My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 295 I'm just fooling around, who told you not to tell me

Zhao Jinghua chuckled after hearing this and kissed Wan Sutong on the forehead. "Madam, it's getting late. You should rest."

Wan Sutong shook her head, turned sideways and hugged Zhao Jinghua's waist, saying coquettishly, "No, no, I haven't finished watching it yet. I don't want to suddenly jump to the scene before Zhao Jinyao's death, otherwise it will be boring." At this point, Wan Sutong's eyes rolled around, "Unless..."

Zhao Jinghua touched Wan Sutong's head lovingly and helplessly. "Unless what?"

Wan Sutong giggled and buried her face in Zhao Jinghua's chest. "Unless you tell me in person what you were like in the past! Is it really the same as what my brother said?"

Zhao Jinghua said nothing but leaned over and kissed Wan Sutong's soft lips. After a long time, he stroked Wan Sutong's lips with his thumb, then chuckled, "Madam, please continue watching. I will rest first." After saying that, while Wan Sutong was still not back to her senses, he took away Wan Sutong's hand on his waist and wanted to turn around and lie down.

Wan Sutong immediately came to her senses and hugged Zhao Jinghua's waist, then blew softly behind Zhao Jinghua's ear, "Jinghua~"

Zhao Jinghua's body stiffened but relaxed after a moment. Seeing that Zhao Jinghua was unmoved, Wan Sutong blew a breath of hot air again and whispered behind Zhao Jinghua's ear, "Husband~"

Seeing this scene, 0533's face turned red. She shyly covered her eyes with her hands and observed the two through her fingers.

Zhao Jinghua's Adam's apple rolled up and down at this time. He closed his eyes and tried his best to endure it. After a moment, he sighed softly and raised his hand to pat the back of Wan Sutong's hand. "Madam, it's getting late, go to bed."

Wan Sutong secretly gritted her teeth, and kissed Zhao Jinghua's neck lightly, while her right hand randomly groped around Zhao Jinghua's body. "Zhao Lang, just tell me. Didn't you say you wouldn't hide it from me anymore?"

Feeling Wan Sutong's movements, Zhao Jinghua suddenly opened his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed Wan Sutong's hand that was messing with him, then turned over and pressed Wan Sutong under him. He remained silent and just stared at Wan Sutong for a long time, with a dark look in his eyes.

Wan Sutong gradually grew afraid, but saw Zhao Jinghua just leaned over and breathed a breath of hot air into her ear. After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't mess around." His voice was full of lust, and Wan Sutong's heart beat like a drum.

Zhao Jinghua sat up slowly, and saw that Wan Sutong's face was as red as a ripe apple. Zhao Jinghua chuckled and raised his hand to caress her cheek lovingly.

Wan Sutong came back to her senses and snorted angrily, then turned over and buried her face in the pillow. "I was just fooling around, who told you not to tell me?"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and then laughed twice. While speaking, he raised his hand and gently stroked Wan Sutong's back. "Don't be angry, don't be angry. I will tell the wife."

Upon hearing this, Wan Sutong quickly turned around and sat up with a somersault. "Really? Then tell me!"

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and hugged Wan Sutong in his arms, and put his chin on Wan Sutong's head. "It's not that I didn't like to talk, but I worried too much." 0533 also sat on the couch and waited for Zhao Jinghua to speak again.

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and hugged Wan Sutong tighter when he saw this. "I can hear what other people are thinking, so I pay more attention to my words and actions, fearing that others may be dissatisfied with me. Therefore, I will think about it ten or even a hundred times before I speak."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong frowned and looked up at Zhao Jinghua. "How tiring it must be! Have you been like this since childhood? How did you become like this?"

Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyelids to hide the depressed mood in his eyes. "I didn't act like this before I was fourteen. It was just because I passed by a village and saw boys of my age chasing and playing. But when I passed by them with my father, I heard their voices. They looked at my father and sighed in their hearts, saying that this was the great general that the gentleman mentioned. But when they set their eyes on me, doubts arose in their hearts. Can women also go to war?"

At this point, Zhao Jinghua laughed at himself and said, "I looked down at myself and didn't take it seriously. But I don't know when this sentence took root in my heart. Since then, I have gradually become puzzled. Do I really look like a woman? I dare not ask others for fear that they are hypocritical and afraid that the answer I get will still be the same."

0533 After hearing this, he looked at Zhao Jinghua with a worried look on his face. "What happened next?"

Zhao Jinghua looked out the window with a smile on his face. "Day after day, year after year, I became taciturn. Before doing something, I would guess all the possible results. I didn't like... or dared not talk to others."

Wan Sutong nodded after thinking about it. "Oh, I understand. It's like there's a bowl of noodles in front of us. When I look inside, I see a layer of red chili oil. If it were me, I would pick up the bowl and eat without any hesitation. But you have to stand in front of the bowl and think, can I eat this spicy food? Will the chili oil splash onto my clothes? If it splashes onto my clothes, how can I clean it? What if I get spicy and don't have water? What if I have water but it's not enough? Then by the time you've thought it through, the noodles will all clum up!"

0533 raised his hand to support his forehead after hearing this, and shook his head helplessly, "Host, you are really a foodie. You use food to make metaphors."

Wan Sutong smiled a little embarrassedly, then looked at Zhao Jinghua, "And then?"

Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I thought that my appearance could not be changed, so I wanted to be a general who was invincible in the world. With this idea in mind, I studied classics, learned strategies, and woke up at dawn and went to bed at midnight..."

Wan Sutong raised her hand and interrupted Zhao Jinghua. "Wait a minute! Let me calculate." At this point, Wan Sutong began to count on her fingers. "Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai, my God! You only sleep for two hours a day, aren't you sleepy?"

Zhao Jinghua was amused by the sight of Wan Sutong counting the hours with her fingers, and nodded frankly, "Of course I'm sleepy, but I'll be awake after drinking a cup of strong tea."

Wan Sutong sighed helplessly, "When you met my brother, wasn't that when your inner friction was at its worst?"

Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyes and thought about Wan Sutong's words. Seeing this, 0533 sighed and explained, "My host meant that you paid more attention to what others were thinking at that time."

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and kissed Wan Sutong's ear. "Indeed, even after I defeated the enemy, I would keep thinking about whether there was anything wrong with my words or mistakes when I killed the enemy. Maybe they knew I could hear them, so they suppressed their thoughts."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong looked up at Zhao Jinghua with surprise and distress in her eyes. "What happened next? How did you change?"

"Later, I followed the instructions of my master during his retreat and cultivated myself. When there were no more chaotic voices around me, I gradually understood that I didn't need to care too much about what others thought. But I still wondered in my heart what kind of person I was in the eyes of others. It was not until I met Brother Song Yue and Shu Heng that I realized during the days I spent with them that I was overthinking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Sutong frowned and shook his head, "Do you still hate your parents? I remember you told me before you died that I should remember your teachings and not live for others. Why is that?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand to smooth Wan Sutong's frown. "Hate? Maybe."