Chapter 60

Linglang stepped forward two steps and said solemnly, "This is the property passed down in my Su family, and it has nothing to do with the Fan family. Today, Fan Yishang has brought a group of ruffians from Baling Hall to our door. I hope the magistrate will stand up for us and Heshengquan!"

Headman Huang nodded and said, "Mr. Su, you don't need to worry." He then turned to Fan Yishang and asked coldly, "Second Young Master, what did you mean by your words just now? As everyone knows, Heshengquan was built up by the old Mr. Su. Now that the old Mr. Su is gone and the new Mr. Su has taken over, Heshengquan naturally belongs to the Su family!"

Fan Yishang, however, smiled calmly and said, "Headman Huang, what you said is true, but it is also well-known in Qingliu City that Su Linglang is my Fan family's daughter-in-law!"

Chuhan remained calm in the crowd, his eyes slightly narrowed. Since the constables came in, he had been staring at Fan Yishang, but Fan Yishang's reaction was unexpected. Fan Yishang seemed too calm, as if he had been prepared all along, showing no fear of Headman Huang and the constables. When Su Linglang first arrived, Fan Yishang seemed somewhat flustered, but now that the constables were here, he appeared very calm. The stark contrast in his behavior made Chuhan keenly sense that there might be something fishy going on.

Headman Huang nodded slightly at Fan Yishang's words and said, "That's true. The new Mr. Su is indeed the wife of the eldest son of the Fan family..."

"That's exactly it," Fan Yishang said with a smug look. "Headman Huang, a wife follows her husband. Since Su Linglang is my Fan family's daughter-in-law, her things naturally belong to my Fan family." He pointed to the open door of Heshengquan and said, "Shouldn't my Fan family have a share of what's inside?"

Headman Huang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at Su Linglang, saying, "Mr. Su, what Second Young Master said... is not entirely unreasonable..."

Linglang smiled coldly and said, "Magistrate, I don't want to argue today. Since you're here, I hope you will drive these ruffians out of Heshengquan!"

"Su Linglang, you have no right to drive me away," Fan Yishang shouted. "Headman Huang, these are all my friends. Today, I just want to come and take some wine. I know that the people of Heshengquan are unreasonable, so if I came alone, they wouldn't agree. That's why I brought my friends to help. Headman Huang, you are in charge of the local security, but to be frank, today's dispute is a family matter of the Fan family. I don't think you want to interfere in our family affairs, do you?"

Headman Huang angrily said, "You have a lot of nerve...!" Then he sighed and said to Linglang, "Mr. Su, Second Young Master's words may be crude, but they are not without reason. The constabulary is responsible for maintaining local peace, but... well, today is indeed your family matter, and I... really shouldn't interfere!"

Linglang's face under the black veil remained calm, her beautiful eyes flashing with a mocking look. She said coolly, "If you say so, Magistrate, I have nothing more to say!"

Headman Huang sighed, his face showing concern, and said, "Mr. Su, you are now the sole support of the Su family's business. It's truly admirable that a gentlewoman like you can manage such a large enterprise. Let me be bold and mediate this...!" He then turned to Fan Yishang and said coldly, "Second Young Master, although Mr. Su is your family's daughter-in-law, this business was left by the old Mr. Su. Your family shouldn't be too difficult. How much wine do you want to take?"

Fan Yishang laughed and said, "With Headman Huang here to mediate, I feel more confident. Headman Huang should know that Heshengquan produces more than six or seven thousand jars of wine each year, and it's available in the entire Yunshan Prefecture. I'm not being unreasonable or greedy. This time, I just want to take five hundred jars of Bamboo Clear wine. Headman Huang, is that... too much?"

Before Su Linglang or Headman Huang could speak, Old Su shouted, "No way. You make it sound easy, but five hundred jars of wine are the heart and soul of Heshengquan!"

"Old man, it's not your turn to speak here," Qingliu Old Four, who had been silent, now clenched his fist and shouted, "Headman Huang and Second Young Master are talking. What are you barking about, old dog?"

Old Su retorted angrily, "Heshengquan is the result of the old Mr. Su and Mr. Su's hard work. What right do you have to take five hundred jars of Bamboo Clear wine just like that? Buying grain, transportation, storage, brewing, and sealing... do you know how much blood, sweat, and capital are involved?"

Linglang said coolly, "Old Su, there's no need to say so much to them."

Headman Huang looked at Fan Yishang coldly and said, "Second Young Master, I'll speak fairly. Heshengquan produces only two thousand jars of Bamboo Clear wine a year, which takes a lot of effort... Although Mr. Su is your family's daughter-in-law, isn't it too much to ask for five hundred jars? Five hundred jars... is a large number. Even I, the headman, think it's inappropriate!"

Linglang stood beside him, like a lily in the wind, slender and graceful, saying nothing, just watching coldly.

Seeing that Linglang didn't respond, Headman Huang felt a bit awkward but still forced a laugh and said, "Mr. Su, how about this: three hundred... three hundred and fifty jars. Second Young Master is the head of the Fan family, and you are the wife of the eldest son. If he takes three hundred and fifty jars of Bamboo Clear wine, it... it's reasonable!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the apprentices of Heshengquan became restless, whispering to each other. At first, they thought Headman Huang was helping Heshengquan, but the more they listened, the more they felt something was wrong. When these words came out, they suddenly realized that Headman Huang seemed to be helping Fan Yishang.

Linglang smiled faintly and said, "Headman Huang, since you said you shouldn't interfere in family matters, you might as well leave. We don't need your help here!"

Headman Huang's face darkened, and he said, "Mr. Su, what do you mean by that?"

Linglang said coolly, "Nothing, I think my words are clear enough!"

"Mr. Su, if that's the case, I won't interfere in this matter," Headman Huang said coldly. "I was trying to mediate, but Mr. Su...!" He said no more, turned, and walked out, followed by several constables.

As soon as Headman Huang left, the people from Baling Hall became more spirited and arrogant. Fan Yishang said haughtily, "Su Linglang, now that it's come to this, there's nothing more to say!" He then turned to Skinny Old Three and Qingliu Old Four and said, "Third Master, Fourth Master, let's go to the inner cellar. I know the entrance!"

Qingliu Old Four immediately waved his hand and said, "Brothers, let's go get the wine. Help Second Young Master, and we'll all have a good time tonight!"

He strode toward the main hall of Heshengquan. Seeing this, Old Su, without hesitation, rushed to the door and blocked it, shouting angrily, "Whoever wants to go in, step over me first!"

Several ruffians from Baling Hall stepped forward. The first one raised his hand and shouted, "Old man, get out of the way. If you don't move, I'll break your old bones!"

As he spoke, he reached out to push Old Su.

Linglang was both anxious and angry. It was clear that Headman Huang was colluding with Fan Yishang, and today's incident was a premeditated act, a staged performance.

Her eyes under the veil were already red, even with a hint of tears, but she stood firm. Seeing someone about to push Old Su, she shouted, "Stop!"

Almost at the same time, someone from Baling Hall shouted, "Be careful...!"

Everyone saw a chair fly like a stone toward the ruffian who was about to push Old Su. It was so fast, like a meteor. Before the word "careful" was fully out, the chair had already hit the ruffian's head with a loud "crack." The sturdy chair shattered, and the ruffian's head quickly bled. He looked dazed, his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground.

This sudden event shocked everyone. Both the people of Heshengquan and Baling Hall were stunned, unable to believe what they saw.

Soon, everyone looked in one direction. A person slowly walked out from the crowd of Heshengquan. Everyone knew that the chair was thrown by this person.

This person was dressed simply, with his hair tied back with a coarse rope. His skin was slightly dark, but his face had sharp features, exuding a sense of determination. At this moment, his face was cold.

This person, of course, was Chuhan.

Sometimes, impulsiveness is the devil, but often, there is a sense of righteousness in a man's blood, passed down from ancestors. Sometimes, one must act impulsively.

Planning everything before acting is a beautiful ideal, but human plans often fall short of divine will. There are too many uncertainties in life, but righteousness remains.

Chuhan had righteousness, so when a group of scoundrels were trampling on others, he acted calmly.

Linglang watched Chuhan walk out of the crowd, her body trembling. If her veil were lifted, everyone would be amazed to see the usually calm and composed Mr. Su with an expression of great surprise.

This expression was not just surprise; it contained so much more.

She suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth. For some reason, when she saw Chuhan walk out, tears involuntarily rolled down her cheeks.

She covered her mouth to stop herself from crying, but her body was trembling, and her heart, at that moment, felt as if it had flown from hell to heaven, like seeing a long-lost relative.

Chuhan, under everyone's gaze, slowly walked to Linglang, took out a simple but clean coarse silk handkerchief, and handed it to her with a smile as warm as the spring breeze. "Don't cry, there's no obstacle in the world that can't be overcome!"

His smile was like the spring breeze, capable of melting and warming everything!

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