"So you're worried that if my mom dresses up too beautifully, that guy will pursue her?"
Jiang Yue wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and could only force herself to hold it in.
Mr. Jiang nodded, "You have no idea how insidious that person is. He's always trying to curry favor with your mother, and he's always trying to slander me in front of her, sow discord between us, and send your mother gifts all the time..."
Jiang's father was too embarrassed to say this to his daughter. "The man is just like a male vixen."
Jiang Yue watched as her father grew angrier and angrier, clearly having suffered quite a few losses at the hands of the other party.
"But I think my mom and you have a good relationship."
She said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Jiang's father raised his eyebrows smugly, "That's because I know how to make your mother happy."
Jiang Yue almost burst out laughing. "I understand. I'll try my best to do what you say, but if my mom doesn't listen to me, there's nothing I can do. You can't blame me then."
"Don't worry, as long as you don't specifically suggest that your mother dress up, she will never dress herself up nicely. I know your mother too well. Her mind is only on home and school. She has no problem doing academic research, but she simply doesn't know how to dress herself up."
Jiang's father knows his daughter-in-law too well. Shen Min doesn't care about her clothes at all, as long as they are suitable and clean. Before Jiang Yue came back, it was Jiang's father and grandmother who bought her clothes.
Since Jiang Yue returned, most of Shen Min's clothes have been made by Jiang Yue and Yao Hua.
"Okay, I know what to do."
Jiang Yue nodded and returned the money in her hand to her father.
"This money is your own savings, right? You give every penny of your salary to my mother, so it must not have been easy for you to save this much. You should take it back; I have money."
She and Huahua are now the main breadwinners in the family.
"Your money is your money, this is for my wife to spend."
Jiang's father was certain he wouldn't get the money back. After giving Jiang Yue his instructions, he kicked her out of the study. It was getting late, and he needed to get ready for work.
As Jiang Yue came out of the study, she reached out and touched her shoulder. Her shoulder had been getting more and more painful in the study, and in just a short while, it was back to the same level of pain.
Jiang Yue quickly gripped the ring on her hand and began to silently recite the mantra.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Jiang Yue silently chanted for two minutes before the pain in her shoulder gradually began to subside.
"Yueyue."
Yao Hua came in from outside and saw Jiang Yue standing motionless at the top of the stairs. She walked over and looked at her suspiciously, asking, "Yueyue, what are you doing standing here?"
"..."
Jiang Yue smiled. "I was just about to go upstairs when I suddenly felt like I'd forgotten something, so I stood here and thought about it."
"Have you remembered anything?" Yao Hua asked. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Hmm." Jiang Yue nodded, then changed the subject, asking Yao Hua, "Why did you come back so quickly? How is Political Commissar Yu?"
When asked about the political commissar's condition, Yao Hua quickly replied, "The doctor said his leg injury wasn't serious. He was observed overnight and could be discharged. He just needed to rest at home for a few days. He's already been discharged and gone to the regimental headquarters. I came back in his car."
Jiang Yue was relieved to find that Political Commissar Yu was alright.
"Then you rest for a bit. I'll go to the kitchen to get Lu Jingnian a glass of water and take it upstairs. We'll be leaving in a little while."
After Jiang Yue finished speaking, she quickly went to the kitchen.
Yao Hua frowned as she watched Jiang Yue's retreating figure.
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she feel like Yueyue left in a hurry?
Jiang Yue had no idea what Yao Hua was thinking. Her chanting had been interrupted, and the pain that had just eased had returned.
Clutching her shoulder, Jiang Yue looked at the water poured into the cup and felt like crying.
No wonder Master said that cultivation requires a quiet environment.
Carrying her water cup, Jiang Yue deliberately walked a little slower as she went upstairs, silently reciting a mantra in her mind.
When Jiang Yue returned to the bedroom with the water, she saw Lu Jingnian sitting on the bed reading a book.
Why aren't you asleep?
Jiang Yue walked over with a glass of water, her gaze falling on Lu Jingnian's forehead. "Is your wound hurting again? Why are you sweating so much on your forehead?"
After putting down her water glass, Jiang Yue quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from Lu Jingnian's forehead.
"I slept for a while, but woke up because I felt a bit hot."
Lu Jingnian took the water Jiang Yue handed him and drank a sip.
"Don't worry, my wound doesn't hurt anymore, really!"
That would be a lie!
Jiang Yue is well aware of how much pain she is in right now.
As if she believed Lu Jingnian's words, Jiang Yue raised her hand and touched his face. "It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore. Drink your water and sleep for a while. I'm going to the restroom."
"Um."
Lu Jingnian nodded obediently.
Jiang Yue ignored him and quickly went to the restroom.
After entering the bathroom, she immediately closed the door, gripped the ring in her hand, and began to silently recite the mantra.
In the bedroom.
After Jiang Yue entered the restroom, Lu Jingnian put down the book in his hand and frowned in pain.
The wound had stopped hurting this morning, but it started hurting again now.
Lu Jingnian got up and opened the drawer under his desk. Just as he took out the painkillers, he suddenly felt that the pain in his shoulder was gradually lessening.
He looked at the painkillers in his hand, his brows furrowing even more.
Could there really be something wrong with my body?
Although he knew he was facing a life-threatening ordeal, the old Taoist priest told him before he left that a glimmer of hope had appeared in his ordeal and gave him a copper coin, saying that his ordeal might be averted this time.
Originally resigned to his fate, after hearing the old Taoist's words, he made ample preparations for the mission he would soon be undertaking.
He couldn't die, nor did he want to. He had promised Yueyue that he would grow old with her. There were still many things he wanted to do with Yueyue, and the daughter he had always wanted had not yet been born. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he absolutely could not allow himself to die.
But what if he really has a health problem?
The wound on his shoulder was gradually healing, but Lu Jingnian's complexion was getting worse and worse.
Jiang Yue, who was hiding in the bathroom and chanting incantations, was unaware of Lu Jingnian's thoughts. She had been chanting for seven or eight minutes, and the pain in her shoulder had lessened by about half.
After reading for a few more minutes, Jiang Yue felt that the pain in her shoulder could be ignored as much as possible. She then straightened her clothes, washed her hands, opened the door, and went out.
Outside, Lu Jingnian had returned to bed, lying on his side with his eyes closed, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or not.
Jiang Yue walked over, glanced at him, gently kissed his forehead, and softly gave him some advice.
"I'm going out now. My brother will be back soon. I already told him that he's not going out today. If you're not feeling well, just call him."
Lu Jingnian opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yue, then pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?" Jiang Yue asked, puzzled, seeing his expression.
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