Chapter 37: He’s Going to Get Married

Jiang Yunhe honestly hadn’t thought much about it—she never expected to get rich just by coming to the county town. No matter how she looked at it, it was something to be happy about.

When the two of them reached the city gate, Brother Wang was sitting on his ox cart smoking. As soon as he saw them, he immediately came over.

“How’d it go? Nothing bad happened, right?”

“Nope, everything’s fine!” Jiang Yunhe grinned. “Thanks for waiting here all this time, Brother Wang. Really appreciate it. Here, a small token of thanks—don’t be shy!”

She pulled out a cucumber as she spoke.

As for her excuse, she had already thought it through—she’d just say she bought it in town to quench her thirst.

Truthfully, she was relying on the fact that Chu Peihan couldn’t see it clearly. Later, she’d just tell him it was picked from her own garden—he’d buy it.

Chu Peihan didn’t expose her lie, but what he didn’t expect… was that she’d actually give the cucumber to Brother Wang. And not him.

First it was Gu Qingyu, now it was Brother Wang.

Jiang Yunhe didn’t notice that he was already sulking. If she had, she would’ve argued with him—didn’t he eat a whole feast for lunch?

Brother Wang, a rather tactful guy, didn’t mention Fang Mianmian at all once they were settled in the cart. With a flick of the whip, he headed back.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant.

Jiang Yunhe once again felt that cucumber was well spent. Just thinking of Fang Mianmian made her laugh—always scheming, always calculating.

Fine. Let her scheme.

This time, Jiang Yunhe wanted to see how Fang Mianmian would get out of it.

Chu Peihan was silently fuming, feeling wronged, but didn’t show it on the surface. Instead, he kept telling himself it didn’t matter.

It’s fine, it’s fine. He had to be generous. It’s just a cucumber!

At worst, tonight he’d sneak into the Jiang family’s vegetable garden and eat everything there.

Feeling her shivering, Chu Peihan thought she was cold and quickly took off his coat to put it over her shoulders. If she got sick, he’d be the one heartbroken.

By the time they got back to the village, it was already dark. Fortunately, no one was outside anymore—it was cold, after all.

So no one even noticed the two of them had gone out!

This time, Jiang Yunhe paid Brother Wang herself and didn’t let Chu Peihan cover it. She even kept reminding him to live well and plan for the future.

After all, he was going to get married soon!

Chu Peihan’s mouth twitched slightly at that but went along without a word. He couldn’t exactly say, “Actually, I’m doing pretty well… not that poor…”

Still, this feeling of being nagged and fussed over by Jiang Yunhe? Not bad at all.

Jiang Yunhe had no idea that he was pretending to be weak on purpose. After getting off the cart, she even insisted on walking him home—so caring and attentive.

Chu Peihan, on the other hand, didn’t feel safe leaving her alone. He wanted to stick by her side like glue—if he could, he’d move into the Jiang house and be her live-in husband. That way he could protect her.

But—

That wouldn’t work.

If the Jiang family were decent, Jiang Yunhe wouldn’t have minded. But clearly, they weren’t. Not only were they not helpful, they were a constant source of trouble.

So she politely declined him and went back by herself.

Before going in, Jiang Yunhe didn’t forget to stash all the money she earned into her space. If Sun Meilin saw it, who knew what chaos she’d stir up?

Honestly, Jiang Yunhe underestimated herself.

It wasn’t just about the thousand yuan—showing even half of that would be shocking enough.

She hadn’t even reached the front gate when she heard loud voices from the courtyard. Every word, every sentence, was a complaint about her.

Jiang Yunhe raised her brows—what a pity!

That sounded like Fang Mianmian’s voice.

She had to admit, Fang Mianmian really had luck on her side. No matter how far she fell, someone was always there to shield her. Not like Jiang Yunhe, who was always the one getting mistreated and plotted against.

The thought darkened her mood.

So—

Bang!

She kicked the door open.

If she couldn’t have peace, then no one else would either.

In the courtyard, Fang Mianmian sat at the center, with Sun Meilin and Jiang Chenglong flanking her. One cried, the other two murmured soft words of comfort like they were free.

Anyone would’ve thought Fang Mianmian was their real daughter—or older sister.

Jiang Dazhuang didn’t even come out—he just sat on the kitchen steps smoking. The whole scene looked oddly harmonious.

Jiang Yunhe thought she was prepared for anything. She had already given up on the Jiang family. But even so, seeing this made her feel like she’d been stabbed in the eyes.

As soon as Sun Meilin saw her, she exploded. “You little wretch! You dare come back? I’ll beat you to death!”

Jiang Chenglong also shot up, grabbing a stool without a word and swinging it at her head. Fast and ruthless, no hesitation.

Jiang Yunhe was dazed for a second. This was the brother she raised? The one she’d cradled and even changed diapers for?

And this was how he treated her?

Unbelievable.

Thud!

Jiang Chenglong didn’t even see how it happened—next thing he knew, the stool had flown out of his hands, made a loop, and smacked him right in the head!

Blood.

Right away.

“You dare hit me, Jiang Yunhe?!”

“I dare beat you to death,” Jiang Yunhe sneered. Honestly, she’d never taught him anything growing up.

So today—she’d teach him everything in one go!

Before he could react, she grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the doorway. He couldn’t run—he was stuck taking the blows.

Utter humiliation.

Sun Meilin turned green seeing her precious son get beaten and rushed over. “You little wretch! You dare hit my son?! I’ll fight you to the death!”

Jiang Yunhe turned her head and gave her a cold stare.

Sun Meilin froze. That eerie, haunted feeling came rushing back. What was this girl? Some kind of demon?

Her heart was full of dread.

But she couldn’t just leave Jiang Chenglong alone.

“If you’ve got a problem, take it out on me. He’s just a child!”

“A child? Your child tried to bash my head open.”

Jiang Yunhe didn’t consider any of them her family anymore. And clearly, they weren’t treating her like one either.

“He didn’t mean it. He’s just young and didn’t know any better!”

“Oh really? If I remember correctly, he’s already eighteen. He drinks, gambles, chases women—he’s done it all. Always fighting with hooligans. You better watch out—one of these days, someone’s going to cripple him.”

Jiang Yunhe’s tone was full of contempt. For a son like that, she had absolutely no respect.