This Life, I'm Raising the Right Man

Xiao Yanci lowered his gaze.

He had originally been moved by Jiang Yihuan’s words, but suddenly his expression turned cold.

Zhong Lanhua had not agreed to their marriage. If he achieved fame and success, everything would be easy. If not, Zhong Lanhua would not marry her daughter to a penniless scholar.

In his past life, he fell into slavery, having nothing at all, yet Su Yaoguang married him without hesitation. In this life, another Wen Family appeared, giving him her entire heart when he had nothing, with her eyes and heart focused solely on him. Look at Jiang Yihuan, where was she when he was sick? Where was she when he needed care? She claimed to come and take care of him, but had never cooked a meal for him, nor washed a single piece of clothing. She even administered such a vicious drug to the innocent Wen Family, completely unlike the innocent and harmless girl from his memories.

He suddenly found her difficult to understand.

Was she truly the pure and beautiful maiden he imagined?

”Of course, Xiao Yanci decides everything about us. Xiao Yanci is busy with his studies now; other matters would only distract him. I will wait for him until he has time.”

”Sister Huan’er is young and beautiful, Mr. Xiao is unparalleled in talent; you truly are a perfect couple, so enviable!” Wen Family said tenderly.

The monk delivering food entered and said to everyone, ”How are you today? Doctor Jiang over there is too busy, and Benefactor Su’s condition has worsened, so the matters here can only be handled by us. Have you improved after taking the medicine? If there’s any discomfort, do inform the novice monk, and I will relay it.”

”Isn’t Boss Su only suffering from a regular cold?” a woman asked, ”How is she?”

”Don’t mention it, it was initially just a regular cold; she even awoke today, and somehow her condition suddenly worsened,” the monk said, ”Hopefully, it’s just a false alarm.”

A peculiar expression flashed in Jiang Yihuan’s eyes.

Success.

Su Yaoguang, even if you don’t die this time, you will likely end up as a hideous creature with festering flesh.

Jiang Yihuan was very careful in doing this; absolutely no one discovered it. She was confident it was done unnoticed by others, allowing her to boldly await the show.

At night, Wen Family went to prepare dinner, while Jiang Yihuan stayed by Xiao Yanci’s side.

Xiao Yanci closed his book and saw Jiang Yihuan staring blankly, waving his hand in front of her: ”What’s wrong?”

Jiang Yihuan snapped back to reality, just about to speak, when a monk came over to deliver dinner again.

The monk began distributing food upon arriving. As for why Xiao Yanci and the others did not eat the communal temple meals, it was because the Zhang Family sisters instructed not to deliver to them.

If they weren’t worried about spreading illness by sending him down the mountain now, they wouldn’t harbor such a plague like Xiao Yanci.

After distributing food, the monk left.

Jiang Yihuan still wanted to hear about Su Yaoguang’s condition, but received no further news upon the monk’s departure.

”I can go down the mountain tomorrow,” said Zhang Xuezhi, ”Thanks to Zhou Wangshu’s little wife, I barely escaped with my life. If anyone bullies Zhou Wangshu again, I will be the first to object.”

The nearby scholar echoed: ”Me too.”

”We certainly won’t bully Zhou Wangshu; we just fear someone who forgets gratitude, repaying kindness with hostility.”

Several pairs of eyes turned to Xiao Yanci.

Xiao Yanci frowned: ”I have never bullied him.”

”Ha.”

They all wore expressions of disdain.

Xiao Yanci, beloved of the academy’s Mountain Master and teachers, wielded schemes masterfully, always openly tripping others. However, Zhou Wangshu seemed unfazed.

The young lad seemed to possess some luck. Perhaps this is the proverbial ”fool’s fortune.”

”My stomach hurts a bit, excuse me,” Jiang Yihuan clutched her stomach, frowning, appearing pitiful.

Xiao Yanci watched her run away.

He frowned.

While Wen Family was still cooking, it was Jiang Yihuan’s turn to take care of him. Yet, Jiang Yihuan only sat beside him absent-mindedly, unlike Wen Family who knew how to take care of him.

Wen Family would pour tea when he was thirsty, prepare food when he was hungry. But from earlier to now, Jiang Yihuan either daydreamed or complained of stomach pain, showing no concern for his needs. He increasingly doubted Jiang Yihuan’s devotion was to him.

Could it be because she’s too young and doesn’t know how to care for others?

Yes! Although the Jiang Family’s conditions were also modest, Jiang Yihuan seldom had the opportunity to do hard labor. Her hands were precious, usually doing needlework. The embroidery she made was sold better than Zhong Lanhua’s, so Zhong Lanhua never made her do heavy or dirty work despite her meanness. She was well-liked in the village, and people willingly did things for her.

A stealthy figure appeared at Su Yaoguang’s window.

The person saw no one guarding Su Yaoguang’s room, surveyed the surroundings, waited a while, and still saw no one approaching. She poked her head inside, only seeing the back of Su Yaoguang, unable to see her current appearance.

She hesitated and hesitated, finally wanting to find out.

She pushed open the door and walked toward the bed.

She stretched her neck, peering inside the bed.

”What are you doing?” Su Yaoguang turned sideways, coldly staring at Jiang Yihuan standing by the bed.

Jiang Yihuan looked at Su Yaoguang’s smooth and fair cheeks, a hint of resentment in her eyes: ”You didn’t...”

But soon, she regained her composure, softening her voice: ”I heard you were ill and specially came to see you. Although you have disliked me since childhood, I have always regarded you as a good sister. Now that I see you’re fine, I’m relieved. Has your cold improved? After all, you must be exhausted; you should rest well.”

Su Yaoguang sat up, looking at Jiang Yihuan with a smile that was not quite a smile: ”You’re so concerned for me?”

”Of course. We’ve practically grown up as childhood friends!” Jiang Yihuan feigned sincerity.

Su Yaoguang sneered: ”You’re so worried about me, I’m honestly touched! I must consider how to repay your concern.”

”No need to be so formal; I don’t seek repayment for caring about you.”

Jiang Yihuan instinctively sensed danger and planned to make her exit, but as soon as she had the thought, her neck ached and she lost consciousness.

Zhou Wangshu stood behind Jiang Yihuan, holding a wooden stick.

He patted the stick in his hands, innocently saying: ”Sorry, I was heavy-handed, but fortunately, it won’t be fatal.”

The Zhang Family’s three sisters, Jiang Jing, Jia Chunni, and Wang Huanzhi also entered.

”Yaoguang, how should we handle her?” Zhang Pandi asked, ”Give her a beating?”

”That would be too easy for her,” Zhang Zhaodi replied, ”Doesn’t she want to experience what it’s like to be sick? Then let her have a taste herself. We will make sure she doesn’t affect other patients.”