Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 43 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 16

When Wen Zhao appeared at the police station looking refreshed, everyone knew that the battle of wits between the father and son was over.

In the end, the father couldn't go against his son's wishes and allowed Wen Zhao to marry that woman.

Wen Zhao made no attempt to hide his excitement, holding a stack of invitations and handing them out to everyone he met.

"My beloved Lingyi and I will be moving in three days. Please come, everyone!"

Patrolman Wen, beaming with delight, sent out all the invitations to Patrolman Gao, with whom he had a falling out, making Patrolman Gao's face turn as purple as an eggplant.

"Chief, shall we go?" His subordinate asked in a low voice, holding the hot potato-like invitation.

Patrolman Gao crumpled the invitation in his hand, and after a long pause, he snorted coldly, "Go, why wouldn't I go!"

He might as well not have come at all!

When Chief Inspector Gao saw the military police major, dressed in uniform and standing there so blatantly, he wished he could set the house on fire right then and there.

Wen Zhao's housewarming party was a mixed bag, with playboys he had met in nightclubs and karaoke bars, several bigwigs from the Green Gang, officials of the new government and their various fathers, and even police officers from the French Concession.

Black and white, guys who usually fight like cockfighting roosters, all appeared in the same place.

This guy, who got carried away after getting married, invited everyone he knew over, showing no respect whatsoever to his father who was trying to keep a low profile.

Only two groups of people were not invited to the banquet.

One is Wen Jingshan, the father of Wen Zhao, and the other is Ling Zhengtai, the father of Ling Yi.

Wen Zhao even invited Yu Zhengyang, her former fiancé, but not Ling Zhengtai, which shows his attitude towards his future father-in-law.

Standing in the banquet hall, Yu Zhengyang felt that everyone's eyes were on his flushed face, making him wish he could just turn around and leave.

But he didn't dare.

After breaking off his engagement with the Ling family, he refused to get involved in the family business, citing his desire to avoid contact with them. Instead, he had his father pay for him a job as a newspaper reporter, a newspaper that served the new government and the Japanese.

So even though he was being laughed at, even though he wished he could burn the place down, he still dared not show any dissatisfaction to Wen Zhao, the son of a high-ranking official in the new government and a good friend of the Japanese military police.

After exchanging an awkward glance with one of the people, Yu Zhengyang turned his gaze to the couple in the center of the social scene.

Ling Yi was still wearing the same old-fashioned dress as when she first met Wen Zhao, as quiet and gentle as a still lake.

At this moment, the old-fashioned woman he had despised was swaggering around next to another man, while he, her former fiancé arranged by their parents, could only watch helplessly!

In public, a woman in an old-fashioned dress and a man in a long robe stood side by side, seemingly a match made in heaven.

"Absurd!" Yu Zhengyang gritted his teeth as he looked at Wen Zhao, whose teeth were practically sticking out.

Why does he have to wear old-fashioned things instead of a perfectly good suit? Is he going to tie his hair in a braid as well?

A man who marries an old-fashioned woman will also become corrupt!

Thinking of this, Yu Zhengyang's anger subsided, after all, he would never become like this!

He's the most fashionable guy ever!

Wen Zhao had no interest in considering the feelings of a minor figure like Yu Zhengyang; his main focus today was socializing with the uninvited military police major.

According to the major, he was a good friend of Yamamoto and came to thank him because Wen Zhao had found clues about his killer.

The reason given was not sincere, but how could the notorious traitor Wen Zhao refuse the olive branch extended by the Japanese?

Given his public persona, he shouldn't miss any opportunity to befriend the Japanese.

According to his job, he could only obtain more intelligence by infiltrating the Japanese.

Therefore, Wen Zhao smiled with utmost sincerity when faced with Mr. Nakamura, who had come to him of his own accord.

"Mr. Nakamura's arrival truly honors my humble abode!" Wen Zhao held up his wine glass, gesturing for Ling Yi to join him in a respectful toast with Nakamura, before drinking it all in one gulp.

The obsequious manner made Patrolman Gao grit his teeth again from a distance.

It wasn't enough for the father to become a traitor; he had to drag his son down with him. And when his son became a traitor, he had to drag his wife down with him too!

Your wife doesn't even dare to lift her head when talking to other people, but she can offer a toast to Nakamura, right?

She's a perfectly good woman, and you've dragged her into becoming a traitorous wife!

I bother!

Ling Yi took a small sip of wine, and then, like an ordinary woman bound by the three obediences and four virtues, hid behind Wen Zhao and listened to Nakamura chat with him.

After Lingyi came into this world, she began to learn the Japanese language.

Japanese, which is derived from Chinese, is not difficult to learn. Coupled with Ling Yi's superhuman learning ability, her Japanese is now so good that even native Japanese speakers could not find any fault with it.

However, at this moment, as she listened to the Japanese man's words, her focus wasn't on the content of his speech, but rather...

Rhythm and accent.

Even though it was the first time they had met, the rhythm of his speech sounded somewhat familiar to her.

Her mind raced, and suddenly a face appeared in Ling Yi's mind.

Old Zhang, the driver.

Although he spoke a different language and had a different accent than Nakamura, Lingyi still thought of him immediately.

It's quite a coincidence that a Chinese person and a Japanese person have a certain similarity in pronunciation.

Moreover, Nakamura, a military policeman with real power, didn't even take Wen Jingshan seriously, yet he was willing to humble himself and befriend Wen Zhao...

You should know that in the eyes of the Japanese, there are only two kinds of traitors: useful dogs and useless dogs.

Is it a sign of stupidity or ulterior motive that you want to become sworn brothers with a dog just because it helped your friend?

Under the translation efforts of Nakamura, he chatted happily with Wen Zhao, not even sparing a glance for the timid Chinese woman. He was even less likely to know that this woman had unfoundedly suspected Ueno based solely on the rhythm of his speech.

After all, Ueno lived in China before he was ten years old, and his speech and behavior were completely Chinese, so there was no doubt about his identity.

Even a god couldn't connect him with the Japanese based on these mere clues.

But there are no gods looking down on the world; instead, there is artificial intelligence monitoring humanity with big data.

Unaware that he had missed a crucial detail, Nakamura, remembering his fellow countryman's request, greeted Wen Zhao with a polite, anthropomorphic demeanor: "Wen, you are a good friend of mine in Japan, and even more so, a benefactor of my friend Nakamura. From now on, we can address each other as friends!"

Wen Zhao paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Friends? How can we be considered friends?"

You ungrateful animal!

Nakamura was taken aback when he heard him contradict him. His face fell, and his forced gentle expression turned fierce.