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Chapter 145

Chang Yan pursed his lips, focusing all his attention on the number of brothers. The existence of the fourth brother was already weak. In addition, the brothers intentionally protected him. Even the door to return home was reopened separately on the east side of Hairpin Courtyard.

Of course, this also proved Third Master Wang\'s methods were quite ordinary. The investigation was not thorough. Compared to the momentum of plotting against the second room in the past, either his brain was kicked half by a donkey, or Wang Fufeng deliberately allowed this.

Chang Yan was more willing to believe it was the latter.

Further speculation, if Wang San\'s power was the same as before, he might be able to find out the relationship between Wen Zhiyun and them. Naturally, he could also infer that they had Wen\'s Clinic as a fallback.

Then others, such as He prefect, would surely know too.

It seemed they had to rent a house nearby for the fourth brother where he could store medicine and obscure the relationship between Wen\'s Clinic and Hairpin Courtyard.

These things seemed like a lot, but they had only flashed through his mind for a moment.

Chang Yan lowered his head, trembling just right, "I will obey the master\'s orders."

But his butt remained seated on the ground, never leaving, let alone kneeling down to kowtow.

Wang San reckoned he was frightened soft, stuffed a package of medicinal powder in his hand, recited a few more words in his ear, then strode away proudly.

When he was far away, Chang Yan still heard someone beside him ask, "Master, can this kid be reliable?"

"It\'s just a package of diaphoretic medicine. If he doesn\'t take it, there are other methods..." Wang San mumbled, his voice gradually fading away.

Chang Yan was watched by others as he climbed up, lowered his head and clutched the small medicine packet, all the way back to Hairpin Courtyard.

In fact, Wang San\'s plan was simple. In a few days, the Wang family would hold a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet. At that time, someone would bring a girl they had their eyes on over. The Wang family would pick out a suitable one and send her to Wang Fufeng.

It was known that Wang Fufeng stubbornly refused to marry, so they could only take advantage of the diaphoretic medicine, behead first and report later. Although it would damage the reputation of the girl\'s side, the Wang family would compensate the girl\'s family.

Oh, this was really a rotten idea.

Wang San was complacent about it, like a dog who stepped in shit and brought it home, only to find he didn\'t have to look for dinner. He was eager to make this happen, completely disregarding that he would offend a prestigious family.

Chang Yan snorted disdainfully and handed the diaphoretic medicine to Wen Zhiyun for routine inspection, while casually mentioning renting a separate small courtyard nearby for him.

"Fourth brother, it\'s already unsafe for us to live together. If we want Wen\'s Clinic to mind its own business, we still have to separate it out." The fifth younger brother said seriously.

Wen Zhiyun had just unpacked the small medicine packet when his eyes froze and he lost his voice, "No."

Everyone looked over.

"Little Four, what\'s wrong?" Xu Mo asked gently, "Is there a problem with the medicine?"

Wen Zhiyun wrinkled his little face, first nodding then shaking his head.

Everyone became nervous. Little Jiang Sheng was the first to run up to him, anxiously saying, "Fourth brother, this package can\'t be highly toxic medicine, right? You didn\'t inhale just now, did you? You won\'t have anything happen to you, right?"

When the little girl cared about people, her questions were always so dense.

Wen Zhiyun\'s tense body gradually relaxed. He folded up the small medicine packet and handed it back to Chang Yan, dejectedly saying in a low voice, "It\'s not poison, it\'s an intense aphrodisiac."

"......" Chang Yan\'s outstretched hand shook, almost throwing it out.

Using diaphoretic medicine to plot against his own son\'s marriage was already questionable itself. Who knew Wang San was even more vicious, he actually wanted Wang Fufeng dead!

Even for ordinary people, intense aphrodisiacs would make them weak for three to five days. For the congenitally deficient Wang Fufeng, there was a fifty percent chance that he would die in bed, and a fifty percent chance that his lifespan would be halved.

Xu Mo\'s expression drooped.

Chang Yan\'s face was also ugly.

Fortunately, they were wary early on. Fortunately, the Wang family was already under Wang Fufeng\'s control. Fortunately, they had Fourth Brother Wen.

The two brothers redirected their gazes back to Wen Zhiyun, but were surprised to find that Wen Zhiyun was leaning on Jiang Sheng\'s shoulder. His sister, not even nine years old, had pulled out her entire vocabulary to comfort him, "Fourth brother, don\'t be afraid, don\'t be afraid. Who bullied fourth brother? Jiang Sheng will hit him, hit his nose crooked so he can\'t smell fragrance, hit his mouth so he can\'t eat food, hit his hands so he can\'t pick up dishes."

Wen Zhiyun really wanted to cry.

But his sister\'s words did not allow it. He could only sniffle and softly say, "Actually, cutting out the tongue is the cleanest and most straightforward."

Jiang Sheng was dumbfounded.

Fourth brother, fourth brother, are you okay? Was this the simple, kind, weak, and rabbit-like fourth brother? How could he mention cutting out a tongue so lightly, as if it was just cutting off a hemorrhoid?

Fortunately, fourth brother had never really grown much. He was still half a head shorter than Jiang Sheng. The visual effect gradually transitioned from siblings to sister and brother.

Jiang Sheng comforted herself: A sister doesn\'t understand her little brother as much.

Only then did she barely recover from the shock of cutting out a tongue.

"Fourth brother, what do you feel bad about? Is it because of Eldest Brother Fufeng?" She asked crisply, "Don\'t worry, with Eldest Brother and Fifth Brother here, nothing will happen to Eldest Brother Fufeng."

Wen Zhiyun shook his head with red eyes.

"Not that, then what is it?" Jiang Sheng scratched her head.

This personality of fourth brother really troubled people. He was so stuffy and introverted that three poles couldn\'t pry a fart out of him. She could only ask step by step.

Fortunately, Wen Zhiyun was candid with his family. He never lied or concealed things.

He was introverted by nature and very sensitive. He would not take the initiative to tell his troubles, but as long as you asked carefully, he would confess everything.

"I... I don\'t want to move out. I don\'t want to leave you guys." Wen Zhiyun\'s eyes turned red, and fine tears enveloped his eyeballs.

So that was why!

Chang Yan walked over with a smile and gently patted fourth brother\'s little shoulder, "Not moving out, just letting you be the warehouse. We\'ll open another door in the back and still live in Hairpin Courtyard."

In the eyes of outsiders, Wen Zhiyun would be living alone, having no relationship with them.

"Really?" Wen Zhiyun was startled, and the crystal clear tears slid down his cheeks, accentuating his slender and delicate appearance.

"Really." Chang Yan nodded back at him.

The gloom in Wen Zhiyun\'s heart dispersed. He raised his head from Jiang Sheng\'s shoulder and suddenly felt extremely embarrassed when he saw the dark, tear-stained spot.

How could he have felt that the brothers and sister didn\'t want him anymore? They were siblings who had said they were a close-knit family who would never separate.

The next day, Chang Yan began inquiring whether two nearby courtyards could be rented.

But time really was too tight.

Because the Wang family\'s flower appreciation banquet was coming right up, and they still hadn\'t selected a "sister-in-law" candidate.