As expected, Wen Shijue's body stiffened, and after a while he climbed up from Xiaodie's side, fumbled to light a cigar, and leaned against the head of the bed.
Under the light, his face was cloudy, full of mood and anger.
Xiaodie quickly hugged the quilt and leaned over, begging for peace and saying: "Okay, just pretend that I didn't say it! I just won't go see him!"
Seeing that he still didn't speak, Xiaodie simply got into his arms, rested her head on his chest, and said in a docile and obedient manner: "Don't be angry!"
Wen Shijue combed her hair with one hand and held a cigar in the other. His two thick black brows were always locked together. He sighed and said, "I'm not angry!"
"Then why are you ignoring people?" Xiaodie took the cigar from Wen Shijue's hand, put it to her nose, smelled it, and then placed it between Wen Shijue's lips.
"I'm worried about Shen Yifan. Now the Shen family is leaderless, and all the forces below are ready to take his place... I'm very worried that Shen Yifan can't handle it alone..." Wen Shijue's worry, accompanied by the curling smoke, slowly spit out.
"Can we help him... wouldn't you mind helping him?" Xiaodie asked, looking very conflicted.
"The friendship between the Wen family and the Shen family has lasted for generations. Of course I don't want to see the Shen family be swallowed up like this... But you also know that the Wen family has not been involved in Taoist affairs for many years! I'm afraid I am powerless now. …Besides, now that I have you by my side, I don’t want to offend those desperadoes!” Wen Shijue looked very embarrassed.
This is indeed a difficult question!
The biggest tragedy of the Shen family is that Tong Sheng has a lot of real power, almost completely overshadowing Shen Yifan. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Shen Yifan is Tong Sheng's shadow.
And if Tong Sheng dies, especially in the hands of Shen Yifan, who among the brothers in the Shen family will obey Shen Yifan?
It would be a mercy not to take the opportunity to get rid of him!
When Wen Shijue came back to his senses, he happened to see Xiaodie put the cigar between his lips, imitating his example, and took a deep breath with an intoxicated and greedy expression. By the time Wen Shijue wanted to snatch it away, it was already too late.
Xiaodie was choked and coughed violently, her face turned red with a tight cough, and she curled up in Wen Shijue's arms, coughing so hard that the sky and the earth turned pale.
"Why are you smoking a cigar when you have nothing to do?" Wen Shijue complained, then he quickly put Xiaodie on his back and jumped out of bed to get her warm water.
Xiaodie coughed until tears came to her eyes, and she looked extremely pitiful as she threw herself there.
When Xiaodie calmed down, she saw Wen Shijue's cold face: "Why do you smoke?"
"I see you enjoy smoking it, so I want to give it a try, and I quite like the taste!" Xiaodie defended her behavior.
Wen Shijue frowned with a cold face, stubbed out the cigar in Xiaodie's hand, and threw it on the ground. For some reason, seeing Xiaodie's appearance made him angry.
"Don't smoke anymore!" Wen Shijue said.
Xiaodie nodded honestly and said meekly: "Well, don't worry! I will never touch this thing again! It's really annoying!"
Xiaodie still feels frightened when she thinks of that feeling of almost suffocating.
"You're not allowed to touch it! I won't touch it either!" Wen Shijue said, helped Xiaodie up from the bed, and said, "Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Why? You? Want to quit it?" Xiaodie asked in disbelief.