Chapter 30: Jiang Chengyan Was Like a Parent Sending Their Little One to Kindergarten

Bai Yan’s skin was quite unique—ordinary fabrics simply couldn’t withstand it. No matter how much she fussed, in the end, Jiang Chengyan had to carry her home to change her clothes.

Yet on the way back, she seemed rather unhappy.

“Aren’t you happy to be wearing new clothes?” Jiang Chengyan asked in his deep voice.

“Husband, if I always want to wear new clothes, could you afford to take care of me?” Bai Yan began to doubt Jiang Chengyan’s ability to keep a rabbit.

“And what if I can’t?” Jiang Chengyan retorted.

As soon as she heard that, Bai Yan perked up. She threw her arms around his neck, excitement lighting up her face. “Today, in the fields, I saw some little mushrooms. We could grow mushrooms! You like eating mushrooms, don’t you?”

“For now, you don’t need to earn a living. Just behave yourself and stay put,” Jiang Chengyan replied, his tone as indifferent as ever.

Bai Yan was not pleased by this response.

“Why not? If we grow mushrooms, we’ll definitely make more money. Then I’ll be able to buy even more wonderful things,” she protested.

Jiang Chengyan’s interest was piqued. Supporting her with one hand and unlocking the door with the other, he asked, “Oh? Tell me, what wonderful things do you want to buy?”

“I want to buy a golden rabbit, about this big.” As she spoke, Bai Yan gestured to show him the size.

Jiang Chengyan turned to look. My goodness—other people’s gold pendants were tiny, but she wanted a rabbit larger than a big porcelain basin.

It would take several pounds of gold—certainly a fine thing.

This time, Jiang Chengyan didn’t answer her. Instead, he tossed a pale yellow dress onto her head.

Just as she was about to wash her dirty clothes, Zhao Chujio’s anxious voice rang out from outside.

“Brother, are you home? Brother, something’s happened—I have to tell you…” Zhao Chujio leaned in and whispered a few words into Jiang Chengyan’s ear. “You’ll have to handle this one yourself.”

Jiang Chengyan, unusually, didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he glanced back toward the west wing.

“Worried about your wife? Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her. I absolutely won’t let her sneak out,” Zhao Chujio promised.

At that, a cold smile curled Jiang Chengyan’s lips.

“Alright, I understand. Tonight, the usual place.” With that, he shut the door with a cold finality.

Inside, Bai Yan had already changed. After a few lessons from Jiang Chengyan, she’d become quite adept at it. At the moment, she was sprawled on the heated brick bed, clutching her stomach.

When Jiang Chengyan pushed the door open, she was lying there, flat as a rabbit-shaped cake.

“I have business to attend to. I’ll be gone for a few days—at most, several, at least one or two. For now, I’ll send you to stay with my parents,” Jiang Chengyan explained honestly.

At his words, Bai Yan, who had looked listless before, immediately sat up and began gathering her things.

A cold laugh suddenly escaped Jiang Chengyan’s lips. “Are you really that happy I’m leaving?”

Bai Yan fell silent, meek as a chick…

The Jiang family home.

Chicken soup simmered in the pot. Jiang Cheng’an was awake now. Father Jiang sat by the stove, tending the fire, while Madam Zhao brewed herbal root tea at his side.

Jiang Chengyan arrived, one hand full of bags, the other holding the hand of the bouncing Bai Yan.

“What is it this time? Here to squeeze us for more money?” Madam Zhao’s voice was thick with disdain.

“I’ll be away for a few days. She’ll stay with you. This is her clean clothing. This bag is her snacks—don’t give her too many, or she’ll eat herself sick. This one is goat’s milk powder—make her a bowl with hot water every morning,” Jiang Chengyan instructed, sounding every bit the parent dropping a small child off at kindergarten.

“Did I ever say I’d look after her?” Madam Zhao scowled fiercely.

“In that case, I’ll go trouble Aunt Wang instead,” Jiang Chengyan said, taking Bai Yan’s hand and preparing to leave.

“Little glutton, we’ve cooked chicken—do you want some?” Madam Zhao called to Bai Yan.

Bai Yan nodded enthusiastically…