Chapter 13: Don’t Let Me Hear You Slander My Wife Again

Facing the stammering girl in front of him, Rong Jingchen frowned, his gaze turning even colder.

“I-I’m Ye Huihui…” she said cautiously.

Ye Huihui?

That name sounded unfamiliar.

“Don’t know you.”

“I’m Ye Muqi’s cousin!”

“……”

When Rong Jingchen heard Ye Muqi’s name, he paused and took a closer look at Ye Huihui. Sure enough, she didn’t seem familiar at all—he probably had never seen her before.

However, if one looked closely, there were indeed slight similarities between her features and Ye Muqi’s.

Rong Jingchen didn’t doubt her identity further. Since she was Ye Muqi’s cousin, that made her a relative of sorts. Being too cold seemed inappropriate.

With that, his expression finally eased a little.

“Is there something you need?” Although his tone became slightly more polite, there was still a distant look in his eyes.

Ye Huihui clenched her fists at her sides, feeling somewhat displeased at his indifference.

Though Rong Jingchen was known for being cold and aloof, she had clearly seen him yesterday—when he was shopping for groceries with Ye Muqi, his gaze had been gentle. Still a bit cold, yes, but with a completely different feeling!

Ye Huihui’s jealousy flared uncontrollably. How she wished Rong Jingchen would look at her with that same gaze.

Why?

After all, Ye Muqi had only gotten this marriage through scheming!

“I heard… that this time, you’re taking Ye Muqi with you to the military district. Is that true?” Ye Huihui forced a gentle smile while suppressing her jealousy.

Rong Jingchen found it odd that Ye Huihui came to ask him this. Since she was Ye Muqi’s cousin, wouldn’t it be easier to just ask her directly?

“Yes.” But since she was his wife’s relative, Rong Jingchen nodded lightly.

Ye Huihui’s fists tightened even more.

“But Ye Muqi can’t do anything right—she can’t even handle the smallest chores. Taking her to the military district will only be trouble for you, won’t it? What if she embarrasses you? That wouldn’t reflect well on you at all!” Her tone grew anxious as she spoke, pretending to be concerned about him, but every word was a dig at Ye Muqi.

“You left right after registering the marriage with Ye Muqi and haven’t come back for a whole year. You don’t even know what kind of person she really is. How can you just take someone like her to the military district?” she continued, piling on more criticism.

Rong Jingchen’s eyes were now icy cold. “What kind of person is she?”

Ye Huihui didn’t pick up on the chill in his voice and thought he was listening.

“Ye Muqi has a bad temper, is willful and dramatic, doesn’t take advice, totally spoiled—she can’t do anything. She just relies on her looks to seduce men…” Ye Huihui exaggerated wildly.

After all, Rong Jingchen hadn’t returned in a year and couldn’t verify the truth. Maybe a few things she said were over the top, but Ye Muqi’s behavior—now that, she didn’t think she was exaggerating at all.

What she didn’t realize was that with every sentence she uttered, Rong Jingchen’s face became graver and his gaze sharper—like knives about to fly out.

As she kept speaking, her voice gradually diminished and finally fell silent.

So scary. Why did Rong Jingchen look even more terrifying now than when he caught her following him?

“You’re Ye Muqi’s cousin. Why are you slandering her like this?” Rong Jingchen asked coldly.

He even began to doubt whether she truly was Ye Muqi’s cousin.

He doesn’t believe me?

He really doesn’t believe me?

Ye Huihui was both anxious and angry. Her rage momentarily overtook her fear of him.

“How did I slander her? Go ask around town—everyone knows this stuff! I didn’t lie!” she argued, suddenly putting on a pitiful expression.

“If you really are her cousin, you shouldn’t be saying such things behind her back.” Rong Jingchen’s face darkened. Under the dim moonlight, his sharp features appeared even more intimidating. “Even if what you said were true, I can handle it myself. I don’t need anyone else commenting!”

Not to mention, based on his recent time spent with Ye Muqi, he didn’t think she was anything like what this woman described. And now that he had decided to treat Ye Muqi well and live a good life with her, he wouldn’t tolerate anyone slandering his legally married wife.

Ye Huihui was stunned. It took her a moment to understand what Rong Jingchen meant: even if Ye Muqi really were so bad, he was still standing by her.

He left her behind a year ago and hid in the army. So how come now he’s suddenly so accepting?

Could it really be because of that river incident?

“I… I just don’t want our town to be humiliated…” Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Ye Huihui couldn’t hold it in and started to cry, her shoulders shaking.

“Don’t let me hear you slander my wife again.” Rong Jingchen shot her a final glance, then turned and walked away, ignoring her crying.

“……”

Ye Huihui burst into even louder sobs.

…

“Well, son, did a girl just confess to you? Not bad!” Yin Lan teased as Rong Jingchen returned home. “But you’re married now, so rejecting her is the right thing to do. Just don’t be too harsh—you scared the poor girl to tears.”

She had seen the whole thing from the upstairs window.

Still, she wasn’t worried. After all, she knew her son well—he wasn’t the type to be swayed by another woman.

Besides, when it came to looks, Yin Lan truly believed no girl in town could compare to Ye Muqi.

And judging by Rong Jingchen’s face when he came home, even though she hadn’t heard what was said, she could guess it wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

Although Rong Jingchen was handsome, his strict demeanor and years of military training gave him an intimidating presence. Coupled with his tall and strong frame, not many girls dared to approach him.

If not for Ye Muqi’s deep affection for him, Yin Lan couldn’t imagine when she would’ve ever seen her son get married.

“Mom, that was Ye Muqi’s cousin,” Rong Jingchen explained. “It wasn’t a confession.”

“Her cousin? What’s she doing here so late?” Yin Lan’s teasing expression quickly changed.

“She just came to chat for a bit. Didn’t say much.”

Rong Jingchen wasn’t the type to gossip behind people’s backs. Besides, what Ye Huihui said wasn’t worth repeating.

Yin Lan could tell her son didn’t want to talk about it, so she didn’t press further. Still, her expression turned thoughtful.

After a moment, she went back to the window to take a look. Ye Huihui lingered outside for quite a while before finally leaving. Yin Lan took note of it and kept it in mind.

Rong Jingchen took a shower and returned to his room. Yin Lan glanced at his firmly closed door, then at the house’s telephone—then headed upstairs.