Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 418 - 225 Jiang Yi’s Confidence_3

Chapter 418: Chapter 225 Jiang Yi’s Confidence_3

"Why won’t you answer me?"

Ran Qingchen’s eyes reddened slightly as she tightly gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning pale. Her tone contained a blend of grievance and reproach.

Following her parents’ death, aside from her grandmother, there wasn’t anyone in that home who genuinely gave her a sense of kinship.

When she learned she had an aunt as she grew wiser, she hoped with all her heart to find familial warmth in her, since she was her mother’s sister. But reality coldly splashed her face with ice water time and again.

She didn’t understand why Jiang Yi despised her, despised her mother.

Although her grandmother said that deep down she really cared for her, she had never experienced such care.

There was only scorn, only disdain.

Jiang Yi calmly said, "Isn’t this the path you chose for yourself?"

Ran Qingchen was stunned.

With a bitter smile, she gently shook her head and said bitterly, "You know that’s not what I’m asking."

"I know what you’re asking, but my response also gives you your answer," Jiang Yi said indifferently. "Since you chose this path, don’t expect much. You should learn to face your losses."

At these words, Ran Qingchen was somewhat disheartened.

After a silence, she looked up directly at the woman and said,

"I used to think that way too, but later I realized I was wrong. I met a sister who told me life is filled with regrets and losses. If so, why not try to fight for something?"

"So, has your Love-void Realm disappeared?" Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow.

Ran Qingchen shook her head. "I don’t know how the Love-void Realm disappeared, but I know my previous self was wrong. I will continue down this path, and I won’t choose to let go or refuse again. If..."

Ran Qingchen paused and said, "If my end is the same as my mother’s, then so be it."

"Aren’t you afraid of hurting Jiang Mo?"

"I don’t know... I want to be selfish for once," Ran Qingchen bit her lip lightly.

"Is that so."

Jiang Yi sighed and said, "It seems that during the time in the Capital, I should have settled this matter sooner. Now, it might be problematic."

"What matter?" Ran Qingchen looked puzzled.

Jiang Yi chuckled and said, "I’ve agreed to betroth my Xia He to Jiang Mo."

"No!"

Ran Qingchen slammed the table hard.

Indeed, the other party had not come with good intentions.

Jiang Yi lightly crossed her right leg over her left, the black silk stockings producing a slight rustling sound, "Why not? Even if you’re unwilling to let go, does a man need your permission to take a concubine?"

"I... I am his wife! I have the right to agree or not!" Ran Qingchen said, "Besides, Jiang Mo doesn’t like her."

"Doesn’t like her?"

Jiang Yi laughed as if she had heard a huge joke. "How about letting them consummate their marriage tonight, and you watch them firsthand?"

Ran Qingchen blushed furiously.

She argued, "It must be that you instructed Xia He to seduce Jiang Mo."

Jiang Yi snorted disdainfully.

Ran Qingchen leaned forward on the table, "In any case, I won’t agree, and it’s useless no matter how many of your underlings you send to seduce him."

Because of the woman leaning forward, her proud and ample figure pressed against the table, giving off exaggerated undulations like ripples on a spring pond.

The skin where clothing threatened to burst forth appeared to reveal itself.

Even Jiang Yi was internally shocked.

This girl is even bigger than me, what has she been eating to grow so much.

Jiang Yi rubbed her temples, stood up and said, "Aunt is just notifying you, not asking for your opinion. Jiang Mo will discuss it with you, oh right, he probably has already mentioned it to you."

Ran Qingchen’s face went slightly pale.

"I’ll be going, not to disturb Lord Ran any further." Jiang Yi gracefully walked out of the room, disappearing from view.

Ran Qingchen slumped weakly against the chair back.

Did Jiang Mo really want to marry Xia He?

Could her younger sister have analyzed it wrong? But she is a widow with extensive experience, she couldn’t have analyzed it wrong.

—

Inside the room, the young girl Xia He appeared as lovely as a peach blossom, her face flushed with color.

Initially, she had planned under her elder sister’s instruction to speak favorably to Jiang Mo about the madam, but as she spoke, her clothes became disheveled.

Then, somewhat dazed, she knelt on the floor.

She started to learn to play a musical instrument.

The usually cold and aloof girl, now stripped of her distant chill, seemed like a plum blossom meeting spring, blooming with a distinct allure.

Jiang Shouzhong picked up the girl’s hair, squinting his eyes and said,

"You said the madam went to ask Qingchen about a marriage proposal for you, so there should be no problem, Qingchen will definitely agree. I understand her... hiss... Anyway, rest assured, once we return to the Capital, we’ll get married..."

"Also, Miss Qiuye... your lady is not willing to let you go, which is indeed a bit troublesome. But no matter, I..."

Jiang Shouzhong clenched his fist, his brow furrowing slightly, then easing as he continued, "I’ll figure something out. As long as Miss Qiuye is willing, we can just add another pair of chopsticks at home, we can afford it."

After a long while, Xia He nodded slightly, making a faint sound through her nose.

The girl stood up, looking at the man without speaking.

The crimson spreading from her cheeks, her demeanor graceful and captivating.

Seeing that she puffed her cheeks slightly, apparently a bit angry, Jiang Shouzhong awkwardly smiled and handed her a cup of tea.

Xia He took the teacup and slightly opened her mouth.

She took out a handkerchief and wiped her lips, continuing the previous topic, "The madam likes sugar cane, bananas, and cucumbers. She has a habit of sleeping without clothes and likes to clutch a blanket..."

"Wait, why are you telling me so much about the madam?"

Jiang Shouzhong felt very puzzled.

This girl had started talking about the madam as soon as she walked in, feeling like a matchmaker.