She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

On the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, a low-key carriage drove out from the back door of Shenjiazhuang. Shen Weicang was still lying in the carriage with his eyes closed.

A carriage is not as comfortable as a soft bed. She grumbled in dissatisfaction: "I begged my parents to let me go out and play earlier, but they refused no matter what I said. Now they are urging me to go before daybreak."

Shen Zheng held her in his arms, trying his best to make her lean on him more comfortably, and whispered to her: "Sister, just lean on me and sleep."

Wen Guihan sat on the other side, looking depressed.

Cang Cang seemed to be angry with him these two days, but he didn't know why she was angry.

He reached out to tuck in the blanket for Shen Weicang and rubbed her cheek gently with his fingers.

Shen Zheng immediately glared at him, as if he wanted to torture him to death with his eyes.

Shen Weicang had fallen asleep again. He didn't dare to make any big movements and could only stare at Wen Guihan.

Wen Guihan didn't take him seriously either. He was a little confused as to why Shen Pingjiang didn't send his own son away at such a critical moment, but instead sent Shen Zheng away.

Moreover, Shen Qiong specifically told him to protect Shen Zheng.

Could it be that Shen Zheng is the son of an old friend of Shen Pingjiang?

Apart from this, Wen Guihan really couldn't think of anything else that would make the Shen family value Shen Zheng, their adopted son, so much.

Although the weather was still cold during the past two days, it had not rained or snowed, so the road was much easier to walk on. When the sky was completely bright, the carriage had already traveled more than ten miles out of Qingzhou.

"Where are you taking us?"

Shen Zheng asked Wen Guihan in a cold and hard tone, with a vigilant look on his face.

In fact, he was not afraid of death. If Su Zhao wanted to attack Shenjiazhuang, he would be willing to stand by his parents and brothers, even if they would die together.

Maybe because he was with Cang Cang, Shen Zheng refused once, but selfishness got the better of him and he didn't refuse again.

He felt guilty towards his parents and brothers, but at the same time he was somewhat humbled and grateful that he could still depend on Cang Cang.

His mood was extremely complicated along the way. He must protect Cang Cang, even though he had some doubts about Wen Guihan.

"Of course we should go to Wenjian Villa," Wen Guihan said calmly, "Otherwise, is there any place safer than there?"

Shen Zheng snorted disdainfully: "If you have bad intentions, what place is more dangerous than Wenjian Villa?"

Wen Guihan was too lazy to pay attention to him: "You have the ability to be suspicious. You can be more suspicious of outsiders along the way. You are of some use."

"You are an outsider," Shen Zheng replied immediately, "After all, Cang Cang and I both have the surname Shen, and you are the only outsider."

Wen Guihan glanced at him and said, "You also know that both of you have the surname Shen."

The two looked at each other and looked away in disgust.

Near noon, Shen Weicang finally woke up. She opened her eyes and moved her arms. Shen Zheng immediately asked with concern: "Cangcang, are you awake? Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Shen Weicang lazily got up from his arms, her body still a little limp. She reached out to pull the curtain: "Where are we?"

Wen Guihan squeezed her hand and said, "It's cold outside. Cangcang, you just woke up. Don't let the cold air in. Otherwise, you'll get sick easily."

Shen Weicang snorted and shook off his hand: "You are just like my parents, controlling people."

Shen Zheng helped her tidy up her messy long hair and said, "We are about to enter Yucheng. Are you hungry, Cangcang? If you are hungry, let's eat something in the car first."

"I haven't even washed and dressed yet, what are you going to eat?" Shen Weicang said unhappily, "You only know how to eat."

"I think you want to eat something, but you are not allowed to eat until I get it."

Shen Zheng laughed, but said weakly: "Sister, I understand."

Wen Guihan felt a chill all over his body and glanced at him with disdain.

He set the small table in place, poured some water from the kettle, soaked the handkerchief and prepared to wipe Shen Weicang's face: "Keep it warm with the charcoal fire, the water is just right, neither too hot nor too cold."

Shen Weicang took the handkerchief and wiped her face carefully in front of the mirror. After washing, she began to put on her makeup. This time she was in a dilemma because she didn't know how to do it.

She raised her hand and fiddled with her hair for a long time, but the bun was still loose and out of shape. She suddenly got angry and threw a hairpin away.

"They didn't let me take Yudie and Yuying with me when I went out to play," she complained, "My parents must have done it on purpose, just to make me suffer outside and never want to go out to play again."

Shen Zheng heard that she was about to cry with anger, and his heart ached. He hurriedly came forward to hug her: "Don't worry, Cangcang, I will comb your hair for you."

He picked up the comb and gently combed her hair, and Shen Weicang's emotions were quickly calmed down by him.

Wen Guihan was jealous, but he couldn't stop Shen Zheng from combing Cangcang's hair just because he was jealous, after all, he didn't know how to do it.

"You're quite beautiful." Shen Weicang's anger came and went quickly. After her hair was combed, she immediately smiled.

Wen Guihan held a mirror for her to look at. Seeing her tilting her head and appreciating her own cute appearance with curved eyebrows, his heart softened.

She stretched out her hand and twisted a few thin ribbons: "I didn't expect that I could be so beautiful without a hairpin. Shen Zheng, how do you know how to comb hair? Have you combed hair for anyone before?"

Shen Weicang thought about it and she couldn't remember which girl Shen Zheng was close to, and he didn't have any maid by his side, so how could he comb his hair? It was really strange.

Shen Zheng's hand gently stroked her hair, and with his other hand he pinched the hairband hanging from her hair. He looked at the girl in the mirror and explained softly, "Sister, you forgot. This is what I practiced when I was a kid."

Shen Weicang remembered that when she was a child, she liked to play house for a while and used Shen Zheng as a maid.

Only then did she realize that Shen Zheng had also combed her hair into a little girl's bun, and she rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"You haven't tried some other hairstyles in all these years?"

Before Shen Zheng opened his mouth, Wen Guihan said, "Cangcang, from now on, I will be the one to help you comb your hair, so you don't have to learn it."

Shen Zheng looked at his hands with disdain: "You have such rough hands and feet, and you still want to help Cang Cang comb her hair? You should take a break. What if you hook her hair and hurt her?"

Wen Guihan smiled with a fake smile: "That's true. In that case, when the fifth brother comes to Wenjian Villa as a dowry, you can be Cangcang's hairdresser."

Shen Zheng: "The toad wants to eat the swan meat, and he wants my sister to marry into Wenjian Villa, without even considering whether she is worthy of him."

This was very much what Shen Weicang wanted. She rarely gave Shen Zheng a good look: "I am quite satisfied today. This is a reward for you."

She pointed at the hairpin that had been thrown away with her chin and said, "Use it to buy something to eat."

Shen Zheng was overjoyed and leaned out to pick up the hairpin, but Wen Guihan kicked it with his toes and the hairpin fell out of the carriage curtain.

"Wen Guihan," Shen Zheng looked at him coldly, "How dare you kick that Cang Cang thing!"

Wen Guihan said innocently: "The hairpin Cang Cang gave it to you, so it's yours. Besides, I didn't mean to do that, so why are you in such a hurry?"

Seeing that the two seemed to be about to fight again, Shen Weicang felt that his plan was feasible and used Wen Guihan to kill Shen Zheng.

As for whether Wen Guihan lied to her, she would have to wait and see.

If Wen Guihan really had something going on with Shen Yuwan, and she had openly broken off relations with Shen Yuwan, then Wen Guihan would also die.

Shen Zheng turned his gaze away, bent down, moved to the curtain, opened a crack, reached out to pick up the hairpin, wiped the dust off it like a treasure, and put it into his sleeve.

A young man in white riding a horse passed by the carriage, bringing up a gust of cold wind. Shen Zheng hurriedly put the curtains back in place.