Chapter 117: The Sarcastic and Eccentric Jiang Chengyan!

“All right, then you call out. I’ll go to the old house to get something first.” With that, Mrs. Zhao left.

Meanwhile, Bai Yan was still sound asleep under the covers.

Jiang Chengyan leaned against the doorframe, his voice neither loud nor soft: “Sweetheart, if you don’t wake up soon, I’ll let the dogs loose.”

On the kang bed, something like a large silkworm cocoon whimpered twice before sluggishly climbing up.

Still groggy, Bai Yan spotted Jiang Chengyan standing there and began to edge along the wall, wary of him as if guarding against a dog.

Jiang Chengyan: “...”

The house where Mrs. Zhao and her family had lived was smashed up by Grandma Jiang, but some large items remained in the courtyard. One of the boards on the cart had fallen off, and she intended to fetch a plank to carry back.

Before she could find it, Qian’s sharp voice started interfering.

“Oh, sister-in-law, still got the nerve to be out and about? You, covered in filth, should be hiding at home quietly. What’s the point of wandering around? Don’t you think you’re already disgraceful enough? The whole village knows you were slept with by that unscrupulous doctor,” Qian said without an ounce of softness. Recently, the money Grandpa Jiang left had also gone to their second branch, so Qian was particularly arrogant when facing Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao shot her a disdainful glance but unexpectedly replied, “Yes, yes, your Jiang You is really something!!”

“Hmph, you bet,” Qian said, as if her tail was proudly wagging in the air.

Mrs. Zhao didn’t want to engage and picked up the plank to leave. But at that moment, a large group of people appeared before Qian.

“Qian? Where is your husband, Jiang You? We’re here to distribute subsidies. Your husband is ill and doesn’t meet the requirements for subsidies. He must return home immediately,” the officials from the post station said after searching for Jiang You and eventually, with the villagers’ help, found Qian.

“Jiang You went to the county early this morning,” Qian’s heart skipped a beat.

Because many officials had come and the villagers loved to watch, a crowd soon gathered again, and Qian couldn’t drive them away.

“Sir, what illness does our master have? How come I didn’t know?” Qian forced down her shock, her lips trembling.

Mrs. Zhao pulled her ear, listening intently.

The official frowned and said disdainfully, “He has a venereal disease.”

Hearing this, Qian’s body shook: “Impossible! He’s always been clean, never gone to brothels. How could he have this kind of disease?”

Bai Yan, being led here by Jiang Chengyan, heard the mention of the venereal disease. Her ears twitched with curiosity as she leaned closer to him and asked, “Husband, what is a venereal disease?”

The rabbit-like girl was curious about everything, always full of questions.

“Why so many questions?” Jiang Chengyan retorted.

“I’m just curious,” Bai Yan pouted.

“Then I’m curious too. Why does what you eat taste like radish but what you produce smells like cabbage?” Jiang Chengyan stared at the little girl expressionlessly. “I’m curious, but did I ask you?”

Bai Yan: “...” How sarcastic!

Feeling annoyed, she raised her leg to kick Jiang Chengyan.

“Don’t keep kicking,” a long, broad hand stroked the rabbit’s head. “Go listen to what they have to say.”

Bai Yan didn’t move.

Her small hand was opened, and those long fingers placed a tiny silver ingot into her palm.

The little bride, who had just been pouting like an oil bottle, immediately scampered toward Mrs. Zhao in the crowd.