El viaje de un mendigo alrededor del mundo

Capítulo 79

"Ah—" The old man went berserk.

Fan Qingbo, who happened to arrive and witnessed the second half of the event, couldn't help but twitch his face, "How long have they been doing this?"

The boy who brought her here had a blank face. "Start asking from the first day of the second month of pregnancy."

Fan Qingbo felt utterly ashamed, unsure if it was too late to say she didn't know those two people...

"My wife, why did you come out in person! Didn't I tell you not to act rashly?!"

"Master, why did you come out in person! You could have just played the flute if you needed anything!"

It's too late.

51. The dark alleyway could not be concealed.

Fan Qingbo forced the two troublesome scholars, Fan Bing and Fan Bing, to apologize to everyone in the clinic, especially the old doctor who looked like he was about to have a stroke from anger. To everyone's surprise, the two who had been so assertive and determined to get to the bottom of things instantly wilted, their ears drooping, and obediently bowed and apologized to everyone.

"I'm so sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

The old doctor, who had recovered his breath, glanced silently at the scholar Fan Bing and his companion, then turned back to look at Fan Qingbo and sighed, "Manager Fan, you've had it tough too. Remember to take good care of yourself during the first three months, don't overwork yourself, and don't get angry."

The old doctor was truly a virtuous and ethical person. Fan Qingbo felt even more ashamed. After apologizing and thanking him repeatedly, he dragged his two rascals outside and found a secluded back alley to begin his lecture.

"What's wrong with you two? It's one thing to act crazy at home, but to come out and bother others? Who knows how long this martial arts tournament is going to last? The streets are full of defeated and injured outlaws. Can't you two, who are just asking for a beating, have some self-awareness and stay at home? Luckily, those who go to the folk clinics aren't big shots and don't recognize scholars. Luckily, they're also quite reasonable, otherwise you'd be in big trouble!"

"It's not like we can't beat them..." Fan Bing muttered softly.

Fan Qingbo slapped him on the back of the head. "What did you say? You really want to fight someone? Do you even know martial arts?"

Fan Bing's eyes flickered, and he glanced guiltily at the scholar, afraid that he would expose his scheme. Fan Qingbo misunderstood him, her eyes widening as she poked his forehead with her index finger. "So you were planning to lock the door and let the scholar out? Don't you know his character is supposed to cripple himself and retire from the martial world? Although he often acts crazy and breaks his own character, that doesn't mean you can break his character at will!"

"Master is so biased..." Fan Bing continued to mutter under his breath.

Fan Qingbo stared at him in disbelief. Fan Bing had never done this before; he would either be completely obedient to her or wail and scream to get her attention. When did he learn to play the victim silently? She couldn't help but turn to look at the scholar with suspicion, and found a strange smile on his lips, which looked like joy, yet also like a twitch.

Fan Qingbo crossed his arms, took two steps back, and scrutinized the two acting strangely. He frowned and asked, "Have you two been secretly exchanging things when I wasn't looking lately?"

Pregnant women are very sensitive. After feeling that her status is lower than that of the fetus, she begins to suspect that something is being kept from her by her family.

Fan Bing hurriedly asked the scholar, "What does 'privately exchanging gifts' mean?"

The scholar dutifully replied, "Private exchanges are secret communications, often used in a derogatory sense. Shouheng, you should read more books." After answering, he then expressed his loyalty to Fan Qingbo, "My wife, you know that I have been inseparable from you during this time. Let alone private exchanges, there has not even been any public exchanges."

"Hey! Who wants to be involved with this guy surnamed Shu! Master, don't insult me!" Fan Bing understood the implication of the illicit affair and immediately jumped away as if he had been smeared, running to Fan Qingbo's side to distance himself. Although he had temporarily quelled his conflict with the guy surnamed Shu, he still fundamentally disliked him, that much was undeniable.

The more I looked, the more suspicious it seemed. "A relapse? Are you hiding something from me?"

"Master, my heart is so devoted to you, it's unforgivable! How could you doubt me! I'm heartbroken... Waaah, I'm going to buy groceries!" After rambling on, Fan Bing ran off in a flash, not even bothering with his signature move of clinging to someone's leg.

“There’s a problem, there’s definitely a problem.” Fan Qingbo rested his chin on his hand.

The scholar helped her up and looked in the direction Fan Bing had left, saying, "There is indeed a problem."

"You think so too?" Fan Qingbo glanced at him in surprise. Could it be that she guessed wrong, and he wasn't an accomplice in the relapse?

The scholar nodded, then shook his head, blaming himself, "Yes, how can one accept the intolerance of heaven and earth after such a loyal heart? The principle of 'constancy' must mean that heaven and earth can bear witness. It's all my fault for failing to teach him properly; his understanding of 'constancy' has never improved..."

Fan Qingbo slapped himself for not learning his lesson! For treating him like an ordinary person again!

"What are you doing, my lady?" The scholar was terrified to see her hitting herself. He quickly grabbed her hand and held it in his palm, then touched her face and asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

Fan Qingbo stared at him speechlessly.

The scholar recalled what the doctor had said about the frequent mood swings and volatile emotions of pregnant women. Could this be one of the pregnancy symptoms? With this thought, his expression turned serious. He grasped Qingbo's hands and solemnly said, "My wife, if you feel like hitting someone in the future, hit your husband instead. If I'm not around, you can hit Shouheng instead. Just don't take your anger out on yourself."

...Which dimension has this imagination wandered into?