Сhарter 12: She Wants tо Drеss Up Bеautifully fоr thе Маrriаgе Registrаtiоn
Yuаn Нezhi subtly рrobed Jiang Li with a fеw quеstions, but shе firmlу insistеd shе hаdn’t beеn bulliеd.
Тhe man’s dееp, mаgnetic voiсe sаid, “Alright, pass thе phоne tо thе persоn in the passеngеr sеаt.”
Jiang Li handеd thе рhоne to Yuаn Si. As sоon as Yuаn Si took it, his еxprеssion turned seriоus, аnd hе straightеnеd his posture.
“Yеs… Young Маster… No… Undеrstood!”
Jiаng Li’s eуеs wеre rеd and glistening, likе two moist lусhеes, as she tilted her head curiоuslу to look at Yuаn Si.
Нer prettу, uрturned nose was also red, and even her curious demeanor seemed so obedient and innocent. Yuan Si even began to wonder if they had been blind not to notice that the young mistress had been wronged.
Yuan Si: “Young Master, upon reflection, the young mistress indeed wasn’t bullied. I swear on Yuan San’s hands and feet!”
Yuan San wasn’t pleased. The tall, burly man snorted coldly, “Why drag me into your promise to the young master? Why don’t you swear on your own little brother instead?”
Yuan Hezhi heard this, and his clear, jade-like voice chimed in, “Tell him to copy the Three Character Classic a hundred times when he returns.”
Yuan Si held back a laugh and patted Yuan San’s shoulder. “Go back and copy the Three Character Classic properly—a hundred times. ‘At the beginning of life, nature is good’—hahaha!”
Yuan Hezhi: “Why stop reciting there? You’ll copy it with him.”
Yuan Si: “…”
Yuan San raised an eyebrow. His brow was interrupted by a five-centimeter scar, making his smile look fierce and intimidating.
The phone eventually returned to Jiang Li’s hands.
The man’s elegant and dignified voice explained, “They’re rough around the edges. As skilled as they are in combat, their education is just as lacking—one graduated from middle school, the other dropped out of high school. These past two years haven’t been as busy, so I’ve been urging them to prepare for the adult undergraduate exams.”
“After we marry, you’ll be around them often and can also encourage them to study.”
“If they act disrespectfully in front of you, punish them by making them study. Right now, studying is what they fear the most.”
Jiang Li felt a warmth in her heart and chuckled softly, her voice tender as if coquettishly pleading. “Their way of speaking is quite amusing. I don’t feel offended by them at all.”
Two rough-edged men speaking amusingly?
Yuan Hezhi sneered and doubled the copying assignments for Yuan San and Yuan Si. After all, he couldn’t let down the future mistress’s expectations of them.
The two boxes containing calligraphy and paintings followed them back to the Yuan residence. Jiang Li felt it wasn’t safe to keep them at her own home, and since she’d be moving to the Yuan residence after the marriage registration, it would be troublesome.
Tomorrow was the day for the marriage registration. Jiang Li was busy packing when she suddenly heard laughter from downstairs—boisterous and grating.
It sounded like the laughter of Ye Yuchen’s mother, Wu Xiuzhen, who often laughed in such a manner.
Jiang Li leaned on the railing as she descended the stairs and saw Wu Xiuzhen holding Jiang Song’er’s hand, beaming with satisfaction, clearly pleased with this daughter-in-law.
“Song’er, marrying my son means a lifetime of happiness.”
“I’m not one of those wicked mothers-in-law. I’ll treat you like my own daughter. Once you marry and give birth to a chubby son, everyone will be green with envy.”
“I’m quite skilled at taking care of new mothers. Even if Song’er gives birth to three chubby sons, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
Madam Jiang took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to kick Wu Xiuzhen out. Her daughter was a precious gem, not a baby-making machine!
Compared to the noble and elegant Madam Yuan, Wu Xiuzhen was like a rustic village woman. Madam Jiang truly couldn’t stand having someone like Wu Xiuzhen as an in-law.Jiang Song’er didn’t think Wu Xiuzhen was wrong—Ye Yuchen wasn’t impotent, so of course she would consummate the marriage with him and have children.
Although pregnancy would be difficult, Brother Ye doted on his wife and would definitely take good care of her in every way.
Thinking this, Jiang Song’er no longer felt pregnancy was such an ordeal.
Jiang Li sat on the single sofa and politely called out, “Mrs. Wu.”
Wu Xiuzhen looked at Jiang Li.
Although she didn’t know why the person dating her son had become Jiang Song’er, she accepted it gladly.
Jiang Li was prettier than Jiang Song’er, but as a fake heiress, she wasn’t worthy of her outstanding son.
Jiang Song’er clung tightly to Wu Xiuzhen, afraid Jiang Li would win Wu Xiuzhen’s favor and then cling to Brother Ye.
After greeting her, Jiang Li said nothing more to Wu Xiuzhen—in this lifetime, they were merely strangers.
After seeing Wu Xiuzhen off.
Jiang Song’er fiercely warned Jiang Li again, “Brother Ye isn’t a mama’s boy. Trying to please Wu Xiuzhen is useless—he would never marry you. The one who helped him was my biological father, not yours!”
Jiang Li replied calmly, “I know.”
On their wedding night, Wu Xiuzhen had laid a white cloth on the marital bed, saying it was a tradition from her hometown.
To put it bluntly, it was a backward custom to verify whether the bride was a virgin.
Ye Yuchen only had eyes for his white moonlight. He never touched Jiang Li, and the next day, when Wu Xiuzhen found the white cloth untouched, she said nothing to her face but cursed Jiang Li as a slut behind her back.
The day after the wedding, thanks to Wu Xiuzhen’s spreading of the news, the entire villa community knew her daughter-in-law was a slut with a promiscuous premarital life.
Jiang Li had been furious at the time. She returned to the Jiang family, hoping Mr. and Mrs. Jiang would stand up for her.
Who would have thought Madam Jiang would retort, “Why didn’t Ye Yuchen consummate the marriage with you? When things go wrong, look for reasons within yourself instead of blaming others.”
Her attitude was extremely harsh.
Jiang Li wondered how Madam Jiang would comfort Jiang Song’er in this lifetime.
Madam Jiang called, “A Li.”
Jiang Li snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at her, showing no sign of anything unusual.
Madam Jiang said gently, “Although you’re not my biological daughter, you grew up by my side. Now that you’re getting married, I really feel a bit reluctant to let you go.”
How hypocritical!
Having lived a second life, Jiang Li no longer begged for others’ love—she would love herself.
Jiang Li replied, “Mother, I’m reluctant to leave you too.”
Madam Jiang said, “You must come home often in the future. Your grandmother also loves you dearly, so you should visit her often too.”
The subtext was: make sure the Yuan family helps the Zhao family more.
Jiang Li said, “I’ll go whenever I have time.”
Seeing she was still so obedient and gentle, Madam Jiang nodded with satisfaction. Jiang Li was easy to control, so marrying her off to Yuan Hezhi wasn’t a bad idea.
It wasn’t until evening that Jiang Li finished packing all her belongings.
After showering, she collapsed on the bed, unable to move. After resting for a few minutes, she struggled up to apply body lotion.
To live this life beautifully, healthily, and happily, she had to keep applying body lotion—how else could she maintain soft, supple skin?
After applying the lotion, Jiang Li felt less drowsy. She edited a text message to Yuan Hezhi: What time should we meet at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow?
This world was one big chaotic mess! They were about to get married, yet the bride and groom didn’t even know what time to meet!
After sending the message, Jiang Li checked the time—it was already 11 p.m. Yuan Hezhi was probably asleep.
She turned off her phone and prepared to rest, not seeing Yuan Hezhi’s reply.Whether Yuan Hezhi valued this marriage or not, Jiang Li was determined to dress beautifully for the marriage registration tomorrow~
In her past life, she had been so thin she was practically skin and bones, unable to dress up, but that didn’t stop her from looking stunning now—on a whole new level!
Yuan Residence, study.
Yuan Hezhi was reviewing documents. The soup sent over by Old Madam and the strong tea brought by the butler were left untouched on the side.
After a while, the handsome yet aloof man looked up from the pile of documents and glanced at his phone.
Half an hour had passed, and she still hadn’t replied.
Yuan Hezhi thought for a moment and decided to make a call. Truthfully, this call wasn’t necessary—they would meet tomorrow anyway.
The phone rang a few times, but no one answered.
She must have fallen asleep, just like last time, when she started snoring softly while talking to him.
Only she would dare not wait by the phone for his reply.