A Beloved Wife in Marriage

Chapter 39: Are You Defending Her?

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Lin Qingqian paused and looked up at him with an indescribable gaze. “Jiang Yanshen, do you know how many times I would have hacked you to death if killing wasn’t illegal?”

She had brought him stomach medicine purely because she did not want anything to happen to him. If Madam Jiang found out about this, she would settle the score with her Aunt.

Jiang Yanshen frowned slightly. His black eyes that stared at her were like the vast night sky, mysterious and distant, as if they contained the endless secrets of humanity.

Lin Qingqian lowered her eyes and continued to apply the medicine for him.

After applying the medicine again and tying a beautiful bow with the gauze and bandages, Lin Qingqian turned around to pack the first aid kit.

Jiang Yanshen frowned and looked at the bow on his arm. His Adam’s apple bobbed a few times but he did not speak.

Until Lin Qingqian stood up and was about to leave, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist…

Lin Qingqian lowered her head to look at the well-defined hand on her wrist. His palm was cold and tightly pressed against her skin. The coolness seeped into her snow-white skin and thin granules appeared.

“Let go!”

“Qianqian, I—” Lin Zhaoyan’s loud voice suddenly came from the door. “Aiyo, you haven’t rested yet. That’s great.”

Lin Qingqian turned around and saw her aunt walk in. She hurriedly shook off Jiang Yanshen’s hand. “Little Aunt, what’s wrong?”

Lin Zhaoyan walked in and glanced at Jiang Yanshen behind her. She said with a smile, “It’s nothing much. It’s just that this is the first time I’ve stayed in such a nice house. I’m not used to it and didn’t sleep well last night. It’s just nice that you’re here. Sleep with Auntie tonight.”

“No.” Jiang Yanshen was the first to speak. He stood up and said nervously, “Auntie, if you’re not used to it, I can…”

Not giving him a chance to finish, Lin Zhaoyan interrupted, “Aiyo, if Qingqian doesn’t sleep with me, are you going to sleep with me?”

Jiang Yanshen: “…”

Lin Qingqian: “…”

Jiang Yanshen sleeping with you? Aunt, you really dare to say that!!

Lin Chaoyan grabbed Lin Qingqian’s hand and said in a non-negotiable tone, “It’s settled then!”

Jiang Yanshen watched helplessly as Lin Qingqian was pulled away, but he could not say anything to stop her. After all, the other party was an elder.

He originally wanted to bring Lin Chaoyan over to make the wedding go smoother, but now, it seemed that the effect was counterproductive!!

… .

When Madam Jiang and Li Ruzhu returned, they saw the mess in the dining room. The butler was kneeling on the glass shards on the ground, and a pool of blood flowed out from under her knees.

“Auntie Li, what’s wrong?” Madam Jiang walked over and asked.

When the housekeeper, Auntie Li, saw her, it was as if she had seen her savior. “Madam, quickly help me plead with the Young Master. If I keep kneeling here, my legs will be crippled!”

Auntie Li was an old butler of the Jiang family and also Madam Jiang’s trusted aide. Seeing that she had been punished so severely, she naturally could not help but go to ask Jiang Yanshen about it.

Li Ruzhu followed behind her.

Madam Jiang walked to the bedroom and knocked on the door. “Yanshen, open the door… Jiang Yanshen…”

Nothing happened in the room for a long time. Just as she was about to knock a second time, the door suddenly opened.

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Jiang Yanshen’s tall figure appeared in front of them. His handsome face was expressionless, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

“What did Auntie Li do wrong? Why did you punish her to kneel on the glass shards?” Madam Jiang questioned firmly.

Jiang Yanshen narrowed his dark eyes and asked in a low and cold voice, “Are you defending her?”

“Of course!” Madam Jiang blurted out. “She’s an old butler of our Jiang family. If nothing unexpected happens, she’ll die in our Jiang family in the future.”

An extremely sarcastic “heh” was squeezed out of Jiang Yanshen’s throat, and his cold voice slowly sounded—