A Beloved Wife in Marriage

Lin Qingqian had married that man called Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yanshen’s lips curled up as he sneered. “The name Jiang Yanshen is written on our marriage certificate. Do you need me to show it to you?”

Her gaze landed on his hand that was holding Lin Qingqian’s wrist, and his gaze was instantly as sharp as a blade.

Before Han Liubai could speak, Jiang Yanshen’s exquisite facial features were filled with impatience. He took a big step forward and looked into his eyes. He leaned over and carried Lin Qingqian horizontally.

He forced Han Liubai to let go.

Lin Qingqian’s empty eyes stared at the man hugging her. It was clearly the same face, the same body…

But it was so obviously different that she could tell that he was not that same person.

He was not the one who said, “Other than you, no one else in this world has ever loved me.”

Seeing that he was about to carry Lin Qingqian away, Han Liubai wanted to chase after her, but Fang Wu turned around and blocked in front of him with a ruthless expression.

He stopped in his tracks and could only watch as Lin Qingqian was carried into the car.

Fang Wu put away his umbrella, turned around, and quickly got into the car. He started the engine and left quickly.

Han Liubai held the umbrella and watched helplessly as the car disappeared into the rain…

The heater in the car was turned on very well, but Lin Qingqian still felt very cold. A steady stream of coldness surged out of her heart, and she curled up into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Yanshen glanced at her disdainfully. After hesitating for a moment, he unbuttoned his suit and took it off before throwing it at her head very gently.

Lin Qingqian moved her stiff fingers, pulled off her coat that was filled with an unfamiliar smell, and turned to look at the face in the dark.

Fang Wu didn’t drive the car to Begonia Courtyard. Instead, he drove to the Jiang residence.

Jiang Yanshen pushed open the car door and got out. When he turned around and saw that she was still sitting in the car without moving, he frowned slightly. “Why aren’t you getting out of the car? Are you waiting for me to carry you out?”

The moment he spoke, Lin Qingqian’s heart seemed to be pierced by something, and pain spread to her limbs and bones.

Fang Wu got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Lin Qingqian hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car. She looked up and saw the Jiang residence’s door open. There were two servants standing at the door with respectful expressions.

Perhaps it was because her movements were slow, but Jiang Yanshen was getting impatient from waiting. He walked up to her, grabbed her slender wrist, and strode into the house.

When they passed by the door, he instructed, “All of you, you’re dismissed. No one is allowed to come up.”

“Yes, Sir.” The servants tactfully returned to their rooms.

Lin Qingqian was pulled all the way to the second floor by him. When she reached the entrance of the greenhouse, he stopped and turned to look at her. “Now you believe me. I’m the real Jiang Yanshen.”

Lin Qingqian blinked and looked at him without saying anything. She pulled her hand out of his palm.

Jiang Yanshen’s cold gaze swept across her hand. His thin lips curled up in disdain as he mocked, “Don’t wear that sad look as if your husband has died.

I’m still alive.”

Lin Qingqian’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and her tightly pursed lips relaxed. The smell of blood filled her mouth as she said hoarsely, “I’m very tired and want to rest.”

She then turned to leave.

Jiang Yanshen frowned and stepped forward to grab her hand, pushing her against the glass door.

Lin Qingqian was stunned. She reacted and wanted to push him away. “What are you doing? Let go of me!”

Jiang Yanshen grabbed her thin shoulders with both hands and licked the corner of his lips impatiently. His voice was tense. “Lin Qingqian, don’t you understand?”

Lin Qingqian paused and stared at him in confusion.

“The first person you saw here and the one who smiled at you, the person you fell in love with at first sight, that’s me.”

Lin Qingqian’s breathing stopped. The hand that wanted to push him away suddenly lost its strength and fell to her side. Her dry voice said in disbelief, “You, what did you say?

“The person you fell in love with at first sight is me, not Jiang Yan.” His hand that was holding her shoulder loosened as he turned his head to gaze at the scene of vibrant flowers in the greenhouse. A trace of gentle and unguarded affection flashed in the depths of his shadowy eyes.

“The first time I saw you was in this greenhouse. You were wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. The plain white shoes on your feet were washed until they were almost torn.”

The way he looked at her was filled with mockery, and his thin lips curled up slightly. “Lin Qingqian, you’re really stupid. You can’t even tell who the person you fell in love with at first sight is.”

Lin Qingqian felt that her entire world was about to collapse. All her memories and knowledge had been overturned and denied in just a few hours.

Everything she had seen and heard all these years was fake.

For a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming. When she woke up from the dream, Ah Yan was still Ah Yan, Jiang Xiao Jiu was still Jiang Xiao Jiu, and nothing had changed.

When Jiang Yanshen saw that her face was as pale as a female ghost, he trembled unconsciously and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

His throat moved a few times as he took a few deep breaths and said, “Although you’re the woman Jiang Yan married for me, as long as you’re obedient, the position of Madam Jiang will still be yours.”

After a pause, he added in disdain, “In any case, I don’t really like any woman. It’s the same no matter who I marry.”

Lin Qingqian lowered her eyes and did not speak, as if she did not hear anything.

Seeing that she was still like a block of wood and didn’t react, Jiang Yanshen frowned, his handsome features filled with impatience. “Forget it, rest first.” With that, he turned around and walked downstairs.

Lin Qingqian finally looked up and turned to look at his back. A tear rolled down her face and she suddenly smiled. “…Madam Jiang.”

Her voice was filled with self-mockery.

What kind of Madam Jiang was she? And whose Madam Jiang was she?

What did these two Jiang Yanshen think of her?

An idiot?

Was it fun to play with her like this?

When Jiang Yanshen went downstairs, Fang Wu had already changed into wet clothes, but his hair was still dripping wet. He called out respectfully, “Mr.

Jiang. ”

Jiang Yanshen nodded coldly and instructed him, “Get someone to keep an eye on her and monitor her phone. Don’t let her speak nonsense outside.”

Fang Wu nodded. ‘Yes, Mr. Jiang.”

Seeing that he was about to go out, he immediately held up the umbrella. “Mr. Jiang, are you going out?”

“1942.”

Lin Qingqian did not stay in the Jiang residence for long and asked the servant to call Chen Mu to pick her up.

She did not like being in the Jiang residence. There were too many memories in the Jiang residence that she did not want to remember, especially… the memories of the greenhouse.

That was originally the best part of her memory, but after hearing Jiang Xiao Jiu’s words, she felt that it was the most unbearable part.

It turned out that the love at first sight she had always thought of was a joke.

The boy who tempted her with a single glance was Jiang Xiao Jiu, but she had chased after Jiang Yanshen for four years.

No wonder Jiang Yanshen rarely smiled at her. No wonder every time she said that she liked him, he would reveal an incomprehensible expression.

The bathtub was filled with hot water. Lin Qingqian lay in the bathtub without even taking off her clothes.

The warm water was driving away the coldness in her body bit by bit. She looked up at the bath lamp on the ceiling in a daze. An image suddenly appeared in her mind. —You, are you still Jiang Yanshen?

—What if… I say no?

It turned out that he had told her a long, long time ago that he was not Jiang Yanshen. She was too stupid to have never realized it.

Perhaps it was because the light was too dazzling, but it hurt her eyes. She raised her watery hand to cover her eyes…

Clear water kept flowing out from between her fingers.

1942, private room.

Jiang Yanshen sat on the sofa and drank a glass of wine, his cold and good-looking eyebrows relaxed.

He had pretended to be Jiang Xiao Jiu for so long. He could finally be his real self. This feeling was really good.

With Jiang Chongjing gone and Li Guilan in prison, all the people he hated had disappeared. This feeling was too comfortable.

Just as he was enjoying this moment of victory and freedom, the door of the private room was pushed open and Ming Xiao walked in in her high heels.

She couldn’t help but hold her breath when she saw the man on the sofa.

It was undeniable that the man in front of her was really the chosen one. Just his face alone made it difficult for women not to be tempted. Compared to the previous Jiang Yan, this living and evil Jiang Yanshen was even more tempting.

“Congratulations, you’ve finally become yourself again.” Ming Xiao walked to his side and sat down. She took the initiative to pick up the cup on the table and poured herself a glass of wine.

Jiang Yanshen glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, his thin lips stained with the lustrous luster of alcohol.

Ming Xiao clinked glasses with him, the admiration in her eyes undisguised.

“Next, it’s time for you to settle the divorce procedures with Lin Qingqian.”

Jiang Yanshen took a sip of whiskey and his thin lips curled up slightly. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

Ming Xiao placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled evilly. “What do you think?”

Jiang Yanshen lowered his long eyelashes to hide the fleeting emotions in his eyes. He calmly removed her hand from his body.

“I’ve just regained control of my body. I still have a lot of things to deal with.”

Ming Xiao’s pupils constricted slightly as she probed, “Don’t tell me you can’t bear to part with that woman?

Jiang Yanshen looked at her disdainfully and said in a cold and disdainful tone,

“How can that be? How can I fancy the woman that idiot married!”

Ming Xiao heaved a sigh of relief. “Then I’ll wait for your good news.”

Jiang Yanshen clinked glasses with her and drank it all in one gulp. When he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, he looked at her with disdain as if he was looking at an ant.

The rain last night seemed to have washed away the lead in this city, and the clear air was filled with the smell of nature.

When Lin Qingqian went downstairs, her face was pale, and her dark circles were very heavy. Even her foundation could not hide them.

The auntie said with concern, “Madam, you don’t look good. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to see a doctor?”

“No need, I just didn’t sleep well,” Lin Qingqian said. Her voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be a ball of fire burning in her throat.

The auntie brought over breakfast. It was Lin Qingqian’s favorite shredded chicken porridge and tea eggs.

When she saw the tea egg, Lin Qingqian’s eyes dimmed. She couldn’t help but recall how she had forced Ah Yan to eat a boiled egg every day and even knocked it on his head every time.

“Madam, is the breakfast not to your liking?” The auntie asked curiously when she saw that she did not move.

Lin Qingqian came back to her senses and shook her head. She picked up the spoon and had just taken a sip of the shredded chicken porridge when she suddenly felt nauseous…

She got up and ran to the washroom..