The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 200 I'm the only one to see you off to the end
Jiang Yanran was a little worried, but she still believed in Lin Mowan in her heart. After all, if Lin Mowan hadn't helped her, she would not have been able to save Tong Yuhua.

After wanting to say something for a while, she finally didn't dare to say anything. She nodded in response and turned away.

If Jiang Yanran could see the truth, Lin Mowan naturally could not fail to see it, but she did not take the initiative to speak. She just lowered her eyes and pretended nothing had happened as she played with the teacup in her hand.

After a while, Tong Yuhua twisted the handkerchief in her hand in a tangled way, but she gritted her teeth and said, "We have known each other for a long time, so I won't beat around the bush. I admire your courage and calculation, but I can't. I don't want to get involved in these disputes. I just want Yanran to grow up safely, find a reliable husband in the future, and live a stable life. Miss Lin, you promised to fulfill my wish."

Having seen her methods, Tong Yuhua was really scared. She was afraid that she would use these methods on her and her daughter. She was also afraid that she would destroy the bridge after crossing the river and had no intention of leaving them alive.

She could care about nothing, but she couldn't help but make plans for Jiang Yanran. She was her only concern in this world. Now that things had come to this, in order to protect herself, she could only find an opportunity to explain things to Lin Mowan.

But facing Tong Yuhua's words, Lin Mowan didn't seem surprised, or perhaps she had guessed it from the beginning. She just lowered her eyes thoughtfully and played with the cup in her hand.

During the long wait, Tong Yuhua felt a little uneasy, and her eyes became nervous when she looked at Lin Mowan. After a long time, Lin Mowan let out a breath softly. Tong Yuhua couldn't understand her expression, but she felt her heart in her throat and silently clenched the handles of the chair.

It took a long time until the person on the bed started coughing violently. Perhaps because she was concentrating too much, Tong Yuhua was startled. She turned around and saw Jiang Wenqing on the bed coughing violently, with faint signs of waking up.

After a short silence, Tong Yuhua finally reacted, quickly gathered her composure, stood up, and hurried to the bed, looking at him with concern: "Master, how do you feel?"

Perhaps because he had just woken up, Jiang Wenqing was unable to move yet. He could only slightly turn his head and eyelids. His gaze fell on Tong Yuhua. He had no reaction at first, but as if he had caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, he turned his eyes and saw Lin Mowan sitting next to him. His emotions suddenly became excited.

He was breathing heavily, his whole body tensed up, his eyes wide open with anger, looking as if he wanted to tear Lin Mowan's bones apart, skin her, pull out her tendons and drink her blood.

Looking at his bloodshot eyes and his crazy look as he was struggling to remember, Tong Yuhua stepped back in fear, moving further away from the bed.

Perhaps it was this subtle movement that hurt Jiang Wenqing's sensitive nerves. He twisted his mouth in anger, but still could not move. He could only breathe at Tong Yuhua.

Tong Yuhua looked back at Lin Mowan in bewilderment for a moment, but Lin Mowan seemed very calm. She just put down the cup in her hand and said, "Father needs to rest, Second Aunt should go back first."

Looking at Jiang Wenqing, who was lying on the bed like a madman, neither human nor ghost, Tong Yuhua certainly didn't want to stay any longer. With Lin Mowan's words, Tong Yuhua no longer asked questions that had not been answered before. She nodded quickly, turned around and walked out quickly.

The door was slowly closed, and Lin Mowan stood up and walked to the chair and table beside the bed. Looking at Jiang Wenqing who was unable to move on the bed, she showed a calm but inexplicably crazy smile and said calmly: "The doctor said that you need to rest because of your blood attack on your heart. It is not suitable for you to get out of bed for the time being. I will serve you in the future."

Jiang Wenqing looked at Lin Mowan, who was smiling gently in front of him, and the chill and fear in his heart became stronger and stronger. He tried desperately to protest by shouting "woo woo", but his crooked mouth could not make any sound.

Lin Mowan didn't care, still smiling with curved eyebrows. She breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "Father, you see, you have so many children, but I am the one who will see you off to the end. Tell me, what have you been tossing and turning in your life?" As she spoke, her tone was full of regret and reluctance. Jiang Wenqing couldn't speak, and could only stare at her anxiously, but she seemed not to see it, and continued to speak gently to herself: "You know, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and I was afraid that it would be too late. But fortunately, my mother's spirit in heaven blessed me and let me wait for it."

After saying that, she burst into laughter. Her laughter was low and revealed the smugness that only a winner could have. Jiang Wenqing's eyes turned red with anger and he protested with "wooooooooooooo", but Lin Mowan didn't care and just got up and left.

In the next few days, Lin Mowan sent people to get and boil Jiang Wenqing's medicine, and then she personally delivered it to him and fed it to him. Sometimes, when Jiang Wenqing's condition improved, he would angrily sweep the medicine bowl out of Lin Mowan's hand. The medicine bowl fell to the ground with a crackling sound, accompanied by Jiang Wenqing's roar, which made the maids and servants standing outside couldn't help but be scared.

Lin Mowan didn't care. She just picked up the broken pieces on the ground, asked someone to bring another bowl, and fed him gently and carefully.

Over time, everyone in and outside the mansion knew that Jiang Wenqing had a parted hair, and Lin Mowan, the daughter who had just regained her status, was busy running around and taking care of him meticulously.

This instantly reversed her originally unfavorable reputation, and people began to recall how gentle and intelligent she was as an adopted daughter in the Jiang family. It seemed that she never lost control of her emotions.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. The snow started falling from the night before and continued until the morning of New Year's Eve. The servants in the mansion were busy coming and going, and Xue Zhong was busy arranging the arrangements for the mansion.

Ever since the Jiang family fell apart, Tong Yuhua stopped caring about external affairs and handed over all the affairs in the mansion to Lin Mowan. It's quite orderly.

Late at night on New Year's Eve, there was no reunion dinner. Lin Mowan just ate in the house, still sitting in front of the round window, watching the falling snowflakes.

Until she heard the sound of a door opening and closing quickly behind her, this feeling told her that it was not Yuzhi. She turned around and sure enough, the person standing at the entrance was Shen Weiyuan.

She stood up slowly: "Second Master."

Shen Weiyuan didn't say anything, but took three or two steps towards her, and looked her up and down with a serious look. He seemed to be sure that she was safe and sound, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before Lin Mowan figured out Shen Weiyuan's intention, Shen Weiyuan said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have already taken care of the Jiang family's affairs, and I won't implicate you."

Their eyes met, and he seemed even more relieved than her. There was a faint glimmer in his eyes, not sure whether it was joy or the joy of surviving a disaster. Lin Mowan was touched, but she had nothing to repay him or exchange with him.

While thinking, she took the initiative to move closer to him, and seeing that he had no intention of refusing, she dared to tiptoe carefully and put her lips close to him. But before she could kiss him, his big hand pressed down on her shoulder.

She was stunned for a moment, then looked at him suspiciously. She probably didn't understand. Wasn't it always like this before? He brought her the news she wanted, and she gave him her body in return.