Chapter 38 - Visiting the Jiang Family (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Qiu recalled what Professor Sun had said and perked up even more. “By the way, dear,” she began excitedly, “Professor Sun told me that as long as you keep your mood up and actively cooperate with the treatment process, there’s a good chance you may be able to stand again in the future.”

Part of the reason Jiang Shaocheng had instructed He Lei to show her his past medical reports was to uncover what she meant to do with the information. It seemed his little wife was trying to help him recover as soon as possible. She had been in tears just a moment before; now she was smiling from ear

to ear. She really was a child at heart.

“Thave to keep my mood up?” he asked, to which she nodded. Teasingly, he said, “Well, I’m happiest when you kiss me.”

Tang Qiu lowered her head, blushing. “I thought I kissed you earlier…”

“Oh.” Jiang Shaocheng’s chin dropped, clearly dejected.

Seeing his response, Tang Qiu planted a kiss on his lips. “How’s that?”

“Not good enough…”

Heat flooded Tang Qiu’s cheeks. She kissed him again. “How about now?”

Jiang Shaocheng cupped her face, smiling tenderly. “I want you to kiss me like this every day, Qiu. I’ll be sure to always be happy then. What about you? What brings you joy?”

Tang Qiu pondered the question for a few seconds. “Plenty of things. Making sure my grandmother gets to stay in the best possible nursing home… You being able to stand again… Excelling in my studies… Becoming a valuable member of society…”

It was the first time Jiang Shaocheng had heard her mention her grandmother. “The money you got from the Fengs is more than enough to send your grandmother to the best nursing home you can find.”

A pang of sorrow lanced through Tang Qiu at the thought of her grandmother. “We’ve been talking for a while. You must be thirsty. I’ll get you some water.”

Jiang Shaocheng watched her hurry off. His eyes narrowed. She was clearly keeping something from him. But what could possibly warrant such secretiveness?

The next morning, Jiang Shaocheng came downstairs and was greeted with the sight of his little wife with an apron tied around her waist, her lips moving as she mumbled to herself. “You’re up, dear,” she said when she saw him. “Breakfast is ready.”

She helped him push his wheelchair to the dining table. Jiang Shaocheng studied her. Her smile was radiant enough to rival the sun streaming in from the windows. “If I could have a good morning kiss…” he said, “… it would certainly improve my appetite.”

Tang Qiu eyed her husband. What was with him, this man in his thirties, always pestering her for kisses? Begrudgingly, she gave him a peck on the lips. “Will this do?”

“If you’re going to put it that way, no.”

Tang Qiu pouted and fell silent. When he caught sight of her expression, Jiang Shaocheng’s mouth flattened into a thin line. He began eating without another word.