In the room burning with silver coal, Chu Wenjia held a beauty in his arms, laughing wildly and heartily.
Across from him, Chen Fang gave a lecherous smile, "Serving Mr Chu is what I should do. Shangyuan Gambling House has already been burned to ashes, destroying all evidence. Wei Heng committed suicide, leaving no witnesses. No matter what, they can't trace it back to Mr Chu."
Chu Wenjia drained the wine offered by the beauty and beckoned to Man Niang, "Man Niang, Wei Heng is dead. You're not sad, are you? After all, you were with him for several years."
Man Niang coquettishly threw herself into his arms, pushing the beauty aside, "What are you talking about, Mr Chu? In life, I'm your person; in death, I'm your ghost. Man Niang and the children wait for you every day. What is Wei Heng compared to Mr Chu?"
"Hahaha, sweet talk! Don't worry, Liu Yue can't bear children. Once the old man agrees, I'll bring the two sons back to the Chu Family."
"Then Man Niang will wait for that!"