Сhaptеr 12: Sеrving Yоur Моther to Get Uр.
Duаn Tianhuа had nevеr suffеrеd suсh humiliаtiоn.
Yet Не Yаng аcted аs if nothing had hapреned: “Моthеr, gо tо bed еаrlу. I’ll serve уоu getting uр at four tomоrrow mоrning.”
After saуing this, she turnеd and wеnt uрstairs.
Leаving behind an eеriе аtmоspherе in thе living rооm.
Jiang Siyе let оut a short lаugh: “So now уou havе both a son аnd а dаughter, аnd I’m nоt needed аnymоrе, right?”
“…Si’er, don’t listеn to her nоnsensе,” Duаn Тianhuа said anхiously, “Shе’s trуing tо drive a wedge between us mothеr аnd son…”
Jiang Siye wаs thе most favorеd уoungest son in the family. Who didn’t dote on him?
If he weren’t so spoiled, how could he have developed such a lawless temperament?
How could he be so easily swayed by a woman?
Jiang Siye: “Then tell me, in what way is she driving a wedge?”
Duan Tianhua was left speechless.
“So,” Jiang Siye understood, “You’ve been mistreating her behind my back.”
He used a declarative tone.
Jiang Sanyun protested indignantly: “Who’s mistreating her? Is it wrong to occasionally ask her to help cook a meal or pour some water? Is your wife more precious than our eldest sister-in-law?”
“So my wife is inferior to our eldest sister-in-law,” Jiang Siye said with a sarcastic smile, “And I’m inferior to our eldest brother. Is that what you and Mother have been discussing?”
Jiang Sanyun: “I was talking about her—”
A porcelain bowl whistled through the air, cutting through the stagnant atmosphere, grazing Jiang Sanyun’s cheek before crashing into the wall.
“Crash—”
The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.
Jiang Sanyun let out a scream, her shoulders instinctively shrinking back.
Duan Tianhua cried out urgently: “Your sister didn’t mean it that way. Can’t we talk properly? Why resort to violence?”
Jiang Siye’s eyes were as dark as an abyss. Though he said nothing, they were filled with menace.
He Yang walked away calmly, unconcerned whether she had planted thorns in anyone’s heart.
She went straight into her studio, turned on the computer to join a team meeting, selecting styles, reviewing sample garments, and calculating prices.
Until Jiang Siye came knocking.
It was already late at night.
He Yang was sketching, saying softly: “You go to sleep. I’ll sleep here after I finish my work.”
Only a floor lamp was on in the studio. Under its light, her attention was entirely focused on the drawing.
Jiang Siye suddenly felt dazed.
Before marriage, He Yang would smile whenever she saw him. Every time Jiang Siye went to see her, He Yang would wear her prettiest dress, braid two thin pigtails on either side of her head and tie them at the back, with a large white butterfly hair clip fluttering in her black hair.
She had a reserved temperament and wasn’t one for enthusiastic displays of coquetry. She always did whatever Jiang Siye said.
If Jiang Siye asked her to hug him, she would nestle into his arms like a quail.
If Jiang Siye asked her to kiss him, she would nervously and shyly kiss his cheek.
Her affection was evident, but there were too many girls who liked Jiang Siye this way. He didn’t care whether this affection was pure or came with intentions of climbing the social ladder.
He didn’t care.
He Yang was different.
Jiang Siye couldn’t pinpoint exactly where this “difference” lay.
But the trait that made him like He Yang was obvious.
She was obedient.
Whether he was late for dates, distracted during movies, or had urgent matters that made him leave abruptly without even giving a specific reason.
He Yang would always nod obediently, accepting everything about him.
This made Jiang Siye feel very relaxed.
He didn’t like others probing into his affairs, didn’t like them acting like surveillance cameras, and didn’t like them having possessive or controlling tendencies toward him.
He could provide money, status, and legitimacy—as long as the other person didn’t try to control him.
Undoubtedly, He Yang was the only one who met this condition.
Married life went as Jiang Siye expected. He Yang indeed didn’t inquire much about his whereabouts.He should have been content.
Yet at one business dinner, while the phones of the other executives rang one after another, his own remained as silent as if it had lost its signal.
The executives envied him.
Jiang Siye maintained a calm facade, but as soon as he returned home, he found an excuse to pick a fight with He Yang.
He Yang was utterly bewildered.
At the time, she was four months pregnant, her face glowing with the gentle anticipation of motherhood. Even though she knew he was being unreasonable, she patiently soothed him.
Jiang Siye’s spoiled young master habits ran deep.
He demanded that He Yang call him during every future business dinner.
He Yang obediently complied.
When her call came, Jiang Siye naturally put on an act: “Sleep on your own. I might not come back.”
He Yang simply replied, “Alright, take care of yourself.”
Then she hung up.
Jiang Siye was nearly furious.
When she kept tabs on him, he was unhappy; when she didn’t, he seemed even more upset.
Jiang Siye would never divorce.
They still had Zhengzheng.
Even if he had to snatch their son back from the hands of the King of Hell himself, their child would survive.
He Yang could only obediently stay put, waiting for him to bring back a healthy son. Then, Jiang Siye would make her apologize for misunderstanding him and demand she call him “husband” ten thousand times before his anger would subside.
He Yang had fallen asleep in the workroom.
When the alarm rang, she found herself in Jiang Siye’s arms.
She had no idea when he had brought her back to the master bedroom.
The sky was gloomy, and it was only four in the morning.
As if disturbed by the noise, the man frowned, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, his hands groping discontentedly to turn off the alarm.
He always held her so tightly that He Yang struggled to break free. “I need to get up.”
Jiang Siye let out a drowsy grumble, his legs trapping her body to keep her from moving as his lips sought hers.
“I need to get up…” He Yang struggled. “It hurts, let go…”
His body temperature gradually rose, his intentions clear, tinged with a hint of grievance. “It’s been a whole year.”
He hadn’t dared touch her during the later stages of her pregnancy, and he had endured until now—a full year.
He Yang held back. “Five thousand for one time. I can’t afford it.”
Because of this, she was about to be saddled with hundreds of thousands in debt.
She wouldn’t use it.
Finding someone else with a better physique would be cheaper.
Her words were like a bucket of ice water, drenching him from head to toe and extinguishing the lingering desire in Jiang Siye’s half-awake state.
He Yang quickly scrambled out of bed.
The rustling sounds in the bedroom grew louder.
Jiang Siye was fully awake now.
“What time is it?”
He Yang: “Four.”
“…” Jiang Siye’s temples throbbed. “I only fell asleep at three last night.”
He had deliberately waited until she was sound asleep before carrying her back.
He had slept for only an hour.
He Yang: “Go back to sleep.”
Jiang Siye fell silent for a moment. “What are you going to do?”
He Yang: “Help your mother get up.”
Jiang Siye held back for a moment. “…Can’t she get up on her own?”
He Yang: “It’s only proper for the younger generation to serve their elders.”
Jiang Siye: “…”
After He Yang finished dressing, Jiang Siye got up as well.
Expressionless, the man turned on every light in the villa at four in the morning, illuminating every corner he passed.
He Yang couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. Carrying the tray with the towels and items Madam Jiang needed to get up, she headed downstairs.
She had only taken two steps when Jiang Siye snatched the tray away.
“If she enjoys being served by the younger generation,” Jiang Siye’s voice was cold, “then I’ll serve her properly.”
The commotion woke up all the servants in the villa, as well as Jiang Sanyun.
Jiang Siye knocked on Madam Jiang’s door, his tone flat and robotic. “Madam Duan, are you awake?”
He Yang frowned. “You can’t call out. You have to stand here and wait for Mother to wake up.”
“…””Since you’re willing to serve,” He Yang covered her mouth as she yawned, “then I’ll go back to sleep for a while.”
Jiang Siye: “…”