spring bite mark

Chapter 8 Madam, I don't plan to have children.
The living room is far from the kitchen.

But Chen Suyan still gently closed the door.

Then, she solemnly instructed her daughter: "Men are fickle in love. When he loves you, he cherishes you to the bone and humbles himself for you, but once he stops loving you, his humility towards you will become an unbearable memory in his future, or even a reason for disgust."

Jiang Manman stopped wiping the plate.

Then Chen Suyan continued, "So, Manman, I hope you don't take the pampering for granted in your marriage. Be more proactive with him. In his social class, he can have any kind of woman he wants. If you don't hold on tight, he might get tired of you one day, and I'm afraid you won't even have a way out."

Jiang Manman nodded gently: "Okay."

Chen Suyan glanced at her: "Mom can tell from your attitude that you haven't listened. But men, even your father, who is recognized as a good husband in the circle, once had a high-profile affair. With Chairman Yan's status, position, and even looks, how could he not make young ladies from prominent families fight like crazy for him? Mom is really worried..."

Jiang Manman suddenly raised her head: "Dad, he kept a mistress?"

Chen Suyan's expression darkened slightly: "That was more than ten years ago. At that time, we had been married for two years and were considered a perfect couple. Who knew that he would be so infatuated with another woman that he was willing to leave with nothing. He didn't remember any of our marital affection. Even though I didn't argue or make a fuss, I still became a stumbling block to his love. He looked at me like I was his enemy every day."

Jiang Manman tried hard to recall: "I didn't even know that such a thing existed."

“Of course you don’t know, you hadn’t come to the Jiang family yet at that time.” Chen Suyan sighed softly, “But his later return to the family is also related to you.”

Jiang Manman raised her delicate face, listening intently: "What do you mean?"

Chen Suyan asked her, "Do you remember how you were adopted by the Jiang family?"

Jiang Manman slowed down her dishwashing pace.

Of course she remembered.

At that time, a human trafficking gang was busted, and she was one of the children rescued. The other children were all found and returned home, but she was the only one who had been stolen by traffickers when she was only a few months old, and after changing hands many times, her origin could no longer be traced.

Nine-year-old girl sat with her knees drawn up in the square next to the police station, waiting to be sent to the orphanage the next day.

It was at that time that she met Yan Changye.

The domineering young master of the Beijing circle was already a notorious troublemaker in the capital. At the age of thirteen, he was born with an otherworldly appearance. He leaned lazily and arrogantly under a peach tree. His exquisite features and beautiful bone structure made all the peach blossoms on the tree pale in comparison.

Jiang Manman couldn't take her eyes off it.

In my mind, there is only one inadequate word: fairy.

The fairy merely glanced at her casually, her tone languid: "You little girl are quite bold, daring to come out and play alone. Where are your parents?"

Jiang Manman rubbed her aching knees, her voice dejected: "I have no home. Tomorrow they will send me to an orphanage."

Yan Changye glanced at her again: "You're so delicate and frail, you should be raised in a pampered manner. Why go to an orphanage? Call me brother, and I'll find you a family with a life of luxury."

Jiang Manman pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing her stubborn expression, Yan Changye found it amusing and looked down at her: "So many people have asked me for favors but I haven't even paid them any attention. You're still not happy about it?"

Jiang Manman looked at him warily, feeling for a moment as if a big bad wolf was standing in front of her.

But this wolf in sheep's clothing actually led her back to the police station to complete the formalities, and then took her to the Jiang family's house.

That was the first time she stepped into the magnificent villa. A haggard Chen Suyan came out to greet her in a flustered manner, while the beautiful young man gently raised his chin.

"Adopt her, she will become your talisman."

……

Jiang Manman snapped out of her daze, and Chen Suyan began to recount that past event in a casual manner:
"After I adopted you, Jiang Tiancheng never dared to mention divorce again. And I don't know what methods the Crown Prince used later, but he not only broke off his relationship with that woman outside, but also hasn't dared to mess around in all these years." She spoke cryptically, but Jiang Manman could roughly guess what she meant. With Yan Changye's status, the person he personally sent to the Jiang family was a tremendous stroke of luck for the Jiang family, allowing them to connect with him. In the face of the family's development, mistresses and concubines had to take a backseat.

Jiang Manman overheard this story by accident and felt slightly embarrassed.

Chen Suyan seemed to realize she had said too much, and patted her hand: "Of course, I can't condemn all men, but I can see that the Crown Prince really cares about you. Other things can be taken slowly, but I suggest you consider having a child. A child will also be your protective charm."

Jiang Manman: "..."

Her heart sank slightly: "I'll consider it."

As Jiang Manman emerged from the kitchen, her gaze immediately met Yan Changye's charming and amorous eyes.

He had somehow arrived at the entrance hall next to the kitchen, and stood lazily against a traditional Chinese screen.

Jiang Manman wasn't sure if he had overheard her private conversation with her mother, and her face flushed slightly: "Why did you come here?"

"Well, I'll wait for you to go home together."

Jiang Manman looked at him quietly, and almost became lost in his deep gaze.

When they returned, it was Yan Changye's special assistant, Shen Zongqian, who came to pick them up.

He dared not touch the Crown Prince's personal car, so he specially drove a business vehicle with excellent privacy, and very considerately raised the partition as soon as Yan Changye got into the car.

In the back seat, Yan Changye, who had a couple of drinks with his father-in-law at the family dinner, looked slightly tipsy. He reached out and pulled Jiang Manman into his arms, resting his chin affectionately on her head: "What did you talk about with your mother that took so long?"

Jiang Manman picked out the words she could say: "Oh, she told me to pay more attention to you in the future."

Yan Changye's expression clearly brightened: "My mother-in-law always loves to lecture, but what she said today is something I enjoy listening to."

Jiang Manman leaned against him, her voice soft and gentle: "She also said that we should have a child."

This time, Yan Changye did not respond immediately. Instead, he avoided Jiang Manman's gaze, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

Several minutes later, he gently picked up a strand of Jiang Manman's hair and spoke as if making a firm decision:
"Madam, I do not intend to have children."

Jiang Manman looked at him in surprise. If she remembered correctly, just two days ago he was complaining with a wronged expression that she wouldn't give him an heir.
That scoundrel, he's got a guilty conscience.

Back at the villa, Jiang Manman went upstairs to wash up first.

Yan Changye didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, he sat in the car for a while in the cold air, and then slowly asked his special assistant, Shen Zongqian:

Has the swelling in Xie Jian's buttocks gone down?

Shen Zongqian hesitated: "The swelling has gone down, but..."

"explain."

"They secretly played with fire and burned the villa down."

Yan Changye's face immediately darkened: "Yushui Bay?"

Shen Zongqian secretly glanced at his expression: "No, it's Jiangyue Mansion, the place where Xie Yuheng keeps his paintings and old objects."

Yan Changye's murderous aura vanished instantly, and he calmly uttered an "oh": "Remember to pay more compensation. Thanks for seeing this kid. Tsk, he's become sensible."

(End of this chapter)