Strolling through the peach blossom garden, fallen petals drifted like rain wherever they went.
“Do you like it?” Jiang Lan asked softly, her voice exceptionally gentle.
Qin Yuehan didn’t speak, his peach blossom eyes shining brightly as they gazed at her like beacons.
“Are you unhappy?” Seeing him like this, Jiang Lan felt her heart flutter. She leaned closer and asked in an intimate tone.
“What is your relationship with him?” Qin Yuehan looked at the fine down on the woman’s delicate skin before him, concealing the depth in his eyes as he asked in a low voice.
Qin Yuehan’s voice was exceptionally pleasant, like the chime of a cold spring striking stone walls.
Jiang Lan’s ears grew warm, her heart burning with emotion.
She felt as if she were under a spell, wanting to protect and cherish the man before her.
“There is no relationship,” Jiang Lan said, feeling a faint urge to sigh within.
What should she do? She increasingly felt like a scoundrel.
Hearing this, Qin Yuehan remained silent, merely watching her with heavy peach blossom eyes.
The peach blossoms behind Qin Yuehan were in full bloom, yet they couldn’t compare to the striking beauty of his elegant and noble face.
“Is that so?” Qin Yuehan asked again, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Jiang Lan felt an inexplicable chill down her spine under his gaze. Her beautiful face showed a trace of awkwardness, but her words grew more resolute: “Yes, there is no relationship whatsoever.”
“Mm, I’ll remember that.” Qin Yuehan glanced at the blooming peach blossom forest, then slowly shifted his gaze to Jiang Lan’s face, speaking in an extremely gentle tone.
“009, what should I do? I inexplicably feel a sense of danger,” Jiang Lan called out quietly to System 009 in her mind.
[Heh! Feeling danger is appropriate. This peach blossom forest was specifically planted by you to win a beauty’s smile.] System 009’s mechanical voice sounded eerie, carrying a mocking tone.
Jiang Lan instantly felt like cursing her luck.
“Why don’t I have any memory of such an important matter in my mind?” Jiang Lan asked, looking at Qin Yuehan beside her with an inexplicable feeling that her doom was approaching.
[You never asked me.] System 009 replied before vanishing from Jiang Lan’s consciousness.
“Won’t you accompany me for a walk?” Qin Yuehan asked.
Jiang Lan was startled by his words and looked up at Qin Yuehan.
At this moment, Qin Yuehan’s expression was extremely gentle. The noble temperament inherent in his bones made him appear both distant and handsome.
Jiang Lan felt inexplicably flustered, then subconsciously grasped Qin Yuehan’s hand.
Qin Yuehan was taken aback, his peach blossom eyes showing confusion as he looked at Jiang Lan.
Feeling guilty, Jiang Lan looked at Qin Yuehan and said firmly: “There’s only you in my heart.”
Qin Yuehan froze, his lips trembling slightly. His eyes grew misty, revealing a fragile expression when he looked at Jiang Lan.
“Does my wife truly have only me in her heart?” Qin Yuehan asked, his gaze slowly falling to their joined hands.
He was born with a noble status, but unfortunately as a man.
He had originally thought he would never experience love in this lifetime, but after Jiang Lan recovered from her illness, circumstances changed and he gained some affection from his wife.
Hearing this, Jiang Lan looked at Qin Yuehan. Those peach blossom eyes now resembled fragile glass, making her heart tremble and unable to bear lying.
She remained silent for a moment.
At that moment, for Qin Yuehan, it felt like an eternity condensed into an instant.
“From the moment I touched you, there has been only you in my heart—now and forever,” Jiang Lan spoke again, her tone growing even more resolute.
Qin Yuehan remained silent, but his tears had already breached their dam, rolling down his cheeks in large, silent drops.
Seeing Qin Yuehan like this, Jiang Lan felt a pang of heartache that left her at a loss.
Jiang Lan had never felt such emotions for anyone before, but from the very first moment she laid eyes on Qin Yuehan, she had favored him to the depths of her soul.
Even though the events of the past were the actions of the original Jiang Lan, she was filled with such regret that she wished she could beat herself up.
“Yuehan, don’t cry, I…” Jiang Lan didn’t know how to comfort her husband. She hadn’t fully adapted to the mindset of this matriarchal world.
But perhaps the women of this world inherently possessed a certain strength and decisiveness in their bones.
So Jiang Lan pulled Qin Yuehan into her embrace, holding him tightly. Through their thin clothing, they could feel each other’s warmth.
“Qin Yuehan, if I ever betray you one day, you should kill me,” Jiang Lan whispered close to his ear, then pressed a soothing kiss to his earlobe.
Qin Yuehan froze at her words, his eyelashes trembling slightly, veiling his dark eyes.
He did not respond to Jiang Lan’s words, even though everything in this world taught him that he should gently and virtuously tell his wife he didn’t mind.
But the possessive desire that had taken root in his heart for Jiang Lan restrained his ingrained upbringing, leading him to conceal his ugly desires with silence.
Jiang Lan had no idea of the tumultuous thoughts swirling in Qin Yuehan’s heart at that moment.
All she heard was the man in her embrace, his voice soft yet filled with hope, saying, “I don’t like peach blossoms—they’re too bewitching, too flamboyant. I prefer plum blossoms. Could you plant a Plum Blossom Forest for me?”
Qin Yuehan had always remembered how, at the beginning of their marriage, Jiang Lan had once teased him, calling him a cold and proud plum blossom—only its dry, winding branches visible, something few women would like.