Сhaptеr 7: He Реrsоnаllу Writеs the Маrriаgе Certifiсate
Jiang Song’еr whisрerеd аn ароlogу.
Маdam Yuan glаnсed аt her but, mindful of her оwn status, сhose not tо makе an issuе оf it.
Years аgo, Old Mаstеr Jiаng аnd Old Mаstеr Yuаn hаd served аs soldiеrs togethеr. Old Mаster Jiang hаd saved Old Маstеr Yuan’s lifе, whiсh led the two fаmilies tо аrrange а marriagе alliаnсе for thеir children whilе they wеrе still infаnts.
Otherwise, ten Jiang families cоmbinеd wouldn’t have beеn аble to reасh the Yuan family’s level.
After exchanging a few words with Madam Jiang, Madam Yuan left by car. There was no need to say much today; tomorrow would be the main event.
After seeing off the guests, Jiang Song’er returned to the living room and called Ye Yuchen right in front of Jiang Li.
“Brother Ye, the Yuan family is coming tomorrow to present the betrothal gifts. When will you come to our house to do the same?”
Ye Yuchen said he was very busy with work and had no free time recently.
Jiang Song’er was dissatisfied. “Presenting betrothal gifts is simple. You can completely leave it to professionals to handle. I don’t care, you must come the day after tomorrow to present the gifts!”
Ye Yuchen patiently coaxed her for a few sentences. Jiang Song’er’s attitude softened. “Then I’ll give you a few more days. You must come to my house to present the betrothal gifts by the end of the month at the latest, otherwise I’ll have Dad talk to you. Don’t work too hard, take care of your health. I’ll come see you at the company again tomorrow. Bye~”
Jiang Li blinked, her expression strange, wanting to laugh but unable to.
Ye Yuchen, oh Ye Yuchen, so you have a day like this too!
If Ye Yuchen was a poisonous husband, then Jiang Song’er was a drama queen, born specifically to torment Ye Yuchen.
In her previous life, Jiang Li had thought that since Jiang Deming had done Ye Yuchen a favor and she was Jiang Deming’s adopted daughter, even if Ye Yuchen didn’t love her, he would at least treat her well.
Now, seeing Jiang Song’er’s domineering attitude and Ye Yuchen carefully coaxing Jiang Song’er with such a low posture, Jiang Li mocked herself again. She was just a cat or a dog raised by the Jiang family. No one had ever taken her seriously.
Jiang Song’er felt a thrill of having snatched something good and couldn’t help but boast, “Jiang Li, you must envy me a lot.”
Jiang Li didn’t know what she was supposed to envy.
Her silence was interpreted by Jiang Song’er as dejection.
Jiang Song’er: “Yuan Hezhi’s background is too prominent. He could never be like Brother Ye, gently coaxing his own wife. If you want to cry after marriage, you can contact me. I might be able to comfort you a little.”
Jiang Li: “No need. Life is what you make of it. I believe I will live very well.”
As long as Ye Yuchen’s white moonlight existed, whoever married Ye Yuchen would never win his heart. No matter how Jiang Song’er lived, she had the Jiang family backing her, while Jiang Li could only rely on herself.
Yuan Hezhi was in a hurry to propose and present betrothal gifts. While he was busy non-stop on his end, the Jiang family wasn’t idle either. They spent a fortune hiring a professional team to handle the wedding arrangements. Several sets of red ceremonial dresses suitable for Jiang Li were delivered to the Jiang house.
Because Jiang Li didn’t have her own walk-in closet, all the dresses were placed in the living room. Jiang Li had to carry them back to her room one by one to try them on.
Several staff members whispered among themselves.
“I heard she’s marrying into the Yuan family, that incredibly wealthy Yuan family.”
“Maybe it’s not that Yuan family. There are several families surnamed Yuan in Hong Kong.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t even have her own walk-in closet. How can she expect to marry into the Yuan family like this?”
Suddenly, several women wearing high heels walked into the Jiang family living room, each more fashionable than the last.
“President Yuan sent us to deliver several sets of red ceremonial dresses for Miss Jiang Li.”
The leader was named Wang Ya, in her early thirties, with permed hair, wearing gold chain glasses, and possessing a very strong presence.Wang Ya greeted Jiang Li, then went to communicate with Madam Jiang, and finally cleared out two rooms on the third floor to store the dresses and accessories.
One of these rooms was Jiang Song’er’s study, which she hardly ever used.
Jiang Song’er had a fiery temper and immediately stood in the hallway with her hands on her hips, starting to curse.
Madam Jiang, her face cold, pulled her back into the room.
“They are Yuan Hezhi’s people. If you curse at them, they will repeat every word to Yuan Hezhi. You are Jiang Li’s sister, so Yuan Hezhi can’t do anything to you directly, but he has plenty of ways to make things difficult for Ye Yuchen.”
Jiang Song’er: “He wouldn’t dare!”
Madam Jiang rubbed her temples, unsure where her daughter got the confidence to challenge Yuan Hezhi.
“Anyway, stay in your room and don’t go out to cause trouble, or I’ll make Ye Yuchen wait until next year to propose!”
Jiang Song’er lay on the bed, feeling stifled.
After she married Yuan Hezhi in her previous life, who didn’t show her respect?
If it were back then, if Wang Ya had dared to treat her like this, she would have slapped her long ago.
Yuan Hezhi’s power was useful, but she had no intention of marrying him again.
She had seen Yuan Hezhi lose his temper, and ever since, the phrase “the wrath of the emperor leaves corpses strewn for miles and rivers of blood” had become vividly real in her mind—Yuan Hezhi’s anger was that terrifying!
Jiang Song’er called Ye Yuchen to cheer her up.
Ye Yuchen answered quickly but didn’t speak.
Jiang Song’er: “Brother Ye, can you hear me?”
Ye Yuchen: “Mm.”
The man’s voice was unusually hoarse. He used this voice to coax Jiang Song’er for a few more sentences, leaving her flushed and dizzy before hanging up.
Brother Ye’s voice sounded so good tonight. She forgot to ask what he was doing just now—probably working out, since she heard his short, heavy breaths.
Jiang Li’s waist was very slender. The red dress wasn’t custom-made, so it didn’t fit well. Wang Ya used a needle and thread to alter the dress on the spot.
It wasn’t until half past ten that Wang Ya finished altering the dress to her satisfaction.
To Jiang Li, being able to wear it was enough; she wasn’t that picky.
Wang Ya: “We can’t settle for less. Although these are all brand-new dresses, they’re still not custom-made. It’s already a slight to you.”
“Your skin is fair and delicate, and red suits you perfectly—like a delicious red velvet cake! If President Yuan sees you, he won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
Jiang Li’s face flushed hot. “He won’t be unable to take his eyes off me.”
Yuan Hezhi was noble and upright, not the type of man to indulge in romantic affairs.
Wang Ya made a bet with Jiang Li: if President Yuan couldn’t take his eyes off her, she would give her two red envelopes.
The woman before her was too straightforward, leaving Jiang Li no room to refuse. She could only agree to the bet.
After finishing her bath and lying in bed, Jiang Li checked her phone—it was already midnight.
Her eyelids drooped, and just as she was about to fall asleep, she received a call from Yuan Hezhi.
“Hello…” She lay exhausted on the bed, her voice soft and boneless, like a pool of unclaimed honey, ready to be taken.
“You must be tired today,” Yuan Hezhi said.
“It’s fine. I know you’re even busier and more tired over there.” Jiang Li propped her eyelids open with two fingers. How could she dare sleep when the big boss was still awake?
“What are you doing?”
“Using my fingers to prop my eyelids open so I don’t fall asleep.”
“Pfft—” Yuan Hezhi laughed, his magnetic and captivating laughter fleeting but leaving Jiang Li’s ears tingling.
She asked him what he was doing.
“I’m writing the marriage certificate.””You… you’re writing it yourself?”
“Who else would write it?” Yuan Hezhi raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Li said nothing. In her previous life, when the Yuan family came to the Jiang family to propose marriage, Madam Jiang had told her to learn more, because Ye Yuchen’s family only had an elderly mother, and the proposal arrangements needed to be discussed between her and Ye Yuchen.
Jiang Li had seen the marriage certificate Yuan Hezhi gave to Jiang Song’er—it was handwritten.
In Yuan Hezhi’s heart, there was no difference between her and Jiang Song’er. It seemed she was going to lose to Wang Ya.
But it didn’t matter. She would still give Wang Ya a double red envelope, because on the day of the proposal, all red envelopes were given in pairs.
“Anti-itch ointment… mmm… okay…” Jiang Li mumbled incoherently a few words before falling asleep on the phone, leaving the man hanging on the other end.