The Rough Hunter’s Little Lucky Wife Chapter 183 Letter

183 Letter
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Zhao Zhan went to the cage to get a scarf for his lover. When he bent over, his elbow accidentally knocked off the small bag beside him.
Yue Jiaojiao tilted her head to take a look and felt that it looked a little familiar. She walked over and picked up the bundle to take a look.
“Zhao Zhan, this seems to be the thing that the aunt gave you the other day. You even said to open it when we got back to town. I can’t believe I forgot.”
Zhao Zhan put the scarf on her and looked down to make sure that the blush on her neck was covered. Then, he looked at the small bag.
Yue Jiaojiao had already opened the bag and saw a stack of yellowed letters and a silver lock.
“Have you seen this before?”
Zhao Zhan took the silver lock and examined it. He frowned. “I’ve never seen this thing before.”
“Wenbei, please enlighten me.”
As soon as Yue Jiaojiao read it out loud, Zhao Zhan leaned over and said, “This must be a letter for my father.”
Seeing that she was trying to avoid him, Zhao Zhan’s arm easily wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s read it together. I don’t have any secrets kept from you.”
She really was curious. After all, Zhao Zhan had only mentioned that his parents had died in the mountains.
Now that there was suddenly a stack of letters hidden by Zhao Kuazi, Yue Jiaojiao felt that there was something fishy about it.
According to the law of novels, the male lead must have an extraordinary background. Could there be a secret behind Zhao Zhan’s history?
“It seems to be saying that I’m not my parents’ son.”
The words sounded like a tongue twister, but Yue Jiaojiao caught the keywords and immediately focused her attention on the letter.
The dates of the letters were intermittent. Some of the letters were illegible due to improper safekeeping. However, it was clear that the letters were asking about the child he had entrusted to Zhao Wenbei.
Entrusted?
Yue Jiaojiao looked at the signature in the corner again. There was only one word written on it — Shen.
“Does your aunt know how to read?”
“I don’t, but her husband does. He learned some words from my father.”
“Why don’t we go and ask her? Although it has been many years, the courier station should be able to clearly tell us where these letters were sent from. Let’s go and find out.”
Zhao Zhan’s brows were furrowed into a knot, but he immediately nodded when he heard her words.
When she saw them coming, Zhao Kuazi only glanced at them indifferently before looking away. She sat in front of the dilapidated house with her head lowered. It was clear that it had not been long since they last met, but her hair was almost completely white.
“Hello,” Zhao Zhan called out from outside the door. “I want to ask you about the package you gave me. Do you know where those letters were sent from?”
“Yang City.”
Zhao Kuazi did not raise her head. Her voice sounded old as she continued.
“I don’t know anything else. I only found out when I secretly listened to your parents’ talk. As for the letters that you gave, they were all sent to you when your parents were still alive.
“After your parents died, there were no more letters that came. I was still waiting for the money that came with the letters.”
“So about the matter of my father and mother dying in the mountains…”
“Don’t ask. Your parents’ early death had nothing to do with me. I’ve been kind enough to give you these things already.”
No matter how much he asked, he couldn’t get anything out of her. Zhao Zhan put the small bag of food in his hand by the door and said in a deep voice, “Take these things as thanks for giving them to me. We don’t owe each other anything in the future now.”