Chapter 58: Jiang Wan, So This Is How Deeply You Love Me

Song Jiuyuan had many wounds on his body—it was truly a miracle he was still alive.

Jiang Wan’s brows furrowed slightly. This was her first time applying medicine to him, and also the first time she saw these wounds.

Her heart ached. No wonder she often saw Madam Song secretly wiping away tears for her son.

“Are you done?”
Song Jiuyuan asked in a low voice, sounding serious, though his pale cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush.

Jiang Wan finished applying the medicine and covered him with his clothes.
“All done. Don’t move around too much.”

“Mm.”

After Song Jiuyuan responded, neither of them said anything else. The air grew quiet. Jiang Wan hugged her knees and sat there, closing her eyes as her consciousness entered her space.

Looking at the vast medicinal field inside, Jiang Wan shouted with excitement in her heart.

Especially at the sight of a large cluster of ginseng—ten or twenty plants of various sizes. She suddenly felt grateful to those who had tried to kill Song Jiuyuan.

If not for them, she wouldn’t have discovered this medicinal field.

“Someone’s coming.”

Song Jiuyuan suddenly opened his eyes. Though seriously injured, his hearing was still sharp.

Jiang Wan opened her eyes as well and made a calming gesture toward him. Then she quietly got up and stepped softly out of the cave.

Fortunately, those people hadn’t found the valley yet, but Jiang Wan was still cautious. She quickly used her power to reach the exit and hid behind a rock wall.

“Boss, we couldn’t find them.”

“Logically, this should be where they fell.”

“You think the water might have carried them off?”

“Possibly. Let’s check downstream!”

“…”

A few men in black hurried off downstream. Jiang Wan let out a breath of relief.

Still, she and Song Jiuyuan should stay hidden for now—there was always the chance they’d come back.

Just as she thought this, someone spoke again.
“Boss, still no sign of them.”
“If we can’t find them, how are we going to report back to our master?”
“Shut up. To the lower stream!”
“…”

Jiang Wan: …

Good thing she hadn’t spoken or gone out just now. Turns out even side characters had some brains.

Jiang Wan tiptoed back into the cave without a word and grabbed Song Jiuyuan’s hand, writing on his palm:

“They’re looking for you.”

Just those five simple words filled Song Jiuyuan’s eyes with coldness. He nodded slightly to show he understood.

The cool touch of her fingertip against his palm seemed to dispel the violent fury that had been boiling inside him.

The two remained silent. As night gradually fell, the darkness helped conceal their presence.

Later that night, Jiang Wan went out again. She didn’t dare cook anything too aromatic, so she pulled two large sweet potatoes from her space.

Song Jiuyuan watched quietly as she buried the sweet potatoes under the fire to roast.

Truthfully, Jiang Wan was feeling a little impatient—she couldn’t wait for Song Jiuyuan to fall asleep so she could return to her space and check on her medicinal field, and also plant the new seeds and fruit trees she had gathered. So once the sweet potatoes were cooked, she immediately handed one to Song Jiuyuan.

“Eat up.”

“It’s very sweet.”

Song Jiuyuan ate slowly and calmly, not in the slightest bit hurried, which left Jiang Wan feeling helpless.

She scarfed down her sweet potato, and meanwhile, Song Jiuyuan had only eaten half of his.

Noticing her eager gaze, Song Jiuyuan’s hand paused mid-air as he hesitated and asked:

“You… still hungry?”

After saying that, he split his remaining half and handed her a small piece.
“Have a bit more if it’s not enough.”

“No, no, I’m full!”
Jiang Wan shook her head quickly. She just wanted him to eat faster and rest, but didn’t know how to bring it up.

“There’s no need to be shy around me.”
Song Jiuyuan thought she was being too polite and looked at her seriously, which made Jiang Wan feel awkward.

“I’m really full.”

“Then why were you staring at me?”

Song Jiuyuan’s blunt question caught Jiang Wan off guard. She scrambled to explain,
“I wasn’t staring at you—I was just zoning out, thinking about something.”

Now it was Song Jiuyuan’s turn to feel embarrassed. He awkwardly tugged at the corner of his lips but didn’t say anything.

The atmosphere turned a bit stiff. Jiang Wan waited for Song Jiuyuan to fall asleep, but the guy stubbornly refused to sleep.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I’ll keep watch. You get some rest.”

Song Jiuyuan figured Jiang Wan must be tired from saving him and falling from such a great height. She deserved a good rest.

“You don’t need to keep watch—I’ll do it. You go to sleep.”

Jiang Wan wanted nothing more than to knock him out. Unfortunately, the guy was tough and determined to stay awake.

After much back and forth, Jiang Wan grew annoyed and sat at the cave entrance without talking to him, clearly upset.

Only then did Song Jiuyuan realize he had messed things up with good intentions. He obediently followed her instructions and closed his eyes.

Maybe it was from exhaustion, or maybe he trusted Jiang Wan—before long, the sound of his light breathing echoed through the cave.

Jiang Wan let out a sigh of relief. She deliberately made soft footstep noises inside the cave. Seeing that Song Jiuyuan didn’t react, she finally entered her space.

She first took a look around her medicinal field, then contentedly found the seeds and fruit trees she had collected earlier.

The space was vast, and Jiang Wan intended to make full use of it. She started by planting the saplings and fruit trees. At that moment, she was grateful to have brought a shovel.

Over a hundred fruit trees—peach, plum, loquat, apple, hawthorn, pear, orange, pomelo, banana, jujube, mulberry, persimmon, and bayberry.

The variety wasn’t huge, but all were common types. She’d look for others when she had the chance.

By the time she finished planting everything, she was exhausted. Just as she was about to start on the vegetables, she suddenly heard Song Jiuyuan groan from outside.

Startled, Jiang Wan rushed out. She saw Song Jiuyuan’s pale face flushed red, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes were shut tight—he looked very uncomfortable.

Still, he bit his lip and endured, unwilling to show weakness.

Jiang Wan sighed and stepped forward, placing her palm on his forehead. Her brows furrowed—it was a fever.

He must’ve caught it from falling into the water, and now the wounds had become infected. She grabbed his hand and carefully checked his pulse. Fortunately, there was no internal injury.

“Sigh… villains really do have it rough.”

Jiang Wan muttered and fetched a basin and towel from her space. She dampened a cloth with cool water and placed it on his face.

Then she rummaged through her supplies and found the fever medicine she had stored from her previous life. She gave Song Jiuyuan some ibuprofen and kept changing the cloth as it heated.

Since she had to watch over him, Jiang Wan grew bored. She took out some herbs and began preparing a few self-defense powders.

Every now and then, she wiped Song Jiuyuan’s sweat. Thankfully, he had a strong constitution—his fever started to subside not long after.

After putting away the basin and towel, Jiang Wan was so tired her eyelids kept drooping. She leaned against Song Jiuyuan and fell asleep.

When Song Jiuyuan slowly woke up in a daze, he felt something pressing against his shoulder.

Opening his eyes, he saw Jiang Wan’s fluffy little head resting on his shoulder—she had fallen asleep beside him.

Looking down, he could see her long eyelashes and the dark circles beneath her pale eyelids. She must’ve had a rough night.

He recalled fragments of the previous night. Though he hadn’t been fully conscious, he had sensed someone quietly tending to him.

Lifting his hand, he gently touched Jiang Wan’s face. A mix of emotions welled up inside him.

Jiang Wan… so this is how deeply you love me.