Chapter 22 Wan Wan didn't tell him
Shen Xingjiang's eyes were dark, but he said, "Are you cold? If I hold you tight, you won't be cold."
Jiang Wanwan's peach blossom eyes were full of suspicion: "Why do I feel like there's something wrong with your expression?"
He looked normal, yet there seemed to be murderous intent in him.
It looked like someone was going to be skinned alive.
Shen Xingjiang picked up the quilt and covered the two of them: "You must have seen it wrong, who wrote to you, and what did they say to you?"
Jiang Wanwan coughed twice and said softly, "It's my grandfather. We all call him Master Jiu. He didn't say anything and just told me to take good care of myself."
Shen Xingjiang buried his face in Jiang Wanwan's neck and remained silent for a long time.
Jiang Wanwan put the letter in her notebook, thinking that she would have to burn the letter when she heated the kang tomorrow. Although Shen Xingjiang could not read, Jiu Ye's last words, asking her to kick her man and return to the city to be the daughter of the Jiang family, gave her an inexplicable bad premonition.
My heart is pounding.
Shen Xingjiang: “Yeah.”
Wanwan didn't tell him.
Nothing said.
Wan Wan had her own reasons for doing this, but that damn old man actually wanted to persuade Wan Wan to divorce him. Damn it.
Jiang Lian deserves to die, and the old man deserves to die even more.
Jiang Wanwan's neck was itchy from his stubble. She hid back and rubbed his head with a smile: "I'm a little sleepy, let's go to sleep."
He started doing it as soon as he came back, and they worked for most of the night, and she was already exhausted.
Shen Xingjiang went down to the ground and blew out the lights, then held Jiang Wanwan in his arms with great strength, causing Jiang Wanwan's bones to ache: "Xingjiang, loosen up a bit, my arm hurts."
Shen Xingjiang relaxed the strength of his arms, and Jiang Wanwan felt comfortable. She turned over to face him, hugged his waist and closed her eyes.
Jiang Wanwan thought that Shen Xingjiang had gone out when she woke up the next day, but the iron bell of the brigade's harvest rang. Jiang Wanwan was about to get up with her aching arm, when an arm stretched out from behind and dragged her back.
Her back hit a warm, hard chest, and something poked her from behind.
Jiang Wanwan: “…”
Young people are full of energy.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Shen Xingjiang's voice was a little tired: "Go back tomorrow, you can rest at home, I will take your place at work today."
After saying that, he lifted the quilt and put on his clothes, washed up simply, tucked the quilt tightly, and did not forget to kiss Jiang Wanwan before leaving.
Jiang Wanwan hadn't slept in for a long time since the harvest began. She hugged her quilt and slept soundly. She woke up around nine o'clock, yawned, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
The potatoes were warming in the big pot. She ate two pieces with soybean paste, wiped her mouth, and took the notebook to go to the educated youth point.
When Jiang Wanwan came, Jiang Lian was lying on the kang with gauze wrapped around her head. The wound was painful, and applying medicine would easily leave a scar, so she didn't apply medicine. She endured the pain, lying on the kang, humming weakly.
"Jiang Lian."
Jiang Wanwan's voice suddenly appeared, and Jiang Lian was so scared that she sat up. She was afraid that Jiang Wanwan would go crazy and hit someone.
Jiang Lian hugged the quilt and looked at Jiang Wanwan defensively, as if guarding against a mad dog: "What do you want to do? I'm telling you, Jiang Wanwan, I spared you yesterday for your mother's sake. Don't make me angry, or we will be in a mess."
Jiang Wanwan snorted coldly and sat down on the edge of the kang. When she sat down, a small yellow leather notebook slipped out of her trouser pocket.
Jiang Lian saw it with her sharp eyes, what was that?
It looked like a notebook, even older than the one Song Xiangwu gave her.
Jiang Wanwan asked: "Where is my mother?"
Jiang Lian stared at the things in Jiang Wanwan's pocket: "I don't know."
She pointed at what was in Jiang Wanwan's pocket: "Cousin, what do you have in your pocket?"
Jiang Wanwan pretended to be startled, holding the notebook in her pocket tightly with her hand, panicking: "Nothing."
Jiang Lian didn't believe it: "Take it out and show it to me."
Seeing that she had taken the bait, Jiang Wanwan held the things in her pockets tighter and faced her cautiously.
"It's nothing really. My mother is not here, so I'll leave first." Jiang Wanwan stood up and was about to leave.
Jiang Lian called Jiang Wanwan and said, "Wait a minute, do you have the Jiang family's treasure appraisal notebook in your pocket?"
She knew that Song Xiangwu gave birth to Jiang Wanwan and Jiang Jun, so there was no way she would give her the real treasure appraisal note, so she never took the note seriously.
God helped her, Jiang Wanwan actually brought the truth to her.
How do I get the real notebook back now?
Jiang Lian thought about it for a long time and felt a headache. She didn't know since when, her brain became unstable, especially since last night, when the pain was unbearable.
She naturally didn't know that if Jiang Wanwan stayed with Shen Xingjiang, the side effects of the fate change would be stopped. She subconsciously linked the headache to the injury on her head and didn't think much about it.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Lian came up with a solution.
"Wan Wan, I have something to tell you. If there is a notebook in your pocket, it must be a fake!"
Jiang Lian didn't care that she was only wearing pajamas. She lifted the quilt and got up. Dizzily, she took out a yellow notebook from her luggage. The notebook was very similar to the one in Jiang Wanwan's pocket.
Jiang Lian held up the note in her hand: "Wanwan, look, the one in your pocket is fake, the one in my sister's hand is the real one. If you don't believe me, look, the handwriting on the note is all uncle's."
She opened the notebook and saw Jiang Beiwang's handwriting inside.
Jiang Wanwan looked at the familiar handwriting and felt her eyes burning. It was her father's handwriting.
The Jiang family specializes in making porcelain, and they lived a wealthy life when she was a child. When she was very young, her father held her on his lap and made this notebook. She recognized it at a glance, because this was the one written by her father himself.
Jiang Wanwan sneered: "I beat you yesterday, are you so kind to tell me whether it's true or not?"
She took out what was in her pocket, opened the notebook, and deliberately revealed the red seal on the last page: "Mine has my father's seal, so mine is the real one!"
When Jiang Lian saw the seal, she became even more certain that what Jiang Wanwan had in her hand was the real thing.
But she didn't say that: "Wan Wan, I reflected on it yesterday. It was my fault. You deserved to hit me. Even if you didn't come, I would have gone to apologize to you. But you have to believe me. Although yours has a seal, it is fake. Your mother said it herself. Second uncle was afraid that the notebook would be stolen, so he made a fake one to confuse people."
"Don't learn bad things by looking at fakes every day. It's not a small matter to find a bargain and appraise treasures. If you miss one, the loss may be hundreds or thousands. How can I lie to you?"
Jiang Wanwan pretended to be skeptical: "Really?"
Seeing her expression relax, Jiang Lian stepped forward and snatched the note from Jiang Wanwan's hand, throwing it into her hands. She stroked the note greedily, "Of course it's real."
Jiang Wanwan finally felt relieved when she received the authentic letter left by her father.
She pretended to be grateful: "Thank you, cousin. I was stingy before and felt that my mother had become your mother. I always hated you in my heart. I didn't expect you to help me so much. Cousin, the Buddha said that if you send someone away, you should send them to the west. You also know that the family I married into is poor and I haven't eaten good food for a long time. Can you give me some money and some tickets?"
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