Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 134 - 100 Yeying’s Interrogation_2

Chapter 134: Chapter 100 Yeying’s Interrogation_2

Having said that, she turned to Jiang Shouzhong, "I have official duties I need to discuss with you."

The woman turned and walked towards the study.

Jiang Shouzhong followed her.

Leaving only Yang, disheveled and desperate in the wind.

...

Back in the study, Ran Qingchen apologized, "I’m sorry, I really should have taught him a lesson on your behalf. It’s just that his father was a close friend of my father’s..."

Jiang Shouzhong waved his hand and laughed, "Now you’re really misunderstanding that Yang. I did hit him twice, but he also threatened me without any reason."

Ran Qingchen’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of annoyance was added to her heart.

This guy was still the same as before, always afraid of being looked down upon and pretending to save face. But that was normal, no man wanted to show his pathetic side in front of a woman.

Fortunately, judging from his complexion, he didn’t seem to be injured.

Ran Qingchen sighed inwardly, wanting to reach out to check for injuries, but as her fingertips were about to touch his skin, she hesitated, then took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to him, "Take care of your injuries, don’t fear retaliation. If he dares to bully you again, you can use the Seven Kills Blade with confidence, I’ll take care of any trouble!"

"Thank you."

Jiang Shouzhong accepted the jade bottle and couldn’t bother to explain further. Since she was willing to cover for him, that was more than he could ask for.

Ran Qingchen, remembering she had serious matters to discuss, lowered her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Grandmother has sent you a message; she hopes you’ll come to the Ran residence on New Year’s Eve so we can celebrate the New Year together."

Jiang Shouzhong was startled, looking distant.

It was then that he remembered, New Year’s was just a few days away.

Time goes so fast. Last New Year’s Eve, Hong’er and Sister Ye were still by his side...

The melancholic Jiang Shouzhong declined, "I’d rather not go; I’m not very fond of lively occasions. Staying at home is quite nice. Please apologize to grandmother on my behalf. I will visit her when I have time."

Jiang Shouzhong did have a fond feeling for the old lady of the Ran family.

"Is it because you’re afraid of the second uncle and others..."

"No, I really do not enjoy noisy gatherings." Jiang Shouzhong chuckled.

Although the man quickly covered it up, the fleeting sorrow in his eyes was still keenly captured by Ran Qingchen. Thinking he was worried about being ostracized by the people of the Ran residence, she said softly, "Don’t worry, with me there, no one will dare to bully you."

"I really don’t want to go." Jiang Shouzhong was resolute.

Ran Qingchen felt disappointed but didn’t press him further, and after some thought, she said, "How about this, I’ll take you to the Ran residence tomorrow. I feel that grandmother probably has something she wants to tell you."

"Alright."

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t decline anymore and nodded in agreement.

----

Perhaps worried that the muddled Yang Zhongyou would seek revenge, Ran Qingchen personally escorted Jiang Shouzhong to the outskirts of Liushan Division, relieving some of her concern only after she was sure that man wouldn’t appear again.

Ran Qingchen returned to the study and gently cradled the sword manual in her arms.

In a daze, it was as if she could feel the warmth from her mother, so distant, yet so familiar.

"Mother, you created this swords play because you wanted to practice it with someone, didn’t you? Sadly, you never got the chance." Ran Qingchen murmured to herself, "It’s a pity, as an unfilial daughter, I also won’t likely have the chance to practice it. Jiang Mo lacks the talent to meet the requirements of the Unparalleled Sword Skill. As his wife, it would be impossible for me to practice it with another man."

"I’m sorry, mother. In the future, I shall find a couple with exceptional talents and give the manual to them so the Unparalleled Sword Skill can dazzle the world. Let all the sword dao cultivators understand that there’s not only Sword Demon Yan Changqing, but also you, Sword Immortal Jiang Wan."

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When Jiang Shouzhong arrived home, he found the yard had been cleaned again. Even the broken items placed outside the house were arranged neatly, showing considerable care had been taken.

Jiang Shouzhong was puzzled, and after a bit of thought, he figured it could only have been Wen Zhaodi.

After all, since Ms. Zhang had passed away, she didn’t need to stay at home all day. Perhaps feeling that he was inept at household chores, she had mentioned it to Zhang and occasionally came to help clean.

"It seems the house really lacks a woman to take care of it."

Gazing at the empty cottage, Jiang Shouzhong entertained the idea for the first time, but soon quashed the thought.

I’ll think about it after avenging Sister Ye.

Matters of the heart are the most troublesome.

Since Li Nanshuang had yet to make a move and it was unclear if the case could be pushed back, Jiang Shouzhong also had little to do, so after practicing his standing post and fist techniques, he started to cook.

Dinner was ready by evening, the setting sun submerged, and all things were hazy.

Jiang Shouzhong took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks and said to the air, "Senior Mengniang, I’ve made some food. Let’s eat together."

A moment later, Mengniang appeared inside the cabin.

Looking at the fragrant dishes on the table, the woman said with a stern face, "I’ve already taken a Fasting Pill, I don’t need to eat."

Jiang Shouzhong passed the chopsticks over with a smile, "The five grains are the foundation. Whether it’s humans or demons, all nurture the essence, qi, and spirit. The days ahead are still long, and you can’t be taking that kind of elixir for an extended period, right? It’s not good for the body, for the demon soul, or even for the skin."

At this moment, the man’s smile was still so warm and genuine.

Initially intending to refuse, Mengniang somehow ended up sitting at the table and accepting the chopsticks from him.

In the cabin, the lamp glowed with a faint yellow hue, like a melting crescent moon, casting a sense of warmth over the small house.

For some reason, Mengniang felt inexplicably that there was something odd about the scene, as if a couple was dwelling together in a simple cottage, unspeakably harmonious and warm.

The coming year together couldn’t possibly always be like this.

Mengniang suddenly thought.

She glanced at the man eating his meal with his head down, then at the dishes on the table, pondering for a long while before murmuring to herself, "If it’s like this... it wouldn’t be too bad."

She hadn’t thought about forming a bond with Jiang Shouzhong, not to mention the difference between humans and demons, and she, whose heart had died to love, wouldn’t easily be moved again. She just enjoyed the comfortable and warm atmosphere.

"The taste is mediocre, just make do with it," said Jiang Shouzhong as he put some vegetables into Mengniang’s bowl.

Mengniang’s eyes flickered, and after a moment’s thought, she also picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks and placed them in his bowl.

What is this called? Reciprocation?

Mengniang suddenly felt something was not quite right.

But seeing that he didn’t react, she no longer dwelled on it.

Jiang Shouzhong casually asked, "Why not ask me about my situation with Miss Ran?"

"Not interested," Mengniang replied, looking down at her meal.

Although the woman was a demon, her demeanor while eating was as graceful as that of a lady from a wealthy household, extremely elegant. She chewed her food neither hastily nor sluggishly, every gesture exuding a gentle decorum.

Paired with her trailing long gown, she seemed even more graceful, like the sound of a zither heard in silence.

Jiang Shouzhong smiled faintly.

Quite good.

Very professional.

Midway through the meal, Mengniang suddenly frowned, "Someone is coming."

But no sooner had she spoken than she added, "That person seems to have left, probably aware of my presence."

Came and left?

Jiang Shouzhong was puzzled, "Could it be Mr. Yan?"

Mengniang shook her head, "No, with Senior Yan’s cultivation, it’s very difficult for me to sense his presence."

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly knew who it was.

He stood up and said to Mengniang, "You keep eating, there’s no need to follow me."

After speaking, he ran out of the house.

Once Jiang Shouzhong was completely out of the range of Mengniang’s Divine Sense, a figure appeared before him.

Clad in black robes and wearing a bird-shaped mask, it was Yeying.

"Who is she?"

Yeying asked coldly.

The tone was as if someone had returned from a trip to find an unexpectedly beautiful mistress in the house.

And a silicone one at that.