Chapter 63: Husband, Isn't It Sweet?

In the eyes of her family, Jiang Cheng'an had always been a quiet, reserved person, one who disliked socializing and shunned crowds. So seeing him alone at the bustling market felt oddly out of place.

Mrs. Qian followed the direction Jiang Yuan was pointing and saw Jiang Cheng'an standing in front of a rouge stall, head lowered, carefully comparing several boxes of rouge with the same meticulous expression he wore when studying books.

“He must be buying it for that woman, Zhao,” Mrs. Qian remarked dismissively. “Come on, we need to hurry or the cheap meat will be gone.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan immediately showed her displeasure, muttering in a low voice, “Does Father really have no money left? Mother, can’t we ever go back to Lin County?”

Jiang Yuan’s muttering was quiet, but somehow it ignited Mrs. Qian’s anger. Amid the bustling crowd, Mrs. Qian’s critical voice rang out, scolding Jiang Yuan: “What nonsense are you spouting, you unlucky girl? It’s all your fault! How could I be so miserable, cursed by you so I can’t even bear a son? If not for you, would I be so humiliated?”

Jiang Yuan, in the throes of adolescence, cared deeply about herself. Mrs. Qian’s words stripped her of all dignity. She stood there, stunned, as if unable to comprehend what had just happened.

“What are you staring at? Go carry the things!” Mrs. Qian raised her foot and kicked Jiang Yuan in the shin, then shot a fierce glare at Jiang Cheng'an by the rouge stall.

They had not a single son in their family, while that woman Zhao had borne two!

Mrs. Qian vented all her frustrations on Jiang Yuan, kicking her again.

In just a short span, Jiang Yuan’s clothes were already filthy. Her eyes grew hot, her plain lips pressed tightly together as she desperately tried not to let her tears fall.

Just then, she looked up and saw Bai Yan and Jiang Chengyan ahead.

Jiang Chengyan’s basket was stacked with parcels of all sizes, while Bai Yan bounced and skipped beside him. Whatever Bai Yan said, Jiang Chengyan soon put down his basket and lifted Bai Yan onto his back.

Bai Yan cheerfully clung to Jiang Chengyan’s back, yawning sleepily.

“Serves you right for fussing with those mushrooms late at night,” Jiang Chengyan remarked with a hint of jealousy. The little mushrooms had finally sprouted from their fungus bags, and Bai Yan treated them more lovingly than her own child, checking on them seven or eight times a day.

“Don’t worry, soon I’ll sell them and earn money to take care of you,” Bai Yan replied, grinning.

Yet before she finished laughing, she spotted a figure bent over buying candy up ahead and called out loudly, “Mother!”

Madam Zhao turned around, seeing Bai Yan perched on Jiang Chengyan’s back, and was delighted. She weighed out the candy and hurried over.

“So you’re out as well, girl? I bought you some puffed rice candy, try it,” she said, stuffing a bag of candy into Bai Yan’s arms.

Jiang Chengyan frowned, his voice cool and indifferent: “It’ll ruin your teeth.”

Madam Zhao’s face fell, as was her habit, but Bai Yan had already bitten into a piece of candy with a crunch.

Jiang Chengyan turned his head, about to take the bag of candy from her arms, when, in the next moment, the little rabbit leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Husband, isn’t it sweet?”

Jiang Chengyan: “……”

The man licked his lips—it was indeed very sweet.