Chapter 6 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Jiang Ming eyed Tang Qiu with a gleam in his eyes. He truly relished this woman’s feisty spirit–especially with the added knowledge that she belonged to his brother.

“Sis-in-law, if you go back alone, people will whisper that the Jiang family have treated you unkindly and wronged you.”

“That’s fine. I don’t care.”

“I will accompany Qiu when she returns home,” Jiang Shaocheng said. “You don’t need to worry about anything, brother.”

No sooner had Jiang Shaocheng finished speaking than he suddenly broke down into yet another coughing fit. Tang Qiu patted his back anxiously. Seeing as how he was coughing violently enough to hurl up his lungs, Jiang Ming quickly pinched his nose. “Don’t tax yourself, brother. All that repeated movement in and out of the car might cause you to end up in the hospital. If you need to make another visit to the ICU, who knows if you’ll make it out alive.”

Jiang Ming was essentially wishing misfortune upon his brother. A shadow fell across Tang Qiu’s face. “Aren’t you getting a little too worked up about this? Since when are our affairs as a couple your business?”

Seeing Tang Qiu’s temper flare to the surface, Jiang Shaocheng stroked her head in amusement. “It’s alright. He can come with us if he wants.” Since her husband didn’t seem to mind, Tang Qiu swallowed the rest of her protests and stayed quiet.

Tang Qiu went upstairs to prepare for their return to the Fengs’ household, putting on a breezy, pleated skirt and some light makeup. She looked elegant, as lovely as a fairy come to life. Jiang Ming glimpsed Tang Qiu’s pretty face and her fair, shapely legs peeking out from beneath her skirt. His eyes burned with jealousy. What a waste of such beauty on a worthless piece of trash like his brother!

In the car, Tang Qiu explained to Jiang Shaocheng, “I’m not on the best terms with the Fangs. I’m Fang Guo’an’s illegitimate daughter, but he took me in on the basis of our blood ties. So if you’d rather not waste your time with futile endeavors, we don’t need to go.”

Jiang Shaocheng knew all this from his investigations into Tang Qiu’s past last night. He was also aware that Fang Guo’an’s wife, Chen Man, held Tang Qiu in contempt, and didn’t acknowledge her as her husband’s child, claiming instead that she was the daughter of a distant relative. But it was tradition to return home to the bride’s home after the wedding, and the Jiangs were not a family to make light of such things.

When they arrived at the Fengs’ house, they found the door locked. Jiang Ming knocked on the door, and a servant opened it. “Where are your masters?” he asked.

Eying Jiang Ming’s expensive clothes, the servant responded cautiously, “Sir is at work. Madam went shopping. The young mistress is in school. No one is at home now.”