CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 410

Miss Zhao?

Jiang Nanshu frowned.

They had been living peacefully for three years, so why had Miss Zhao suddenly attempted to kill Xu Xingwan?

And so blatantly at that.

Jiang Nanshu subconsciously felt it wasn’t Miss Zhao.

But Xu Xi said it was found out by Bao Yan’s side.

So she made a call, and Xu Xi quickly answered, "Jiangjiang, I’m here."

Jiang Nanshu got straight to the point, "Where did you get the news from?"

Xu Xi chuckled, "Weren’t you making a statement at the police station last time? I was quite worried about you, so I kept an eye on the progress of Xu Xingwan’s case, and the latest news is from the police. Bao Yan knows as well. I don’t know how he’ll deal with Miss Zhao. After all, she is his wife and carrying his child."

Jiang Nanshu thought that made sense, even if Bao Yan loved Xu Xingwan, he would still take a step back when it came to his own interests.

Xu Xi’s voice was laced with regret, "Ah, it’s a pity, Wanwan is still so young."

"She used to say she wanted to be a TV hostess with me, but she didn’t even finish university."

Jiang Nanshu made no comment, "It’s their own choice. In the face of absolute power, it’s hard to be free."

Perhaps this was the result of incompatible family backgrounds.

In front of Bao Yan, Xu Xingwan had always been the weaker party.

So she chose to yield because it was too exhausting to fight.

And Jiang Nanshu, who had been tormented under Zhou Yanbai for years, never chose to give up, because she thought she had nothing to lose anyway. She feared that yielding would make her feel disgusted inside.

Jiang Nanshu didn’t want to talk about Xu Xingwan anymore.

As for Bao Yan blaming her, she nearly wanted to laugh.

Pushing the matter out of her mind, Jiang Yisen sent her a message.

He asked Jiang Nanshu if Fang Minghe had a new advertisement for her to shoot, and if she would do it.

Jiang Nanshu considered it and agreed, feeling that her days had been too dull and that she needed something to do.

Jiang Yisen told her not to worry about the payment.

Jiang Nanshu wasn’t concerned about Fang Minghe shortchanging her. After all these years, the Fang Group was still using her advertisements, without having hired a new spokesperson.

The five-year-old ad campaign was due for an update.

Later, when Lu Qingyan got off work and came home, Jiang Nanshu told him about it.

Lu Qingyan looked at her with a smile, "If you want to go, go ahead. What would you like to eat tonight? I’ll cook it."

Jiang Nanshu looked around in confusion, "Where are the housekeepers? Why do you have to cook?"

Lu Qingyan, wearing an apron, slowly explained, "They’ve taken leave. I will be cooking for you during this time."

Jiang Nanshu didn’t think much of it, since Lu Qingyan’s cooking was just as good as the housekeepers’, if not particularly more delightful.

Lu Qingyan fried all Jiang Nanshu’s favorite dishes, and since Jiang Nanshu didn’t cook, she helped wash vegetables by his side, making the kitchen atmosphere warm for a moment.

Lu Qingyan was making crispy meat, carefully controlling the heat, while talking to Jiang Nanshu, "We should go back to the old house for dinner tomorrow. Grandfather and my parents are all there."

Jiang Nanshu looked up, "Ah? Visiting your family?"

Lu Qingyan glanced at her calmly, "We’re already married. Now it’s just about discussing the wedding. Never mind them, I’m just going to inform them."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

"Your father..."

"If you don’t want to come into contact with his illness, we don’t have to sit with him," replied Lu Qingyan.

Father Lu had AIDS, which was only transmitted through blood, sexual contact, and breast milk. Other interactions with an AIDS patient typically didn’t pose a significant risk.

But most people, upon hearing someone had this disease, would opt to keep their distance and minimize contact.

Jiang Nanshu shrugged, "I’m fine either way, I’m just afraid your family won’t like me."

Especially since Lu Mother was so adamant, and had even caused a scene a few days ago.

Lu Qingyan looked at Jiang Nanshu and smiled, "As long as I like you, that’s all that matters. Why care about anyone else?"

After things smoothed over with Lu Qingyan, Jiang Nanshu felt that this was what domestic life should be like.

Arguing only caused them both to drift apart.

Hearing Lu Qingyan’s confession made Jiang Nanshu’s face heat up, "Okay then."

The two had a simple dinner.

Lu Qingyan then placed the dishes in the sink to wash them.

Jiang Nanshu stood at the doorway, watching him with eager eyes.

A scion of wealth cooking and washing dishes, Jiang Nanshu had never seen such a sight.

"Where did you learn to cook?" Jiang Nanshu asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Lu Qingyan didn’t look up, "Do I even need to learn? I got it after watching a few times."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

Some things are truly a matter of talent.

And Lu Qingyan had that talent.

He was incredible at everything.

While Jiang Nanshu was clueless about all this.

She touched her nose, "Go ahead and wash, I’m going to shower."

"Mm," he responded lightly.

Half an hour later, Lu Qingyan finally returned to the room.

Jiang Nanshu was looking at the calendar on her phone, realizing that nearly a month had passed since she woke up, and her period hadn’t come at all.

She could only remember that her last period was on the 25th, and the current date was nearing May, making her period three days late.

Lu Qingyan glanced at her but said nothing.

After coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Nanshu was still frowning.

Drying his hair, he asked, "What’s wrong? Did you come across some difficult problem?"

Jiang Nanshu glanced at him; at the moment, he was only wrapped in a towel around his lower half, water dripping from the tips of his hair down his neck all the way to his muscular chest, disappearing below the clearly defined Adonis belt.

Jiang Nanshu quickly looked away, hesitating a moment before asking somewhat sheepishly, "Lu Qingyan, did I get my period during the five years I was in a vegetative state?"

Lu Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yes, as long as a woman is in her reproductive years, she will have them."

"Was it regular?"

Lu Qingyan rubbed his hair to half dry and sat beside Jiang Nanshu, "Sometimes it was on time, other times it was late. What’s this about?"

"I... I think my period is late."

Lu Qingyan thought it was something else and chuckled as he ruffled Jiang Nanshu’s hair, "Don’t worry so much, we always take precautions."

"But... you didn’t last time."

Lu Qingyan raised his eyebrow, "It’s only been just over a week since last time, how could it be possible? Don’t scare yourself."

Lu Qingyan took out an ultra-thin packet from the bedside table, "Let’s try again."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

"We’ve already done it many times yesterday, let’s rest today."

Lu Qingyan embraced her, his hot breath on Jiang Nanshu’s neck, his voice slightly hoarse, "I can’t take it anymore, help me out."

Jiang Nanshu pushed against his chest, "No, I’m really tired."

Lu Qingyan kissed her, "Just once."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

It felt like they were talking at cross purposes.

In the end, she succumbed in this marshland, absurdly until the middle of the night, and only then did Jiang Nanshu get to rest.

The next morning, Lu Qingyan pulled her up, intent on taking her to the old house.