie Heng’s honesty made Zhao Chuchu draw in a breath of cold air.
She interrogated, “So you have been watching me make a fool of myself all this while?”
He replied, “No. I have not hidden the fact that I knew about your identity from the very beginning.”
Zhao Chuchu did not know how to respond.
After thinking about it, it was indeed, as he said.
However, Xie Heng had exposed her identity with the intention of testing her.
Xie Heng was a person who had been reborn!
She initially believed that only Zhao Zhizhi had been reborn. She never imagined that another reborn person had been hiding around her all this while.
She honestly had not noticed that Xie Heng was also not ordinary.
It might be because Zhao Zhizhi had come out to kill her, causing her to shift all her attention to the former. Hence, she had never suspected Xie Heng before.
After all, it was a matter of life and death back then, but Xie Heng had not done anything. No one would have guessed that he would be so calm because he was certain that heavy rain would stop Li Jiang and the others from setting fire to him.
“Then, why are you willing to tell me now?”
“To instill trust.”
Zhao Chuchu questioned, “You are the same as Zhao Zhizhi. Is she so anxious to kill me off because she knows you will bring her riches in the future?”
Xie Heng smiled and said, “If you want my riches, I can give them to you right now.”
Zhao Chuchu was shocked.
She was speechless.
Did this youth know what he was saying?
Xie Heng revealed, “There is a secret room under the bookshelf in my room. If you lack funds or want to buy accessories, you can go down there to take some money.”
“If you are so rich, why were you unwilling to let Junjun eat?”
“It wasn’t that I was unwilling…”
After Xie Heng said this, he fell silent for a moment.
Then, he continued, “It was because I did not dare to do so. He has never lived past the age of 22.”
A tinge of pain flashed past in Xie Heng’s eyes.
Zhao Chuchu gave him a deep look.
“Then, how was the plague quelled in your previous life?”
“Many people died, but the plague disappeared gradually over time.”
This was due to herd immunity. Those with weaker constitutions were eliminated, and only those who could survive the flu this time would live on!
“What happened to you after that?” asked Zhao Chuchu curiously. “Did you become emperor or…”
“My identity is what you see now. I am not hiding anything. I am not a leftover pearl of some royal family.”
Zhao Chuchu understood.
Xie Heng’s identity was not a secret.
The one with the secret was Xie Jun.
The answer was already obvious. She did not pursue the matter further.
Xie Heng promised, “You already know my secret, so you do not need to worry about your secret getting out.”
“Will you keep my secret?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Good things should happen to good people.”
When Zhao Chuchu heard this, she could not help but laugh.
“Good things should happen to good people?”
“Hmm.”
She teased, “Alright, then I’ll be a good person! However, Da Lang, your dish is burnt.”
Xie Heng came to his senses. He discovered that the kitchen was already filled with the smell of burnt food.
He was speechless.
This dish was naturally inedible.
He could only start making a new dish.
Zhao Chuchu could not hold back her laughter. She said, “Da Lang, this is the first time I saw you act so pathetic.”
“Oh, I have been even more pathetic before. However, you will probably never see it,” replied Xie Heng calmly.
Something might change because they knew each other’s greatest secret. However, both of them had yet to notice it.
Xie Jun rubbed his stomach as he emerged from inside the house. He said, “Bro, Sis, I know a couple needs time to deepen their relationship, but I am hungry. Can you wait until after dinner to act all lovey-dovey? I have watched both of you going on and on for quite some time now.”
Zhao Chuchu blushed as she said, “Your brother had a misfire today. He burnt the dish. Let us mock him together!”
“Sis, why don’t you step out, and I will take care of the fire. When my brother is with you, he forgets how to cook,” said Xie Jun as he pouted.
Xie Heng had no counter.
Zhao Chuchu cleared her throat and said awkwardly, “Anyone can make mistakes. Moreover, your brother recovered his sight, so it is normal for his vision to be blurry occasionally.”
“Sis, you spoke up for my brother!” exclaimed Xie Jun in astonishment.
Upon hearing this, Xie Heng secretly looked at Zhao Chuchu.
Zhao Chuchu raised her eyebrows and retorted, “What about it? Can’t I do so?”
Xie Jun replied, “You can. Hehe, will I become an uncle soon?”
For a moment, Zhao Chuchu did not know how to respond.
“If you continue standing there, you will soon not have anything left to eat,” said Xie Heng as he looked at Xie Jun with a cold look.
Xie Jun did not respond.
He quickly ran out in case he would not have anything to eat.
Seeing this, Zhao Chuchu said, “He is still a kid. He means no harm.”
Xie Heng looked at her and asked, “Aren’t you afraid that others will misunderstand?”
“What is there to misunderstand? Even if we say nothing, others will believe whatever they want to. Since I cannot control how others think, why do I need to bother?”
Zhao Chuchu did not mind at all.
After all, she and Xie Heng were officially husband and wife.
Even if they revealed that they had yet to consummate their marriage, who would believe them?
Aside from Xie Jun, no one knew both of them had been sleeping separately.
After their meal, Zhao Chuchu followed Xie Heng to his room.
This was the first time Zhao Chuchu had stepped foot into this place.
Xie Heng’s room was spotless. It was partitioned into two sections. The inner part was his bedroom, while the outer part served as his study.
Two walls of his study were lined with bookshelves stacked with books. These books had worn spines. At a glance, it was apparent that they were frequently read.
Xie Heng told Zhao Chuchu about the entrance to the secret room.
She asked, “Aren’t you afraid I will take all your money and run off with it?”
“You won’t do that.”
Xie Heng was very certain.
Aside from that one time, he had never misjudged a person again.
If Zhao Chuchu were indeed such a person, she would have long fled.
A person like her could not be contained with persuasion or force.
“You sure are confident,” said Zhao Chuchu as she sat before a bookcase. “May I flip through these?”
She gestured at the books on the bookcase.
“Do as you please.”
Zhao Chuchu took up a book. It was a book that Xie Heng was working on copying.
Xie Heng’s handwriting made Zhao Chuchu gasp involuntarily. She exclaimed, “Your strokes are fluid, dynamic, and solid. Da Lang, your handwriting is really beautiful.”
Xie Heng could not help but feel somewhat awkward about being praised by Zhao Chuchu. He humbly brushed it off, saying, “They are just some scribbles I made.”
“You had better not say such things. Those who act ignorant will be struck by lightning,” said Zhao Chuchu as she rolled her eyes at him. “Back in my hometown, you would definitely be a calligraphy master. Your handwriting could be sold for a high price!”
“I will not sell my handwriting,” declared Xie Heng. His pride forbade him from turning his handwriting into a product to sell.
“100 years after you die, how would you know how your writings are handled?”
“That is after I die. Right now, while I am still alive, I will handle it.”
“Why don’t you write a few pieces for me?”
Zhao Chuchu was itching to get her hands on some copies of Xie Heng’s work. His handwriting was really beautiful.
