A Beloved Wife in Marriage

Chapter 273: Qjanqian, Let’s Get Remarried

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When Jiang Yanshen picked him up, he hugged Jiang Yanshen’s shoulder with both hands, crying like an injured little beast. His saliva/ mucus, and tears mixed together and flowed onto Jiang Yanshen’s shoulder.

For the first time, the mysophobic Jiang Yanshen didn’t despise him or push him away. Instead, he hugged him and patted his back gently.

Lin Qingqian stood at the side and watched as Jiang Yunshen cried until he was about to faint. She did not say a word, nor was she angry that Jiang Yunshen had pushed her down.

On the contrary, her tensed heart relaxed.

At least from the looks of it, Jiang Yunshen did not blame Jiang Chongjing and Wu Suyun’s deaths on Jiang Yanshen.

At the very least, they did not have to be like Jiang Chongyan and Jiang Chongjing back then, where brothers turned against each other and let the hatred of the previous generation continue.

After an unknown period of time, Jiang Yunshen’s tears finally stopped. He sniffed and wiped his tears. From the corner of his eye, he saw the person standing at the door and stopped.

Lin Qingqian and Jiang Yanshen turned around at the same time and saw Old Madam Jiang standing at the door.

Old Madam Jiang walked in with Madam Liu’s help. Her gentle eyes landed on Jiang Yunshen’s face. “A dead person can’t be revived. Don’t be too sad. Your mother can’t rest in peace if she sees you like this.”

Jiang Yunshen sniffed and choked.

Old Madam Jiang looked at Jiang Yanshen again and said in a dignified voice, “Your Second Uncle and Second Aunt’s funeral has to be done well. Don’t let anything go wrong.”

“Got it, Grandma,” Jiang Yanshen nodded calmly.

Jiang Yunshen did not say anything and knelt in front of Old Madam Jiang.

“What are you doing?” Old Madam Jiang was stunned. Then, she asked Madam Liu to pull him up.

Jiang Yunshen stubbornly knelt down and said in a hoarse voice, “Grandma, I want to ask you for a favor.”

When Old Madam Jiang heard his words, she gestured for Madam Liu to stop pulling. “Go ahead.”

Jiang Yunshen looked up, his red eyes still misty from crying. “My mother wanted to get a divorce when she was alive. Now…”

His voice choked. He took a few breaths before continuing, “There’s no need to bury the two of them together now. Please agree to let my mother not be buried in the Jiang family’s ancestral grave and not set up a memorial tablet in the Jiang family’s ancestral hall. Let me find a place to bury her myself.”

The Wu Family was not a big family. A few years ago, after the elders died, the remaining members of the family couldn’t maintain the family. Now, his mother did not even have a family.

Old Madam Jiang sighed heavily. “Alright, we’ll do as you say. Get up.”

“Thank you, Grandma.” Jiang Yunshen kowtowed and stood up with Jiang Yanshen’s help.

“It’s getting late. Go back and rest. I’ll get Madam Liu to send the food to your rooms.” With that, Old Madam Jiang turned around and left the side hall.

Jiang Yunshen’s eyelashes trembled as he looked at Lin Qingqian, especially when he saw her slightly swollen wrist. A trace of guilt flashed across his eyes as he said dryly, “I’m sorry.”

Lin Qingqian shook her head. “I’m fine. Go back to your room and rest.”

She looked at Jiang Yanshen, indicating for him to accompany Jiang Yunshen back and ignore her.

Jiang Yanshen was worried about her hand, but he was also worried about Jiang Yunshen. After thinking for a moment, he finally helped Jiang Yunshen back to his room.

Jiang Yunshen sat on the sofa and seemed to have collapsed. His head was leaning against the sofa. From the corner of his eye, he saw the figure who was about to leave and his dry lips pursed. “Why?”

Jiang Yanshen stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him in confusion.

Jiang Yunshen looked at him with empty and sorrowful eyes and said in an aggrieved voice, “Why did she commit suicide? Why did she leave me alone?”

Unknowingly, a tear flowed out of the corner of his eye, flickering with a fragmented light.

Jiang Yanshen was silent for a few seconds before his thin lips curled up. “She just loves you too much.”

Jiang Yunshen’s eyes darted around as he looked at him.

“Although it’s understandable that she killed Jiang Chongjing to protect you, she’d committed murder after all.” Jiang Yanshen pursed his thin lips and said in a low and slow voice, “Even if you hired the best lawyer for her, she can’t avoid being sentenced.”

“I don’t care, I don’t care about this at all…” Jiang Yunshen said in a choked voice, “I can wait for her to come out. I just want her to live…”

“But she cares,” Jiang Yanshen said calmly. “If she goes to jail, it’s equivalent to giving everyone a reason to target you. Her existence will be a reminder to everyone at all times that your mother killed your father. You’ll become the biggest joke in the entire Lan City.

The love of a parent can be deeper than you can imagine. Yunshen, she just loves you too much.”

Although there would be a wave of rumors initially, people would forget about it after a long time. But if she was still alive, her crime would follow Jiang Yunshen like a shadow for the rest of his life.

Tears welled up in Jiang Yunshen’s eyes again. He curled up on the sofa and bit his arm, trembling. He didn’t make a sound as he cried, making one’s heart break even more when they looked at him.

Jiang Yanshen did not comfort him. He stood for a while and finally walked out of the room silently.

When he returned to his room, he saw Lin Qingqian sitting in front of the table, using her left hand to pick up food with difficulty and clumsiness.

He walked over and took the chopsticks from her hand.

Lin Qingqian came back to her senses and looked up at him. “How’s Yunshen?”

“He’ll probably be fine after crying his emotions out,” Jiang Yanshen replied calmly. Just as she was about to ask something, he stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth with his chopsticks. “Take care of yourself first.”

Lin Qingqian finished the food in her mouth and said, “I’m fine.”

Jiang Yanshen’s cold gaze landed on her swollen right hand. “You call this fine?”

Lin Qingqian tilted her head and smiled guiltily. “It’s fine. The swelling will subside in two days.”

Jiang Yanshen’s eyes were dark and sharp, and the veins on his face were about to pop out.

If not for the fact that he was considerate about Yunshen who had just lost his parents, he would have gone over to teach him a lesson now.

Lin Qingqian raised her hand and rubbed his brows. “I’m really fine. Don’t show such an expression. It’s quite scary.”

Jiang Yanshen put down his bowl and chopsticks, held her small hand to his mouth, and kissed it. His voice was low and hoarse. “Don’t worry about him in the future. Just take care of yourself.”

Lin Qingqian nodded. “Alright…”

Her tone was a little perfunctory.

Jiang Yanshen’s well-defined fingers pinched her cheek and his voice was serious. “Lin Qingqian, I’m serious. If I see you injured again, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.”

His dark eyes looked at her, and his tone was serious. He had no intention of joking at all.

Lin Qingqian’s breathing paused and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. “I’ll remember. Aren’t you going to feed me? I’m not full yet…” She looked pitifully at the rice in her bowl.

Jiang Yanshen knew that she was deliberately changing the topic and didn’t expose her. He picked up the bowl and patiently fed her.

When Lin Qingqian was full, he only ate a few mouthfuls of the remaining food before carrying the plate down.

When he came up again, there was a woman behind him, holding a medicine box.

“Doctor Chen, please take a look at her hand.” Jiang Yanshen turned his head and said to the woman in a white coat behind him.

Doctor Chen responded and walked forward to put down the medicine box to check Lin Qingqian’s wrist.

“There’s no fracture, but your muscles are injured. Stick the ointment patch for two days and take some medicine. You’ll be fine soon,” Doctor Chen said as she took out a box of ointment patch and a box of oral medicine from the medicine box.

“Thank you.” Lin Qingqian thanked the doctor politely.

Doctor Chen said, “No need. Remember not to carry anything heavy these few

days. ”

After packing up, she tactfully took the initiative to leave.

Lin Qingqian took the medicine and swallowed it, then drank half a glass of water.

Jiang Yanshen took out a piece of ointment patch and stuck it on her wrist. Because it was made with Chinese medicine, there was a strong medicinal smell.

Lin Qingqian frowned slightly and said in disdain, “It smells so bad.”

“Bear with it for a few days,” he said.

Lin Qingqian lowered her head to look at the ointment patch on her wrist, her bright eyes filled with disdain.

Seeing that she really did not like the smell of the medicine, Jiang Yanshen got up and walked to the bedside table to open the drawer. He took out a glass bottle and walked over to sit down.

Lin Qingqian blinked. “What are you doing?”

Jiang Yanshen gently raised her right hand and sprayed the perfume on her wrist a few times.

In an instant, the ebony incense spread between the two of them.

“This way, it won’t smell bad.”

The smell of the perfume covered the smell of the Chinese medicine. Although she could still smell a little, Lin Qingqian no longer felt that it was that bad. Her nose was filled with the smell of him, the smell that only belonged to them.

“It smells so good!” Lin Qingqian glanced at him, her eyes shining. “But what should I do when I shower?”

She only had one hand left, and it was her left hand. She could not take a shower at all.

Jiang Yanshen stood up without a word and bent down to carry her horizontally.

Lin Qingqian was shocked. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll help you shower!” Jiang Yanshen replied and walked towards the bathroom.

Lin Qingqian’s face instantly turned red. “No, put me down. Call a servant up to help me.”

“Why do you need a servant?” Jiang Yanshen lowered his head and said with his lips almost touching hers, “Isn’t it good to enjoy your boyfriend’s exclusive service?”

His low voice was seductive, and his gaze was too hot. Lin Qingqian almost couldn’t resist it.

“No, it’s not. Get the servants to come…”

Jiang Yanshen closed the bathroom door and placed her in the bathtub. He turned on the shower head and drenched her clothes. His hoarse voice spilled out from his thin lips—

“In the past, you were the one who helped me run the bath. Now, it’s my turn.”

Lin Qingqian was on the brink of tears. What misunderstanding did he have about running a bath?

Because he hadn’t prepared in advance, Jiang Yanshen naturally didn’t bully her, but he couldn’t help but tease her for a while.

Lin Qingqian was changed into a pink nightdress and stuffed under the blanket. Only then did he take a black bathrobe and put it on. He returned to the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Her face was still red, as if she had painted blush on her cheeks. She looked cute and innocent.

Jiang Yanshen couldn’t bear to part with her. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, as if he wouldn’t get tired of it.

Lin Qingqian was sleepy after taking the medicine. She turned her head to

avoid ms mps. “‘Stop roonng arouna ana go to sleep.”

Jiang Yanshen nodded and turned off the chandelier. There was a sleeping lamp lit, and he could see the person in his arms clearly.

After an unknown period of time, her thin lips curled up slightly, and his low and hoarse voice slowly sounded. “Qianqian, let’s remarry..”