Chapter 18 and the divorce letter

Jiang Kangan’s expression twisted almost as soon as Jiang Zhiyu finished speaking.

Knowing that the pain was caused by the wearing off of the anesthetic, Jiang Zhiyu grabbed Jiang Kangan’s legs and massaged them to relieve the pain.

Jiang Kangan bit his lips tightly, and his face turned pale in pain, but he forced himself not to cry out, and only groaned a few times.

Because it was too painful, he had no time to avoid suspicion. After that period, he was sweating all over and looked very frightened.

But Jiang Kangan’s eyes were sparkling and he was very happy.

After five years, he finally felt his legs! If Jiang Zhiyu was not still there, he would have shed tears by now if he had to maintain the stability of being the eldest brother.

[Cry if you want to, the child is quite face-saving.

Jiang Kangan: "..."

He is seventeen years old this year, and his twelve-year-old sister calls him a child in his heart. Jiang Kangan's eyes are empty. Forget it, as long as she is happy. After

a busy day, Master Jiang was also sleepy. She yawned and told Jiang Kangan about the precautions: "The wound cannot be exposed to water for the time being. You should rest in bed for the next few days. Take one pill of this medicine after meals every day. After seven days, you can try to walk."

Jiang Kangan and Ah Fu nodded at the same time. Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand, turned her head like a hermit, and took a step - she almost tripped over the threshold.

Ah Fu supported her almost in a flash.

As soon as he caught her, Ah Fu's eyes dimmed and he looked at Jiang Zhiyu nervously, and then he saw that her eyes were dazed. She

was so sleepy that she was unconscious.

Ah Fu didn't know what to do, and looked for help at Jiang Kang'an who was half leaning on the bed.

"Take her back, don't let anyone else see her."

Ah Fu nodded slightly, and his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

...

After putting Jiang Zhiyu on the bed gently, Ah Fu returned immediately, and he didn't notice that Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes after he left. Jiang

Zhiyu was indeed very sleepy. The surgery and the power of space consumed most of her energy, but when Ah Fu caught her, she forced herself to be alert.

With such a fast reaction speed and such a body movement, it is obvious that he is not as simple as an ordinary servant.

Lying on the soft bed, when Jiang Zhiyu fell asleep, she couldn't help thinking: Since Ah Fu is so powerful, why was he tortured to death by that group of people?

She fell asleep, while in Menghua Garden, the lights were still on, which was rare.

Ever since Mrs. Du came into the family and gave birth to Jiang Bojian, Xu Youran had never slept with Jiang Zhaorong again. Because of the guilt in his heart, Jiang Zhaorong didn't say anything, and usually slept at Mrs. Du's place.

To go to Mrs. Du's Cuiwei Pavilion, one must pass by Menghua Garden. Jiang Zhaorong looked at the dim light and his steps were a little hesitant.

He knew that Xu Youran had resentment towards him, and he had thought about reconciling, but as long as Mrs. Du was still there, there would always be a thorn between them.

Mrs. Du gave birth to a daughter for him, and he would never abandon them.

Similarly, he couldn't let go of Xu Youran.

Jiang Zhaorong closed his eyes, and recalled in his mind the time when Xu Youran, with her beautiful smile, called him Ronglang sweetly.

Jiang Zhaorong took a deep breath, lifted his legs and walked in.

Xu Youran was sitting at the table, seemingly writing something. Her eyes were still a little red because of crying. Jiang Zhaorong waved his hand to signal the maids to leave, and he opened his arms and hugged her from behind.

"Kang An got the help of the miracle doctor, which is a great thing. Why are you so sad?"

Xu Youran did not answer, but continued to write.

Jiang Zhaorong glanced at her lightly, and just one glance made him feel cold all over. What

Xu Youran wrote was actually a divorce letter!

Jiang Zhaorong was furious, and in a rage, he picked up a few books on the chopping board and threw them to the ground.

Xu Youran looked at him indifferently: "Why did you come to my place

to act wild?" "I act wild? Do you know what you are doing? Today is a happy day, what are you doing?!"

Jiang Zhaorong pointed at her nose: "Haven't I been tolerant enough these years? Go out and see, who doesn't have several concubines waiting in their house? There is only one Du in my house, why are you so jealous?"

Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, Xu Youran sneered.

"It was you who knelt in front of my house and promised not to take concubines for the rest of your life. Now, am I jealous?"

Xu Youran looked at him stubbornly with tears in her eyes.

Looking at a beauty under the lamp, she is even more beautiful.

Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, tears flowed out, her thin shoulders shook slightly, and she kept making aggrieved sobs.

Jiang Zhaorong's expression softened instantly.

He sighed and hugged Xu Youran in his arms.

"That's not what I meant. I was just too angry when I saw you writing the divorce letter... The promise we made back then will always be valid. I will never want anyone else in my life except you."

"I don't care!" Xu Youran pushed him away: "Let me ask you, do you know who the old lady put in Kang'an's yard?"

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned and shook his head.

Xu Youran's face looked better. She picked up a few pieces of paper from the chopping board and handed them to him: "Look, the people serving in Kang'an's yard are all those thieves. Not only are they lazy on weekdays, but they even dare to bully the master! These are the people your mother arranged for Kang'an's yard!"

Jiang Zhaorong carefully read the words above, and the more he read, the angrier he became.

Who of those who work in the prime minister's mansion is not innocent? But in his eldest son's yard, so many disasters were allowed to happen. What else could it be but targeting him?

No wonder Xu Youran was so angry that she even wanted to divorce him.

Jiang Zhaorong had a miserable look on his face. He looked at Xu Youran with regret and said, "I'll go find mother now. She's old now and can't do it. You'll have to take charge of the feeding in the future."

Having achieved his goal, Xu Youran didn't show any expression.

She just said, "Why don't you go find Mrs. Du? Doesn't the old lady think that she's better than me in everything and wants to make her a co-wife?" He hadn't heard her talk like that in many years. Jiang Zhaorong felt nostalgic and a little novel at the same time. He smiled ingratiatingly, "She's not worthy to compare with you. She's just a concubine."

Xu Youran didn't respond. She tilted her head to look at the paper in Jiang Zhaorong's hand, raised her chin and nodded. Her proud look made Jiang Zhaorong's throat tighten.

"I'll go right away, right away."

The smile on Xu Youran's face disappeared after she saw him walk out of the courtyard.

She wanted this power just to be able to protect her own children. Her old feelings for Jiang Zhaorong also froze into frost in his few short words.

"Yue'er, turn off the lights and lock the courtyard gate."

"Then Prime Minister..."

Yue'er looked at Xu Youran's gaze, lowered her head immediately, and said respectfully: "Yes."

...

The autumn wind was whistling, and the chill was gradually rising.

The next morning, Jiang Zhaorong, with a few scratches on his face, handed the account book and the list of servants in the mansion to Xu Youran.

Because he still had to go to court, he did not stay for long, and simply said a few words and left.

Xu Youran flipped through the directory, pointed with her slender fingers, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.