Chapter 2: Be Good, Don’t Make Trouble

Sun Meilin trembled in fear, looking at her like she was possessed. “You—you—you… What are you trying to do?!”

Jiang Yunhe raised her hand. The shovel scraped past Sun Meilin’s scalp. Her eyes were vicious. “Sun Meilin, I’ll marry whoever I want. You’d better shut your mouth—otherwise… heh.”

Sun Meilin, refusing to back down, grabbed a nearby brick and swung it at her. She was clearly out for blood—she really meant to kill.

Jiang Yunhe dodged sideways, then picked up the shovel handle and started swinging. Blow after blow rained down on Sun Meilin’s head and body.

All these years, she had been oppressed by this woman. She’d had enough.

Sun Meilin missed with the brick and turned to flee. The tables had turned. Usually, it was Jiang Yunhe running around the courtyard being beaten.

Now…

Sun Meilin was the one running, and Jiang Yunhe gave relentless chase, clearly not planning to stop.

Sun Meilin had no choice but to run toward Chu Peihan’s place, shouting as she went.

“Help! Help! This wretched girl is trying to kill me!”

“Get over here!”

“Jiang Yunhe, you little bastard. If I had known, I would’ve drowned you in the river back then!”

“Oh really?” Jiang Yunhe had heard this kind of talk too often—it didn’t affect her anymore. When Sun Meilin opened her mouth, it was no different from farting. Her eyes grew even more ruthless.

It was harvest season.

Around 3 p.m., everyone was out in the fields. No one would come to help, no matter how much Sun Meilin screamed.

Maybe it was time to settle this once and for all.

Chu Peihan sensed her approaching and grabbed her, tossing her to the ground. “Apologize.”

Sun Meilin: “…”

Apologize? Whose side was this blind man on?!

He must want Jiang Yunhe to apologize to her. After all, this blind fool still wanted to marry her. If he succeeded, she’d be his mother-in-law—more important than his own mother!

But Jiang Yunhe’s gaze softened slightly at the sight of Chu Peihan. Her reason slowly returned. After calming down, she whispered, “Peihan, let me take you back first.”

Chu Peihan tilted his head, his unfocused gaze falling in her direction. A moment later, he said softly, “Do what you want. Go ahead. Don’t be afraid—I’m here.”

He knew her life hadn’t been easy. He’d always known.

But he had never had a legitimate reason to get close to her.

This time, the Jiang family had spread the rumor themselves, so he came. Whether it worked or not, he had to try. Otherwise, he’d regret it.

Jiang Yunhe’s heart fluttered, a soft ache blooming inside her.

She knew he wouldn’t blame her, but she hadn’t expected him to help her.

Chu Peihan… he always indulged her.

Sun Meilin gritted her teeth. “You blind bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?! I’m telling you, as long as I’m around—”

Smack—!

Before she could finish, Jiang Yunhe struck her again with the shovel. This time, it hit her jaw squarely. A few teeth flew out.

Her face swelled quickly, looking quite horrifying.

Sun Meilin was stunned. “You—you…”

Before she could finish, she passed out.

Jiang Yunhe looked her over, gave her a light kick, and when there was no response, finally stopped. She tossed the shovel aside and quietly said, “I’m not usually this fierce, you believe me, right?”

Chu Peihan smiled faintly. “I forgot—I can’t see.”

So, whatever she did—it didn’t matter.

Jiang Yunhe frowned and waved her hand in front of his face, voice soft with guilt. “Don’t say things like that! Chu Peihan, I mean it. If it won’t work otherwise, I’ll pack up and move in with you today.”

Marrying him—that’s what she’d always wanted.

As for her heartless Jiang family? They could go rot.

Chu Peihan gently reached out and touched her head, his voice soothing. “No rush. If I’m going to marry you, it’ll be with proper rites. Here, take this—it’s your betrothal gift.”

This was always meant for her.

Originally, he thought Jiang Yunhe cared about her family, so he wanted to go through proper channels. Eloping didn’t seem realistic.

But seeing how fierce she was now… he was reassured.

Jiang Yunhe refused. “I don’t want it. Keep it yourself.”

Chu Peihan frowned. “Be good. How can a bride refuse the betrothal gift?”

Jiang Yunhe replied, “You’ve seen my situation. I’m not in a place to accept a betrothal gift. Even if I did, it probably wouldn’t reach me. How about this—you keep it for me for now?”

Chu Peihan: “…”

Fair enough.

The Jiang family really wasn’t reliable.

Jiang Yunhe certainly wouldn’t take his money. The Chu family wasn’t wealthy either. If he managed to put together a betrothal gift… it was probably his disability compensation from the state.

After all, a perfectly healthy man…

Now reduced to this…

Just thinking about it made her heart ache.

Jiang Yunhe changed the subject quickly. “Let’s go, I’ll take you back.”

Chu Peihan shook his head. “No need. You stay here. I can manage on my own.”

Jiang Yunhe: “…”

Manage, my ass!

Did he think she didn’t notice the dirt on his clothes? He couldn’t even see properly—how had he gotten here? It broke her heart just looking at him.

Chu Peihan, not wanting her to follow, turned to leave.

But how could she let him go just like that? She quickly ran up, grabbed his arm, and held his hand. They were going to get married anyway—sooner or later didn’t matter.

Startled, Chu Peihan froze on the spot, his voice hoarse: “Be good, don’t make trouble.”

Jiang Yunhe blinked innocently. “I just want to walk you home.”

She was a young girl—naïve and unaware.

But he was a grown man. He couldn’t take advantage of her. Even if Jiang Yunhe was being forced into marriage, or simply didn’t care, still…

If word got out they were holding hands, people’s gossip could drown her.

Chu Peihan patiently explained, “Yunhe, it wouldn’t look proper.”

Jiang Yunhe raised an eyebrow. “What’s improper? Chu Peihan, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll find Third Auntie later to pick an auspicious date. I’m marrying you.”

Chu Peihan hesitated. “This isn’t child’s play. Are you really sure? If it’s because of the Jiang family… or Jiang Chenglong, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

Jiang Yunhe stopped, her blood turning cold. The passion in her chest faded. “What do you mean? Are you doing charity now?!”

Chu Peihan: “I just…”

Just didn’t want her to regret it.

If it were before his injury, of course he could marry her. Anything would have been fine. But now, he was blind.

Marrying a blind man—was that really what was best for her?