Chapter 66: Jiang Chengyan Is Nothing More Than a Handsome Housekeeper

Since coming to Madam Wang’s sheep shed, Jiang Chengyan’s eyes had grown increasingly somber, especially when he saw Bai Yan lean in and press a kiss to one of the bleating sheep. The way she acted was no different from how she usually kissed him.

Even though there was no one else present but the two of them, Jiang Chengyan still couldn’t bring himself to ask her about it.

It wasn’t until Mrs. Zhao and Father Jiang came in, beaming with delight to fetch sheep’s milk, that Jiang Chengyan, silent and unsmiling, took Bai Yan by the hand and headed home without so much as a word to the others.

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The silence persisted all the way home. As soon as they entered, Bai Yan slipped off her pretty shoes embroidered with pearls and put on the rabbit slippers Mrs. Zhao had sewn for her, their soft soles pattering as she went to wash her hands.

Then, with a spoon in hand, she flopped down onto the heated kang, nestled her head on a cute little pillow, and reached out to scoop up some canned yellow peaches.

Just as her spoon was about to touch the sweet, golden fruit, a slender, elegant hand pushed the small bowl aside.

Bai Yan looked up, her face full of dissatisfaction, and glared at Jiang Chengyan.

“What are you doing?” she scolded him.

“Kiss me and I’ll give it back,” Jiang Chengyan said, standing there, his gaze dark and deep as he looked at her.

Bai Yan’s eyes darted mischievously, then she crawled up, steadied herself by holding his waist, and quickly pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Little darling, that’s not right—it’s here,” Jiang Chengyan said, his beautiful fingers touching his thin lips.

Bai Yan glanced up at him, then shook her head resolutely. “No, kissing there will make a bump.”

Seeing Jiang Chengyan’s face grow even darker as he stood there in silence, she hurriedly added in a small voice, “You said so yourself before—you said it would give you a bump.”

Jiang Chengyan fell silent. So this was what it felt like to be hoisted with your own petard.

“Then if you kiss the corner of my lips, you won’t get a bump?” His gaze grew more dangerous, yet the little rabbit before him seemed oblivious. She scooped up a mouthful of peach; the sweetness was utterly enchanting.

“Nope! I kissed the sheep before and didn’t get a bump either!” Bai Yan answered with great confidence—she’d tested it herself, and just a peck didn’t cause any bumps at all.

As soon as these words left her mouth, the light in Jiang Chengyan’s eyes was instantly extinguished. Suddenly, he leaned close, his presence overwhelming Bai Yan completely.

“Little darling, what’s the difference between kissing me and kissing a sheep?” His strikingly handsome face began to look almost frightening to Bai Yan, but even so, she shook her head, stammering, “No…there’s…no difference.”

He had expected as much.

So, in her eyes, he was really no different from a sheep?

“Then tell me—who am I?” Jiang Chengyan reached out and pinched her delicate chin. In that moment, he made no effort to hide his intimidating aura, letting it envelop her entirely.

“You’re my husband,” Bai Yan replied.

“And what else?” Jiang Chengyan pressed on.

Bai Yan began counting on her fingers, glancing up at him several times before continuing, “You’re handsome, you buy me delicious things, you sew clothes for me, you plant beans for me, you carry me to the market…”

Before Bai Yan could finish, Jiang Chengyan’s face had turned completely black.

It seemed, in her heart, his status and image were no different from a housemaid—well, at least a good-looking housemaid.