She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Chapter 371 Kind and Weak Jianghu No. 1 Beauty 3

Shen Weicang nodded, with gratitude on his face: "Thank you, Master Wen. Master Wen is so kind-hearted, worthy of being a young knight."

Wen Guihan's face turned even redder, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He looked around and said, "Miss, you are too kind. I...my horse is still over there, I'll go get it."

The carriage of Shenjiazhuang started moving again. The snow was still falling outside. The curtains on the windows were torn. The cold wind kept blowing in. Shen Weicang frowned slightly.

Yudie was blocking the car window, but Shen Weicang reached out and pulled her away.

Shen Yuwan was still in a daze when a jade hand appeared in his sight.

She looked over along the direction of her hand, and saw Shen Weicang looking at her with a cold and arrogant expression: "What's wrong?"

"Bring your bag here. Don't you see the curtains are gone? Are you going to let me freeze here?!"

"No," Shen Yuwan hugged the bundle tightly, "These are the clothes my mother made for me. They can't be used to cause harm."

Shen Weicang laughed angrily: "What rags are more valuable than this lady? I asked you to bring them here!"

Shen Yuwan shook his head, looking into her eyes with courage: "There is a blanket in the carriage, why don't you use my clothes instead of the blanket?"

Seeing that her young lady was unhappy, Yudie reached out to snatch Shen Yuwan's bag. She was a martial artist, and although Shen Yuwan had been working in the countryside, she was still no match for her in strength.

She was so anxious that her eyes turned red: "No, I said no!"

"Miss Shen."

Wen Guihan's voice sounded outside the carriage. Shen Weicang turned around and handed him a cloak from the window.

"I was fighting with bandits just now and tore the curtains. Please use my cloak to block them first, so you don't catch a cold."

Wen Guihan had just seen the fierce fight from afar, so he untied his cloak and flew over using his lightness skills. Fortunately, his cloak was still intact on the horse's back when he returned.

In front of outsiders, Shen Weicang maintained a ladylike demeanor: "Thank you, Master Wen, for being so thoughtful, but aren't you cold?"

Wen Guihan was riding on the horse. Shen Weicang leaned out of the window and looked up at him: "It's still snowing outside. You should wear this cloak. It's much better for us to be in the carriage."

Her cloak was wrapped with a white fox fur collar, which made her face look as radiant as jade. She was looking at him so seriously that Wen Guihan's heart was beating wildly and he even forgot to hold the reins.

Seeing that he just looked at her without saying anything, Shen Weicang felt impatient. Could it be that this man was just talking and had no intention of giving her the cloak to block the wind, so he kept silent after she refused?

She was shivering with cold and couldn't help coughing. Wen Guihan came back to his senses and said with annoyance: "Miss Shen, it's okay for me to feel a little cold. I'll help you cover the car window."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and swung his cloak, placing it firmly on the roof of the carriage, with the hanging part blocking the window tightly.

Wen Guihan withdrew his gaze with a sense of disappointment when he could no longer see Miss Shen.

Seeing Shen Weicang leaning comfortably in Yuying's arms again, Shen Yuwan moved slightly and hid the bag behind him.

In addition to the clothes her mother made for her, the bundle also contained a letter, which was sent back by her father when he went out to do business. It was evidence of her and her mother's identities.

Shen Weicang had such a spoiled temper that she was worried that if she found the letter, she would just throw it away.

Shen Yuwan breathed a sigh of relief. The shock and anger she had just felt faded away, and she finally felt the belated fatigue.

If Shen Weicang had not suddenly run out of the carriage and attracted the bandits' attention, maybe he could have held on until Master Wen arrived.

Shen Yuwan already had some fear and dislike for Shen Weicang in his heart, and now he was even more dissatisfied.

It was obvious that he had no skills, but he pretended to carry a whip with him. As a result, he was almost knocked down as soon as he got out of the carriage, before he could even exchange a few moves with the bandits.

Shen Yuwan knew that Shen Weicang had a grudge against her.

Her father married her mother in Yushi Village. Less than a year later, he went out to do business with his fellow villagers. Since then, there has been no news from him except for that letter.

It was not until a few months ago when someone suddenly came to Yu Shi Village looking for someone that Shen Yuwan learned that his father had died a long time ago.

Shen Pingjiang, the owner of Shenjia Village, accidentally found out the news of his long-lost brother. He learned that he was the only orphan left in his brother's family, so he sent someone to take her back to the Shen family.

From what Shen Weicang said these days, she seemed to be unaware that she was not Shen Pingjiang's biological daughter, and thought she was born to Shen Pingjiang's concubine.

Shen Yuwan wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

Shen Weicang didn't say anything clearly, and she didn't know what her uncle meant. She was afraid that one word would ruin her uncle's good intentions, so she had to endure it.

But as time went on, Shen Yuwan couldn't help feeling unhappy.

Shen Weicang's dissatisfaction and anger towards her were completely unfounded. She had endured so much grievance in vain, and today she almost killed herself.

If Wen Guihan hadn't saved her, she would probably have died under the knife.

Shen Weicang returned to the carriage. He didn't feel at all how impulsive and arrogant he had been. He didn't care whether she was injured or not. He even tried to grab her bag to block the window.

Shen Yuwan bit her lip, a soft look flashed in her eyes. It was him who helped her out of the predicament again.

Whether he meant to or not, he helped himself.

Thinking of the injury on Wen Guihan's hand, she became a little worried.

It was such a cold day, and Master Wen's hand seemed to have bled a lot just now. He still had to ride a horse outside to escort them home. I wonder if he had any medicine on him and whether his wound had been bandaged.

The carriage was relit with top-quality silver charcoal, and soon it became warm, but Shen Yuwan's heart was still hanging.

Her eyes kept drifting towards Shen Weicang's car window, and she seemed very absent-minded.

Shen Weicang could obviously use her own cloak to cover the car window. It was so warm in the carriage that she didn't need a cloak at all. But she insisted on using Master Wen's.

It was snowing outside, and Master Wen was injured while saving her. How could she watch him suffer from the cold outside?

Shen Weicang leaned in Yuying's arms and closed his eyes. She was a little tired after all the commotion just now.

"younger sister."

She squinted her eyes and tilted her head to look at Shen Yuwan, and saw her handing over the bag: "Sister, use my clothes to cover the car window."

Shen Weicang opened his eyes and looked at her like a fool: "Is there something wrong with your brain? I don't need you now, what are you doing here?"

Shen Yuwan clutched the bag tightly and looked past her at the white cloak blocking the car window.

Seeing Shen Weicang following her gaze, she said hesitantly, "You should return the cloak to Master Wen. It must be very cold for him riding a horse outside."

Shen Weicang turned around with an expression that said, "It's none of my business."

"Why? We finally got warm in the carriage. If you take off your cloak and put on your clothes to block the wind, it will blow in again."

She argued: "Besides, your rags are not as useful as a cape."

Shen Yuwan was a little anxious: "Sister, Master Wen just saved us. He even injured his hand while saving me. How can we treat our benefactor like this?"

Shen Weicang raised the corner of his mouth: "It's hard for you to care about him so much, sister."

She lazily moved her body, raised her chin, and motioned her to look out the window: "You talk to him yourself and ask him to change his cloak into your clothes and see if he is willing."