Tofu Beauty's Capital

Zhao Shi was completely dumbfounded now; she had no idea that Tofu Beauty had been doing business with Su Li right under her nose.

"Tofu Beauty, how did she end up doing business with Su Li..." Zhao Shi murmured to herself. She had always been proud, considering herself the most important lady of the house, keeping everything under control. But now she found out that Tofu Beauty had done such a big thing behind her back, and she hadn’t known a thing.

"Impossible, Tofu Beauty doesn’t have the capital. She can’t be doing business with Su Li. Shi Mao’s wife, you must have misheard, or maybe Tofu Beauty was just bragging to you?" Zhao Shi was a bit flustered, feeling that something was off.

Liu Ru lowered her head and rubbed her belly, saying, "Tofu Beauty doesn’t have capital, tsk, but the Su family does..."

"The Su family has..." Zhao Shi’s lips trembled as she pondered Liu Ru’s words, sensing there was more to it.

But Liu Ru refused to say more, rolling her eyes and leisurely going back to her room to rest, planning to run away as soon as she gave birth.

Liu Ru knew Su Li wasn’t interested in Tofu Beauty’s little vegetable capital. If Tofu Beauty ran off with the money, Su Li could legitimately take over the Su family’s old residence. That was why Su Li agreed to cooperate with Tofu Beauty in the first place.

Zhao Shi sat in the kitchen, restless, worrying about her husband and father-in-law, and also about the suddenly missing Su Shi Mao. Liu Ru’s evasive words plunged Zhao Shi into unknown unease.

"Shi Mao, if only Shi Mao were here," Zhao Shi seemed to have lost her backbone, staring blankly outside, hoping for Su Shi Mao’s return but fearing he might have been caught by villagers and tortured.

But at this moment, neither the villagers nor Zhao Shi could figure out Su Shi Mao’s whereabouts.

Su Shi Mao was currently trapped on a high cliff, clinging to the rock face like an insect.

After waking up, Su Shi Mao examined the dark place and found it was actually a cave in the rock.

Looking out from the cave entrance, the cave was on a sheer cliff—there was no top to climb up to, nor ground to reach down to. Only birds could fly up here. Nobody knew how those two had managed to capture him and bring him here.

Su Shi Mao was a weak scholar with no strength, dressed thinly. Seeing the abyss below the cliff scared him to tears. Shivering, he retreated into the cave and rekindled the remaining fire.

Su Shi Mao had no other choice but to slowly slide down the rock wall bit by bit.

His arms and hands were weak, and afraid of falling, he could only cling to the cold rock wall and inch down slowly.

Su Shi Mao pressed his entire body against the rock wall, freezing stiff. Looking down, he could vaguely see the ground, but he didn’t dare relax for a moment. It was still very high, and falling would mean certain death.

The only embarrassing thing was that, pressed against the rock face, parts of his body had already gone numb from the cold, especially a certain protruding part.

At first it was painfully cold, then burning hot. Half an hour ago, that part of Su Shi Mao’s body had gone completely numb—no pain, no itch, as if it wasn’t even part of his body.

But in the cave, Su Shi Mao couldn’t check his condition and had to keep pressing his body against the cold rock.

At this moment, compared to his life, Su Shi Mao no longer cared about that part. He just wanted to climb down quickly and avoid freezing to death.