Chapter 6

Jiang Sui is very open-minded. At worst, she can just leave her hometown.

It’s better than keeping Song Sichen by your side and ending up being killed in revenge.

Song Sichen suppressed his anger and issued a final warning: “Nonsense, you are not allowed to call me Lady Song.”

Jiang Sui responded lightly: “Oh, I see.”

She raised the corners of her lips in the mirror, looking playful and cute:

“Song. Beauty.”

Song Sixen, who was about to enter the inner room, staggered and took a deep breath.

Jiang Sui watched him enter the room, rolled his eyes upwards, and continued to output.

“As expected, beauties tend to have bad tempers, but since she’s beautiful, I can tolerate this little flaw.”

Song Sichen in the room just thought of himself as a cabbage planted in the soil.

Close your eyes and don’t look or think.

When Jiang Sui pushed open the door and came in from outside, he almost shrank into the corner.

Like guarding against thieves.

Jiang Sui curled her lips. Look how aggrieved she looks.

He looked like he was about to break.

She had just touched the pillow beside the bed when Song Sichen suddenly opened his eyes, his voice filled with endless resentment and resistance.

“Jiang Sui, stay away from me. I feel very uncomfortable today.”

Jiang Sui took the quilt and pillow to the ground and looked at him as if he was a fool.

“It’s inexplicable. I’m not blind. Don’t I know whether you are feeling well or not?”

Song Sichen: “…”

Such a conversation sounds a bit strange.

Seeing that she was actually going to sleep on the floor today, Song Sichen was even more confused about what she was thinking.

Jiang Sui usually falls asleep with her head touching the pillow.

After tossing and turning all night, she didn’t feel hard even if she slept on the floor.

Less than three seconds after my head touched the pillow, I could hear the sound of even breathing.

That night, compared to Jiang Sui’s sound sleep, Song Sichen was once again troubled by nightmares.

In his dream, he returned to the time when he was seriously injured, and all the joints in his body seemed to be broken.

The bones cannot be reassembled, there are multiple internal injuries throughout the body, and the pain is so clear.

He lay in bed like a useless person.

But Jiang Sui came closer again and started to take off his clothes with her skilled hands.

She smelled bad and left black handprints on his clothes.

Song Sichen suddenly woke up, gasping for breath.

“Is it a dream?”

He glanced at his hands.

Jiang Sui was still sleeping soundly underground.

The moonlight shone in, Jiang Sui turned over, and Song Sichen was able to see her facial features clearly.

Jiang Sui’s features are actually very delicate. She has beautiful bone structure, and her cheekbones are not very high, but they are just enough to hold the flesh on her face.

Even though she has an oval face, it doesn’t look round and thick.

“Quick, give me the surgical forceps.”

Jiang Sui suddenly spoke.

Song Sichen turned around to look for her, but found himself in bed.

“What pliers?”

He thought she was awake and asked.

What do you need pliers for late at night?

Jiang Sui was confused, and Song Sichen listened and guessed.

“The baby is too big. If we delay any longer, the mother will not be able to bear it and there will be two deaths…”

After hearing it clearly, Song Sichen: “…”

This woman has been acting crazy the whole day, even in her dreams.

His expression turned cold, he turned his back to Jiang Sui and continued to sleep.

the next day.

Jiang Sui was awakened by the sound of a window without curtains.

The sun outside was blinding. She crawled out of the quilt, but Song Sichen was no longer on the bed.

Knowing that he was going to work in the production team, Jiang Sui put on her shoes and carried the quilt to the bed.

“He’s a stubborn guy with a bad temper and a sharp tongue. He still goes to work despite being injured. If he were in our place, wouldn’t he be a role model for work?”

After washing up, Jiang Sui sat at the desk and saw a handwritten form on the wall.

It was written by Song Sichen.

What a bad luck! I have to attend cultural training in the afternoon.

Jiang Sui held up her hair with one hand: “How miserable.”

By the way, it was mentioned in the original book that Song Sichen’s official partner lived in the next village, but unfortunately the two never met before returning to the city.

Once they clearly met at a cultural training session, but they missed each other, which made the readers very anxious.

Jiang Sui is very aware of her role as a supporting character.

So her biggest headache right now is that she has never done any farm work!

If you go out to work rashly, you will definitely be exposed.

If the truth is revealed and Song Sichen adds fuel to the fire, her fate will be no better than death on the spot.

Jiang Sui stood up from the chair impatiently, accidentally touched the tape on the table, and hurriedly picked it up.

Almost subconscious actions and reactions.

Seeing the small reel of tape, the muscles in her fingers seemed to recall the past and she rewound the scattered tape back together.

Suddenly, a new memory came to my mind, which was about movie playing and movie equipment maintenance.

Jiang Sui suddenly laughed out loud, with a bit of “craziness”.

“Hahaha, I don’t even have to get off the ground!”

Come to think of it, the original owner wasn’t completely useless.

Half a year ago, on a night when the village chief’s daughter was blocked and molested by a man from a neighboring village, the original owner happened to pass by and pushed the man away, shouting for help.

The original owner’s reputation was well-known in the surrounding villages. The man was furious and was about to explode when he saw that it was Jiang Sui.

Thinking of her reputation as a female hooligan and fearing that she would be taken advantage of, the man ran away as fast as he could.

Because she had helped the village chief’s daughter, she got the opportunity to take the examination to be a film projectionist.

At first, no one believed that she could do the job, but after a period of training, Jiang Sui got the hang of it faster than anyone else and could even handle some simple mechanical repairs.

As a result, he became the best candidate for projectionist.

Not only does it not require much effort, but the salary is also relatively high.

When it was announced that she would be the film projectionist, it caused dissatisfaction among many villagers.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sui pulled the quilt with one hand, returned to the bed, and lay down.

“God help me, the film projectionist, the stable job is so good.”

Apart from anything else, the original owner’s familiarity with those devices seemed to have become muscle memory in her as well.

“No wonder the original owner was so confident in pursuing Song Sichen. It turns out that she had the capital. After all, who can’t stand up straight when they have money?”

Jiang Sui was muttering to herself.

Song Sichen and the original owner were getting married, and that was something they were secretly happy about.

Her monthly salary subsidy is at least twice what Song Sichen currently receives.

How many people in the village were eyeing this piece of fat meat. As long as she didn’t make any mistakes in her work, this job would ensure her a worry-free life.

Jiang Sui was swinging leisurely with one leg on her knee when she heard someone shouting outside the yard.

“Jiang Sui, come out!”