Chapter 7: Oh No, Could It Be Poisoned?

Jiang Yunhe suddenly understood: he could sense her emotions—he even knew what she was thinking. That wasn’t an easy thing to do.

Even her relationship with Chu Peihan didn’t go that deep.

But that man’s attitude was definitely strange!

Before, he had been so firm and eager to propose, but then suddenly grew hesitant. That was not a good sign.

She needed to straighten him out!

His mindset needed to keep up with the pace.

Outside, no matter how much Sun Meilin hated it, she still cooked the meal. Of course, it wasn’t because she wanted to, but because she had to. Otherwise, when Jiang Dazhuang came home, she’d be the one getting beaten.

However, it had been so long since she’d cooked that she couldn’t even manage the fire. With her face already injured by Jiang Yunhe earlier, now she looked even more miserable—covered in soot and grime.

As soon as Jiang Dazhuang walked in, he saw her and looked thoroughly displeased.

“You damned woman—look at yourself! What kind of state is that?!”

“I…” Sun Meilin had considered playing the victim, but when she saw his scowling face, she didn’t dare say a word. Say the wrong thing now and she’d suffer for it.

Hearing them bicker, Jiang Yunhe raised an eyebrow. She turned and climbed up onto the brick bed, reached up to the beam, and retrieved a ball of red yarn. She tore off a piece, tied it around her wrist thoughtfully, then stashed the rest away again.

This was evidence, and she had to use it wisely.

Otherwise, Sun Meilin definitely wouldn’t give up so easily.

“You lie around the house all day doing nothing, don’t even care to help out—and now you can’t even cook a proper meal. What good are you? Sun Meilin, are you asking for a beating?!”

“No, no, I—I’ve finished cooking.” Sun Meilin responded meekly, trying to stay calm. But as she turned to glance inside the house, her expression changed and she barked, “You little brat! Still hiding in there?! How long do you plan to be lazy?!”

“Keep your voice down, you’re annoying me!” Jiang Dazhuang said with a scowl. He was clearly fed up with her—had been for a long time.

If he had a choice, why would he have tolerated her nonsense for so long?

Sun Meilin’s smile stiffened, her anger bubbling inside. Jiang Dazhuang wasn’t skilled at anything except beating women.

In the past, that brat Jiang Yunhe would always take the blame. But now…

Jiang Yunhe listened to their argument and sneered quietly. Honestly, neither of them were decent people. At best, it was just two dogs fighting—fur flying everywhere.

In short, they deserved a good lesson.

With that, she briskly pushed open the door and stepped out.

Jiang Dazhuang didn’t even lift his eyelids or glance her way. He sat at the table, poured himself some baijiu, looking totally at ease.

Sun Meilin seethed inwardly. She’d hoped Jiang Dazhuang would notice something off about Jiang Yunhe and take the chance to deal with her—but clearly, she was out of luck.

“Hurry up and set the table! What, you need me to teach you how to do even that?!”

“Coming, coming.” Sun Meilin was even angrier seeing Jiang Yunhe’s nonchalant expression but dared not lash out. She was simmering with frustration.

Jiang Yunhe saw her heading to the kitchen and let out a soft chuckle.

Finally, Jiang Dazhuang looked up at her. His gaze fell on the red string on her wrist and he said sharply, “Why are you tying that red thread around your wrist? Take it off!”

Jiang Yunhe replied calmly, “To ward off evil.”

To be fair, Jiang Dazhuang had never really hit her or anything—but his long-term neglect was punishment enough.

Still, it didn’t really matter anymore.

She didn’t care.

Jiang Dazhuang seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he let it go. Forget it.

“Why didn’t you cook today?”

“My mom said you haven’t had her cooking in a long time and wanted to treat you a little,” Jiang Yunhe said smoothly. Of course, she wouldn’t tell the truth. Her plan hadn’t even begun yet.

After all, the real drama hadn’t started. If she killed the fun too early, there’d be no payoff later.

Jiang Dazhuang raised an eyebrow, looking fierce.

Her, cook?

He didn’t want to be mean, but food made by Sun Meilin? You’d think it was pig slop.

As Sun Meilin brought over the dishes, she saw his grim face and cold expression. Her hands trembled, and she nearly dropped the food.

Jiang Yunhe caught her reaction and thought curiously—how could someone so timid dare to have an affair?

Or maybe that old man Li was just that charming.

As Sun Meilin got closer, she saw the red string on Jiang Yunhe’s wrist and ground her teeth in anger. How dare she display it openly?!

“Jiang! Yun! He!”

“Keep it down. Can’t I eat in peace?!” Jiang Dazhuang slammed the table. Hearing her tone, he assumed Sun Meilin was picking another fight.

She trembled at his outburst and fell silent. She quickly set the dishes down, fetched the bowls and chopsticks, and moved efficiently—like her life depended on it.

She was terrified that if she left the room, Jiang Yunhe might say something to Jiang Dazhuang.

And once he got angry, he wasn’t just temperamental—he was dangerous enough to kill. That wasn’t a joke.

Jiang Yunhe rested her hand on the red yarn and smiled slightly. Seemed like this move was a good one—perfect, even.

So this is what it felt like to have someone in the palm of your hand.

Hongli:
Oh boy… He knew his master wasn’t a good person.

Sun Meilin, sitting nearby and seeing Jiang Yunhe deep in thought, grew more panicked. Her face twisted.

“Just eat the food—what’s with all the theatrics? Here, take this,” she said as she set a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Jiang Yunhe.

Before Jiang Yunhe could speak, Jiang Dazhuang gave Sun Meilin a frosty glare and immediately snatched the plate away. Even with land distributed to each family in recent years, eggs were still a luxury!

If you got white flour during holidays, you were lucky.

Sun Meilin’s eyelid twitched—That plate wasn’t safe to eat!

She raised her hand and smashed it on the ground.

The room fell silent.

Jiang Dazhuang turned to her, his face growing darker. “Sun Meilin, are you crazy?! If you don’t want to live, just say it! Why beat around the bush with this nonsense? I bust my ass working outside, and when I come home, I can’t even eat a damn egg?!”

Sun Meilin stammered, “I—I just remembered there was a rat in the kitchen while I was cooking earlier, so, so…”

Jiang Yunhe chimed in, “Oh no—could it be poisoned?!”