Chapter 5 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Feng Lu was plump, which had displeased the old man, but Jiang Ming had assured him that her heavy figure was a symbol of good luck; plus, she was less likely to attract trouble that way, so they could feel safe leaving her around Jiang Shaocheng. It had been the only thing able to convince his father. But this woman, with her slender figure and pretty face, was not Feng Lu!

“You must be joking, brother. I personally helped pick out your bride; do you think I wouldn’t recognize her? I know Feng Lu’s no real looker, but that doesn’t mean you can go about cheating on her, on the first day of your marriage nonetheless.”

Feng Lu had been Jiang Ming’s choice of bride for his brother? Tang Qiu hid her scorn for this man’s petty malice. And yet… why wasn’t Jiang Shaocheng denying the accusation? It would do them both no good for word to spread about her husband cheating on his wife as a newlywed.

Tang Qiu bent down so she was eye level with Jiang Shaocheng. “What should we do? He doesn’t believe that we’re married.”

With half his features obscured by the mask, all she could see was his eyes. Their dark depths were guileless and innocent.

Tang Qiu’s thoughts raced silently. What should I do? She could brandish the marriage certificate as proof. But she didn’t believe that her husband was incapable of coming up with such a simple solution; the wounds to his face and legs hadn’t affected his mind. Did this mean that he wanted her to demonstrate the evidence of their marriage instead?

Only… how was she supposed to do that?

Jiang Shaocheng studied the flicker of emotions across her face with some enjoyment, watching her oscillate between being nonplussed and bewildered. This little wife of his was an interesting one, he noted silently.

Right then, a gleam of inspiration lit up Tang Qiu’s eyes. She pulled down Jiang Shaocheng’s mask and kissed him on the lips. “Is this proof enough?”

Jiang Shaocheng stared at her, slightly dazed. He had planned to present Tang Qiu with a challenge and let her take charge of finding a solution, but he hadn’t expected her to be quite so straightforward. Her soft lips pressed against his, and just like that, they were gone, leaving him with no time to even react to their flavor. “It is,” he said, helpless to argue.

Jiang Ming took in the sight of both of them, then the hideous burn scars littering his brother’s face. Disgusted, he lifted a hand to shield his eyes. “That doesn’t seem right, brother. Can a mere kiss prove that this woman is your wife? If I take her to bed, does that mean I can start calling her my daughter-in-law?”