After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 105 - Soul is Not at Home
Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Soul is Not at Home
Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Soul is Not at Home
Realizing Jiang Ziling’s misunderstanding, Su Yu quickly explained, her voice gentle yet undeniably firm, “Rest assured, I am not as ruthless as you think. Later, you just need to quietly listen to Lady Zhao’s moans, consider it a release from the pain she has inflicted upon you over the years!”
Jiang Ziling’s face still wore a look of bewilderment, overwhelmed by the sudden twist.
Seeing this, Su Yu said no more, merely lifting the hem of her skirt, her hands holding the carefully prepared items, as she walked determinedly toward Lady Zhao’s room door.
At this moment, the air seemed to be filled with an unusual scent, and the strange phenomenon of Jiang Xunzhong’s late arrival added an indescribable eeriness to the scene.
According to common sense, Lady Zhao should have already woken up, as Su Yu had been planning this for a long time, and every detail had been meticulously arranged.
Entering the room, Su Yu unexpectedly found Jiang Xunzhong fast asleep by the bedside, his features fraught with fatigue.
She gently placed the items in her hand on the table, the slight sound unusually conspicuous in the quiet room, startling Jiang Xunzhong from his sleep.
Jiang Xunzhong’s eyes snapped open, filled with the bloodshot of sleep deprivation, full of panic and unease.
Su Yu quickly checked Lady Zhao’s pulse; aside from obvious weakness, there seemed to be no other major issues.
Perhaps due to excessive frailty, she had fallen back into a deep sleep.
“Bring me a basin of cold water.”
Su Yu commanded, her tone calm and resolute.
Though he did not understand her intentions, Jiang Xunzhong did not hesitate and hurriedly brought a basin of bone-chilling cold water.
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Su Yu took the icy basin and, without a moment’s hesitation, threw the water onto Lady Zhao’s face, her action so swift that the onlooking Jiang Xunzhong was dumbstruck, too late to stop her.
“Ouch, what caused this flood?”
Lady Zhao was instantly awakened by the icy shock, sitting up abruptly.
When her gaze fell upon Su Yu standing by the bedside with the wooden basin in her hands, she became furious, berating loudly, “You little hussy, tired of living, are you?”
Su Yu retorted with a cold laugh, “Had I not intervened, you would probably be on the Yellow Spring Road by now, not here cursing at people.”
“You shameless wretch, spouting nonsense everywhere…” Lady Zhao wanted to continue cursing but was swiftly silenced by Jiang Xunzhong covering her mouth.
He knew well that Su Yu was Lady Zhao’s only hope for recovery, daring not to offend her in the slightest.
But Su Yu would not be swayed by such tactics, her words sharp, sometimes calling her “little hussy,” sometimes “ignorant,” her demeanor starkly different from Jiang Xunzhong’s more conciliatory approach, tough and direct.
“Seeing how spirited you are, it seems you didn’t need my intervention. Fine then, I shall leave now to spare you future regrets when you might turn around and beg me.”
Lady Zhao violently broke free, her eyes wide with anger, bellowing at Su Yu, “Get out, I beg you? In your dreams!”
Su Yu did not seem to mind, her lips curling into a faint smile as she calmly packed up the items on the table, preparing to leave, leaving behind a room filled with tension and uncertainty.
The two sat by an old wooden table, the dim light of an oil lamp casting long shadows, chatting sporadically.
Su Yu’s eyes occasionally flickered, her thoughts already drifting to tomorrow’s journey to the town, concerned about Jiang Ziling being home alone might forget to take care of himself, pondering what food to prepare in advance to prevent him from going hungry.
“I’m planning to visit the town tomorrow, do you need anything? Just tell me,” Su Yu offered gently, a touch of delicate care in her voice.
Jiang Ziling lightly shook his head, a faint smile spreading across his eyebrows, “No need, I lack nothing here.”
Accustomed to a simple life, his material desires were few, managing to be self-sufficient in his daily life; he really couldn’t think of anything he needed at the moment.
Understanding flashed in Su Yu’s eyes as she nodded, “All right, but if you think of something, remember to tell me in time.”
“Hmm, okay, I will,” he promised, his tone undeniably firm.
Though Jiang Ziling had no particular desire for any items, Su Yu quietly crafted a detailed shopping list in her mind, each item something the household needed or that could add a touch of warmth to their modest home.
In her palm, she held a few small silver taels, not much in quantity but enough to purchase some small everyday items to make the home even cozier.
Meanwhile, under the nearby eaves, San Ya held her own dinner, her nose seemingly still catching the tempting aroma of food drifting from Su Yu’s house, which tickled her desire to rush over to Second Aunt’s home for a meal right away.
But catching a glimpse of her mother Xie Xinghua’s displeased expression rooted her feet in place.
The coarse rice and the few bland dishes in front of her looked especially dull, instantly halving San Ya’s appetite.
She muttered to herself, wondering how the same vegetables could smell so delicious when Second Aunt cooked them.
Xie Xinghua, noticing San Ya’s distracted manner, asked with concern, “San Ya, why aren’t you eating? You look as if you’ve lost your soul.”
San Ya snapped back to reality, hurriedly poking at her rice a few times without another word.
As the night deepened, Su Yu lit a flickering candle and began to prepare bath water for Xiao Xixi.
Under the warm candlelight, she gently began to sing a nursery rhyme, “Naughty little rabbit, open your door…”
The melody was melodious yet unfamiliar, but enjoyable, providing Jiang Ziling with a novel auditory experience, like a refreshing breeze across his heart, quite delightful.
Watching Su Yu hold Xixi and softly coax her to sleep, a wave of inexplicable happiness surged in Jiang Ziling’s heart, warmly comforting.
Although he wasn’t sleepy himself, he didn’t want to disturb the tranquility, so he continued his needlework by the dim candlelight—the pair of shoes he was making for Su Yu.
Imagining her wearing them, his heart grew faintly expectant and joyful.
As Su Yu gradually drifted to sleep to the softly humming nursery rhyme, a rush of urgent knocking suddenly woke her, and she immediately knew it had to be Jiang Xunzhong outside the door.
She quickly got out of bed, throwing on a thin outer garment, and seeing Jiang Ziling about to get up, she quickly steadied him, urging him to stay seated, “I’ll go and see what’s going on!”
Her voice still carried a trace of morning hoarseness, while Jiang Ziling looked towards the door with worry-filled eyes; the urgency of the knocking made him fear that something dire had happened.
Su Yu gently slid open the door, and under the dim outside light, the figure of Jiang Xunzhong distinctly appeared, his face bearing an unmaskable mix of anxiety and unrest.
The moonlight slanted onto his clenched hand, highlighting a thin paper contract slightly dampened by sweat in his palm.
