Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Shen Qingyue lowered her head, her eyes fell on Dongdong's small face, and said gently: "Dongdong, dad has his own things to do, and he will come back on his own."

But Dongdong obviously didn't buy it and insisted: "I'm going to find dad. He must be in trouble outside."

The son's arrogant temperament was clearly revealed at this time, and he wanted to take on adult responsibilities at a young age.

Shen Qingyue gently touched Dongdong's head, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone, "Dongdong, be obedient. It's quiet at night outside, and this is not the time for you to go out. Dad has his own sense of discretion, and he will be fine."

A trace of worry flashed in Shen Qingyue's heart, and she turned back to the house, picked up a thin cloak and put it on her shoulders, and then said to Dongdong.

"Dongdong, you wait at home, mom will go take a look."

Dongdong frowned, showing a little dissatisfaction: "I want to go too."

Shen Qingyue said loudly and clearly with determination in her eyes.

"Dongdong, I'll rely on you to guard the house. Mom will be back soon." After saying that, she quickly turned around and walked out of the door without giving Dongdong any more chance to refute.

The night outside is like ink, the old locust trees at the entrance of the village are swaying gently in the breeze, and Shen Qingyue's footsteps are particularly clear on the empty village road.

She didn't walk hastily, but her steps were firm, and every step seemed unusually calm.

Approaching the entrance of the village, a disharmonious figure caught her eye. It was Jiang Mingyuan. His figure looked particularly independent and a bit lonely in the place where the lights did not reach.

Shen Qingyue quickened her pace, and when she got closer, she saw clearly that Jiang Mingyuan's clothes were disheveled, and some areas were even stained with blood.

Shen Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but take two steps forward, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

Her footsteps sounded like disturbing a pool of spring water under the silent night sky, causing ripples to scatter in all directions.

Jiang Mingyuan seemed to feel Shen Qingyue's shock. His slightly slumped figure paused, then suddenly took a step forward and stood firmly in front of her.His hand quickly and gently covered her lips, and whispered: "Shh, don't make any sound."

A trace of fear flashed in Shen Qingyue's eyes, but soon she returned to her usual composure.

Jiang Mingyuan's hand gradually moved away, and his eyes scanned the surroundings, confirming that there was nothing else except the sound of wind and their breathing.

"Hel me home."

Jiang Mingyuan's voice was hoarse than usual, revealing his hidden exhaustion.

Shen Qingyue nodded silently and stretched out her arm to support Jiang Mingyuan.

The two figures moved forward slowly, Shen Qingyue's steps were as gentle as possible, so as not to disturb Dongdong who was not yet asleep in the room.

"Let's take the side door." Shen Qingyue's voice was low and urgent, with a hint of urgency.

Blood... too much blood.

What happened to this man! ?

Jiang Mingyuan's steps paused slightly, his brows not raised, and his usually indifferent face looked a bit unspeakably tired at the moment.

He just nodded slightly and let Shen Qingyue lead.

Shen Qingyue carefully unlocked the door, and the door creaked softly, which seemed to be particularly harsh in the dead of night.

She frowned, but continued to carefully support Jiang Mingyuan through the narrow aisle.

Along the way, the two were silent.

When he arrived in the inner room, Jiang Mingyuan sat down slowly, like a tired traveler finally taking a rest, but his eyes were still closed, as if he was avoiding some difficult facts.

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and said softly to Jiang Mingyuan: "Wait a moment, I'll go see Dongdong."

She walked quietly to Dongdong's room and peeked through the crack in the door.

I saw the child sleeping peacefully, his slight breathing and his little face looking so peaceful under the night light.

After confirming that Dongdong would not be awakened, Shen Qingyue quietly returned to the inner room and began to treat Jiang Mingyuan's wounds.

Although her technique was gentle, Jiang Mingyuan couldn't help but groan. "Be patient, you'll be fine soon."

Shen Qingyue's tone was full of determination and comfort, but she could not hide the slight tremor.

Shen Qingyue's hands looked unusually white under the light, and the fingers were wrapped with bandages, covering the wounds on Jiang Mingyuan's arms.

"What's the matter?"

Her voice did not rise or fall, but there was an imperceptible worry hidden there.

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at her lightly, and the depth of night seemed to be hidden in those eyes.

"I drove all night to transport the goods, and I encountered a thief. I got a little injured in the rush. But nothing was lost, everything is still there."

Shen Qingyue listened silently and did not ask any more questions, but she could not help but feel a little palpitating in her heart.

The gap between her and Jiang Mingyuan has not been reduced because of this, and this small enlightenment does not mean anything.

Her hands paused and continued to bandage him.

"You should be more careful."

His tone was calm as usual, but there was also an almost imperceptible softness.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't speak anymore. His eyes were complicated. Looking at Shen Qingyue's focused profile, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He was calm and at a loss for words when facing Shen Qingyue like this.

After bandaging the wound, Shen Qingyue did not get up immediately, but sat there quietly, seeming to be thinking about something.

The air in the room seemed to have solidified. Although the atmosphere between the two was calm, there was some indescribable tension.

Finally, Jiang Mingyuan broke the silence: "Thank you."

Shen Qingyue nodded lightly and said nothing.

She stood up, moved quietly, regained her calmness and composure, and wrapped herself in a thin shell of ice.

The night got deeper, Shen Qingyue's pupils reflected the sparse starlight outside the window, and the scene of Jiang Mingyuan returning injured was constantly replayed in his mind.

Her heart, unconsciously, began to quietly ripple with worry.

She was sitting on the bedside, the medical supplies in her hands were put aside, and the gauze and medicine bottles that were still warm just now were lying there quietly.

That's it.

There was nothing he could do to help him...

She gently exhaled a long breath and whispered to herself: "What happened tonight is too dangerous."

Jiang Mingyuan's voice sounded outside the door: "You should also go to bed early."

The tone contained the alienation unique to a cold man, but there was a trace of imperceptible concern.

Shen Qingyue didn't respond. She didn't want Jiang Mingyuan to see that she was strange.

She lay down, her eyelids finally closing like two heavy fallen leaves.

Under the dim light, her face looked peaceful and calm, but the waves in her heart were constantly surging.

Are you crazy? !
You actually care about a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children like that? !
Yes, this was the first time she was worried about Jiang Mingyuan.

Shen Qingyue gradually fell asleep amid conflicts and struggles, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

Unknown to him, Jiang Mingyuan stood quietly outside the door for a long time. Finally, he sighed softly, turned around and returned to his room.

(End of this chapter)