Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 148 - 105 Stubborn Xia He_3

Chapter 148: Chapter 105 Stubborn Xia He_3

Jiang Shouzhong laughed and said, "No way around it, official duties are just too busy."

He picked up a chopstick full of vegetables and placed it in Old Madam Ran’s bowl, then did the same for Ran Qingchen, Xia He, and Jinxiu respectively.

All three women were somewhat stunned.

Ran Qingchen glanced at her grandmother subconsciously, and seeing Lady Ran smiling at her, felt her cheeks warm up and shot the man an annoyed look. Seeing that the man was paying her no attention and busy serving the other two women, she felt a bit irritated, and stretched out her leg under her skirt to kick the man.

Jiang Shouzhong winced and looked at Ran Qingchen with a face full of confusion.

The other two women reacted differently.

Jinxiu’s smile was as radiant as a flower, and she sweetly said, "Thank you, son-in-law."

Xia He, on the other hand, was blunt and gave no face whatsoever, returning the portion she was served back to her bowl, and deliberately distancing herself from the man.

Jiang Shouzhong was a bit helpless.

Your wife sent you to her side just to irritate Ran Qingchen, didn’t she? What are you doing? You’re not getting it at all.

If it had been the elder sister Chun Yu, she’d probably have opened her red lips to let him feed her by now.

The small banquet might have been a bit difficult for Ran Qingchen and Xia He, but for Jiang Shouzhong there was no discomfort whatsoever, and he actually enjoyed it quite a bit. Most of the time, he was chatting with the old lady; being a person from another time with lots of stories to tell, he often made the old lady laugh heartily. Occasionally, the spirited Jinxiu would chime in, keeping the overall atmosphere quite active.

Xia He was of a cold temperament, and throughout spent her time solely eating; once full, she sat still as inanimate as a puppet.

Then, for some reason, she remembered the scene where Jiang Shouzhong put on her shoes.

She vaguely felt as if some heat lingered in the sole of her foot.

Instinctively, the young girl drew her foot back and unconsciously shifted her stool, creating an even wider gap between her and Jiang Shouzhong. Catching this act, Jiang Shouzhong’s lips twitched and he cursed inwardly.

Because Old Madam Ran was present, Ran Qingchen naturally couldn’t play mute, and tried to pick a few topics to chat about casually.

Every time Jiang Shouzhong joined the conversation, she would glare at him fiercely, signaling him to shut up. Helplessly, Jiang Shouzhong dared not interrupt her anymore.

After dinner, the old lady went back to her room to rest.

When she left, she asked Jiang Shouzhong if he could stay home for the New Year’s Eve; after pondering, he still chose to decline politely. Although Old Madam Ran was disappointed, she didn’t force him.

Back in the arranged residence, Jiang Shouzhong looked back at Xia He following behind and laughed, "Don’t tell me you’re planning to share a bed with me, didn’t Jinxiu arrange a room for you?"

Xia He took out a rope on her own accord, both ends of which had diamond-shaped darts that she inserted into two wooden pillars. Then she lay down on the rope as lightly as a butterfly would, adopting the sleeping posture of Xiaolongnü.

Jiang Shouzhong looked on in surprise.

He wondered if lying face down on the rope to sleep would chafe the skin.

Jiang Shouzhong sat in a chair, poured a cup of cool tea, and said, "I now understand why your lady did this, it’s indeed quite boring, to go to such lengths just to annoy her own niece. But it’s also fortunate that she sent you to be by my side, knowing how to keep your distance..."

While Jiang Shouzhong was in the middle of his monologue, Xia He suddenly turned her head, the slender rope barely supporting her side.

The girl spoke earnestly, with her beautiful face stern, "I did something wrong at the dinner table earlier; I shouldn’t have distanced myself from you in front of Ran Qingchen. I didn’t do well on the mission my lady entrusted to me. If there is another chance, I will try to do the things I don’t like to do."

Jiang Shouzhong was speechless and stunned.

Suddenly, he felt that he shouldn’t have been muttering pointless words earlier.

This girl’s mind was indeed not normal.

Sitting on the chair for a while, bored, Jiang Shouzhong took off his outer shirt and lay down on the bed ready for sleep.

Perhaps because of the tea he had drunk earlier, he wasn’t very sleepy, and he thought again about what Lady Ran had said to him that afternoon—he didn’t know why she spoke so much to him, but some of her words had deeply moved Jiang Shouzhong.

That is "letting go."

One of the hardest things for people to learn is how to let go.

Letting go might mean resignation, conceding, or coming to terms...

Be it hatred or affection, the ones we can easily let go of are actually the ones we don’t care about. Yet those we truly care for, those are the hardest to let go.

Jiang Shouzhong thought of his wife, Hong’er.

Had she really let go of their love?

If she let go easily, was their past affection all a lie? If she couldn’t let go, why would she leave without saying a word?

"Perhaps, it’s also time for me to let go," he mused.

Jiang Shouzhong sighed softly, resting his hands behind his head, his thoughts drifting, recalling every moment with his wife, Hong’er.

Remembering their playful times by the riverside, causing mischief secretly in Ye’s medic room, sitting on the rooftop gazing at the vast starry sky...

Her every frown and smile, still fresh in his memory.

Every minute detail of her, every inch of her skin, deeply etched into his memory.

He remembered the awkwardness of their wedding night, the greed for each other’s bodies as they grew accustomed, the secret delights they sought in a cave high up on the mountain... As youths, they seemed to have boundless energy, always in search of something novel amidst the excitement of a racing heartbeat.

His memories flickered by like scenes on a reel of film, and he seemed to hear the intermittent chanting from Hong’er’s lips.

Though they were merely memories, Jiang Shouzhong still felt a physical response.

The yang energy of his previously suppressed Taoist Body ignited like fluff, spreading swiftly and finely outwards...

"Thump! Thump!"

Suddenly, the door was knocked.

"Jiang Mo, I have something to tell you."

It was Ran Qingchen’s voice.

The startled Jiang Shouzhong had yet to fully emerge from his reverie when Xia He, who had been sleeping on a rope, suddenly sprang up and then pounced toward Jiang Shouzhong, sitting heavily on top of him.

"Hiss—"

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets, his cheeks rapidly filling with blood, red and swollen like ochre.

Broken.

It broke?

All those rosy memories seemed to shatter into bloody shards of glass.

Xia He also hadn’t expected that he would have a musket hidden beneath him and was in so much pain that her little face turned pale, with tears brimming in the corners of her eyes.

Who needs to sleep with a musket at their side?

Who are you guarding against!

The young girl was so indignant that she grabbed the musket, attempting to push it aside.

At this moment, Jiang felt as if he were chaotically running between heaven and hell, almost wishing he were dead.

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