Chapter 67: Little Darling, Did You Lie to Me???

“What do you take me for, hmm?” Jiang Chengyan pushed the small bowl of yellow peaches aside, then pulled Bai Yan onto his lap.

Bai Yan’s eyelashes trembled incessantly. She didn’t know much about human affairs, and at this moment, she couldn’t give Jiang Chengyan a perfect answer.

Jiang Chengyan was someone who excelled at coaxing others slowly, but before Bai Yan, he was done with patience. He suddenly leaned in, bringing his lips to Bai Yan’s ear, his voice deliberately seductive, “Little darling, back on the mountain, you said we’d have baby rabbits together in the future.”

“You also said you’d grow mushrooms to feed me.”

“Or was all that just a trick to get food and drink from me?”

Jiang Chengyan spoke from a moral high ground, leaving Bai Yan dazed and speechless.

“In the human world, breaking a promise comes at a price. As rabbits, don’t you have such rules?” Jiang Chengyan spoke the gentlest words with the coldest gaze.

Though Bai Yan was held in his arms, she couldn’t help but shiver.

“You don’t want to be with me? Then who do you want to be with? Wang Ermazi? Zhang San? Zhao Chujie already looks quite good.”

“But he eats rabbits,” Bai Yan suddenly cried, clutching Jiang Chengyan’s neck tightly. As for those people he mentioned—Zhang San, Wang Ermazi—they were all so ugly...

“Am I no different from sheep?” The question circled back to its original point.

Bai Jin was nearly in tears from fright; hearing this, she quickly shook her head, “No... not the same, you’re much better looking than sheep.”

Jiang Chengyan: “...”

Well, that was a pointless question.

After Jiang Chengyan’s probing, Bai Yan lost all interest in eating peaches. She turned away, curled up under the covers, hugging the little pillow sewn by the Zhao family, her back to Jiang Chengyan.

“I’m not angry yet, and you’re the first to get cross?” Jiang Chengyan sat at the edge of the kang, reached out and dragged the quilt she had over herself right to his side.

Bai Yan quickly burrowed her head under the covers, but she was a step too slow.

“The bill at Ru Yi Restaurant—settle it yourself. I’m off to tidy up the guest room.” With that, Jiang Chengyan stuffed a purse under her pillow and strode out.

As soon as Jiang Chengyan left, Bai Yan’s head popped out and she reached for the purse.

When she opened it, a heap of small silver ingots spilled out before her eyes.

“Wow,” she gasped.

Jiang Chengyan’s hearing was sharp; he caught the little sound from inside and curled his lips. Yet this... was far from enough.

She didn’t understand yet, but he would make her understand.

The man in her life would only ever be him.

...

Jiang Chengyan hadn’t finished tidying up the guest room when Zhao Chujie came running, pounding on the door, “Brother, come quick, something’s happened to Cheng’an!”

Bai Yan, who had been counting money on the kang, heard Zhao Chujie’s loud voice, and in a flash, jumped down, slipped on her shoes, and ran outside.

Meanwhile, at the Jiang family home on the west side of the village—

Jiang Yuan had one hand gripping the silent Jiang Cheng’an, the other hurling a pile of rouge and powder onto the floor.

“Auntie, look at second brother! He’s been hiding in his room putting on rouge. Saw him buying it at the market today—I thought it was for you, but he’s using it himself! No wonder they call him Lady Jiang; he really was born in the wrong body. For a grown man, this is downright perverse!”