Chapter 27 She called him "husband" again.
The man stopped walking, but the air was deathly still.
Jin Qingyu looked at Jiang Xingyao; her pupils seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark mist, making it impossible for him to discern what she was thinking.
Jin Qingyu warned in a cold voice, "Secretary Jiang moved in thanks to you, so don't be too hostile towards her."
Jiang Xingyao sneered: "Bringing the mistress into the bridal chamber and not letting the wife get angry, President Jin really has a big face."
I…"
Before Jiang Xingyao could finish speaking, a crisp sound came from outside, mixed with a woman's somewhat frightened cry.
Jin Qingyu glanced at Jiang Xingyao: "You can say whatever your opinion is about me later. Don't always take it out on innocent people."
This time, he gave Jiang Xingyao no chance to speak and slammed the door shut as he left.
Innocent?
Jiang Xingyao gave a cold smile.
She followed Jin Qingyu out the door and stood on the second-floor railing, looking down. Jiang Cancan, sitting on the sofa, was directly below her.
Before her lay shards of glass, and her fingers were cut and bleeding.
Jin Qingyu rushed over to find the first-aid kit to treat her wounds.
Jiang Cancan was gentle and weak, her movements seemed to be both pushing and refusing, and also like wanting to refuse but welcoming.
As if sensing Jiang Xingyao's presence, she slightly raised her head and looked over. A cold smile appeared on Jiang Xingyao's lips, and she immediately let go of the water glass she was holding.
With a woman's scream, the cup smashed right in front of Jiang Cancan, and the shards of glass pierced the corner of her eye, almost going in.
All of this happened so fast that there was no time to react. Jiang Cancan covered half of her face in horror and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.
Jin Qingyu looked up at Jiang Xingyao. The woman, who was holding onto the railing, smiled brightly and was not afraid of his gaze at all. She shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Sorry, honey, my hand slipped."
Jiang Xingyao rarely calls Jin Qingyu "husband".
She was shy, and even in the heat of the moment, when Jin Qingyu asked her to moan, she would blush and almost never moan.
But now…
Looking at her somewhat arrogant smile, Jin Qingyu could easily tell that she was deliberately provoking him.
Jin Qingyu just stared at her, not snapping out of his daze for a moment.
It was only when Jiang Cancan, standing beside him, called out softly in a wronged tone that his attention was drawn back.
As soon as Jin Qingyu turned his head, he saw the wound at the corner of Jiang Cancan's eye. The wound was too close to her eye and too dangerous.
He looked up again, intending to reprimand Jiang Xingyao, but saw that the woman standing by the railing had already gone back into the house.
The only thing visible was a tightly closed bedroom door.
"Mr. Jin, my sister seems angry. Maybe I should leave," Jiang Cancan said softly.
Jin Qingyu looked at her injuries: "Where can you go? Your sister..."
She really went too far today. I apologize on her behalf. I'll explain everything to her. Just stay here and relax; we'll talk again once your family matters are resolved.
"Is it okay?" Jiang Cancan asked, "But what about my sister..."
Mr. Jin, please don't bother my sister with my matter. She's always like this, and I'm used to it.
Don't let this small matter affect your relationship.
"No," Jin Qingyu said, taking a first-aid kit and pushing it over. "Take care of your wound first."
Jiang Cancan responded sullenly, her head down as she applied the medicine, glancing at Jin Qingyu out of the corner of her eye from time to time.
The man sat on the other sofa, smoking, his expression somewhat indifferent.
She noticed Jin Qingyu's gaze, glancing upstairs every now and then, looking at the closed bedroom door.
Her gaze darkened, and Jiang Cancan suddenly gasped, "Mr. Jin, I think I got disinfectant in my eyes. Could you take a look?"
"I'll go call Aunt Lin," Jin Qingyu replied casually.
Jiang Cancan's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.
After handing Jiang Cancan over to Lin Ma, Jin Qingyu got up and went upstairs, with Jiang Cancan's gaze fixed on him the whole time.
Noticing that he was heading towards the study instead of the master bedroom, she suddenly asked, "Mr. Jin, is my sister still unwilling to share a room with you?"
Jiang Cancan's question was strange, but Jin Qingyu's expression darkened considerably.
Lin's mother said, "Miss Jiang, you're overthinking it. The husband and wife have always had a good relationship; they just had a little disagreement today."
Jiang Cancan frowned, looking at Lin Ma with some surprise. She remembered that Jiang Xingyao and this maid were not good people.
Lin's mother also looked at Jiang Cancan with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
She previously disagreed with her husband's decision to divorce because she genuinely felt that her husband treated her fairly well, better than any of the employers she had encountered before.
But now, the man has brought the other woman home, and I hear she's going to stay there permanently.
Since they were both women, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the wife.
When Jin Qingyu heard Lin Ma's words, he only paused slightly, but did not refute them.
As the study door closed, Jiang Cancan said, "Aunt Lin, thank you for your help these next few days. I won't bother you for too long. Once my sister lets me off the hook, I'll..."
"Is Miss Jiang very afraid of Madam?" Lin Ma asked.
“My sister has had a bad temper since she was little, and she was spoiled at home, so I…” Jiang Cancan didn’t say it outright, but just acted aggrieved in a soft and weak way, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn’t.
Lin's mother said, "If you were really afraid of your wife, you wouldn't have moved into her marital home."
Ignoring Jiang Cancan's surprised expression, Lin Ma said businesslike, "Miss Jiang, your room is over here."
Jiang Cancan's expression wasn't good. She glanced at Lin Ma, but in the end, she didn't say anything.
After settling Jiang Cancan in, Lin Ma took the dried fruit upstairs and gently knocked on the master bedroom door: "Madam, are you asleep?"
Jiang Xingyao opened the door and let Lin Ma in: "What's wrong?"
Lin's mother still looked a little embarrassed: "I saw that you bought hawthorn cake that day, and I thought you might want to eat something sour. Since things outside are not healthy, I made some dried apricots myself for you to try."
When Jiang Xingyao returned, she saw Lin Ma tidying up these things, and she didn't expect that they were prepared for her.
Perhaps because of her pregnancy, she has been craving sour foods lately, and she didn't expect that Lin's mother would notice such a small thing.
The dried apricots weren't dried yet; they still looked a bit sticky.
Noticing Jiang Xingyao's gaze, Lin Ma explained, "It's been a little short, the leaves aren't fully dried yet. Madam, please try them first."
Actually, it wouldn't make a difference if she waited a little longer; she could have waited until it was completely dried before giving it to Jiang Xingyao.
But today her husband brought people home, and she felt that her wife must be feeling bad.
She has a daughter of similar age to her wife, and when something like this happens, it always reminds her of her daughter.
As Jiang Xingyao listened to Lin Ma's words, a pang of tenderness welled up in her heart.
She had always thought that Lin Ma was on Jin Qingyu's side, but she never expected that in Xiyuan, the only person who noticed that she was in a bad mood was Lin Ma.
Jiang Xingyao had no appetite, but still ate a dried apricot.
Lin's mother called Jiang Xingyao out for breakfast this morning. Jin Qingyu had already left, and Jiang Cancan was still sitting downstairs.
Lin Ma muttered softly, "Mr. Jin said she was frightened and needs to rest first. She'll stay at Xiyuan today. Madam, if you don't want to see her, I'll bring your meal up."
"No need," Jiang Xingyao said.
Jiang Cancan was sitting so conspicuously in the living room so early in the morning, obviously waiting for her. If she didn't come down, Jiang Cancan might think that she was scared.
Today's breakfast is vegetable and pork liver congee.
Ever since Jin Qingyu discovered that Jiang Xingyao was taking folic acid tablets, blood-nourishing ingredients have been a regular part of their family's dining table.
Next to Jiang Xingyao's seat, Lin's mother thoughtfully placed a few dried apricots.
Jiang Xingyao glanced gratefully at Lin Ma before taking a seat.
She ignored Jiang Cancan.
Jiang Cancan spoke first: "Sister, I'm sorry, yesterday when President Jin heard that I had an accident, he insisted that I come to Xiyuan before he felt at ease. I hope I didn't bother you?"
Jiang Xingyao said, "How could it be a bother? It just so happens that Lin's mother has been working too hard lately, and your arrival can help her out."
"What did you say?" Jiang Cancan wondered if she had misheard.
Jiang Xingyao put down her bowl: "Why are you so surprised? You went to all this trouble to move in, just because you're tired of being a secretary and want to be my husband's personal maid?"
He's not here today, so please clean his room.
"I…"
"What, you have other plans? I heard Jiang Yuncheng is going to marry you off. What do you think would happen if he knew you were here..."
Jiang Cancan's expression changed, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.
Although what she said yesterday was a bit exaggerated, Jiang Yuncheng did indeed have the idea of marrying her off.
Jiang Cancan felt annoyed just thinking about it.
No matter how many men Jiang Yuncheng dated, they could never compare to Jin Qingyu.
She is now...
How could I possibly go back to get married?
Jiang Xingyao asked, "So? Have you made up your mind?"
“I’ll do it,” Jiang Cancan said.
She could certainly ask Jin Qingyu to help him fend off Jiang Yuncheng, but such favors are rare and precious; compared to that, it's better to…
Jiang Cancan glanced at Jiang Xingyao with an inscrutable expression.
Jiang Xingyao ignored her and said directly to Lin Ma, "Secretary Jiang will do the house cleaning today, so Lin Ma, you can rest."
Jiang Xingyao didn't care what Jiang Cancan's expression was; all she wanted was for Jiang Cancan to make a scene.
After finishing her meal, Jiang Xingyao went out and arranged to meet the private investigator at the restaurant.
Before the person arrived, she saw Jin Yanzhou, who was carrying a woman upstairs.
The woman's figure seemed familiar; she looked like Shen Ying.
Jiang Xingyao frowned. Jin Yanzhou was no good. She still owed the Shen siblings a favor. If it really was Shen Ying, she had to give her a warning.
Jiang Xingyao hesitated for a moment, but still followed him upstairs.
But when she came up, all she saw was an empty corridor.
Jiang Xingyao was a little disappointed and was about to go back when a familiar voice sounded behind her: "Miss Jiang, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."
It was Shen Mingsu.
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