Chapter 129: Whenever I Am Sad, I Will Go Beat You Up
The ants retreated like a tidal wave.
Jiang Mianmian also stopped crying.
She reached out to wipe Father’s tears.
“Father, don’t cry, blow away the pain.”
Jiang Mianmian’s eyes were red, yet she still couldn’t help but want to comfort the man before her.
He had a beautiful face.
His skull structure was very symmetrical and pleasing.
In reality, he also had many little flaws: he was a picky eater, perhaps cowardly and afraid of the dark, loved to put on acts, loved to lie, and might just be a super green tea bitch who happened to be very good-looking, but he was her Father.
He could also cry, and he could be sad.
Jiang Changtian laughed.
He laughed through unstoppable tears.
Jiang Mianmian, whose hearing was too good, felt a bit wilted.
Perhaps it was because when she was just born, she had spent every day pricking up her ears to listen to the secrets from the bedside, developing her hearing to the extreme, which led to her actually hearing the conversation between Father and Elder Brother from so far away.
Although they spoke very softly, she still heard it all.
Although her drawings were quite outrageous, she felt that given Great-Aunt’s intelligence, she would discover it sooner or later, so it was better to let Great-Aunt talk herself into it early.
But she hadn’t expected that it would actually lead to so many secrets being revealed.
It even almost sent Great-Aunt to her grave.
Jiang Mianmian felt a bit guilty; she should add something to Great-Aunt’s tea tonight.
She thought, if she hadn’t transmigrated here, she would be just as Elder Brother described.
An infant with no opportunity to grow up.
Thinking about it, she still felt very sad.
Today’s sunset glow was as red as fresh blood, making one feel suffocated.
The rolling mountains in the distance looked like monsters, causing fear.
Even the evening breeze gently brushing against her face felt like a ghost’s hand, making one feel uncomfortable.
Emotions really can control a person; when happy, one might even think seeing a pile of dung means good luck is coming.
When sad, one might think even a flower is poisonous.
Jiang Mianmian looked very wilted during dinner.
Aunt Yin had initially been so frightened her heart stopped—she felt it had truly stopped for a few breaths—but this little thing hadn’t even scolded her; she had wilted first herself.
This made Aunt Yin unable to criticize her.
She still had to feed her and coax her into being happy; she must have owed their family a great debt in her past life, a huge debt.
Jiang Mianmian noticed that Father and Elder Brother were both eating dinner with normal expressions.
Looking harmonious and happy.
Couldn’t tell there was any change.
Except after eating, Father said he had to work overtime.
Elder Brother followed him as well.
Jiang Mianmian didn’t know what Rebels did every day, and anyway, she couldn’t get in touch with them.
The feeling at home was that the house was slowly getting bigger, life was slowly getting better, and they were slowly transforming from pure proletarians into a family with a tiny bit of petit-bourgeoisie.
Had a vehicle (two horses, a carriage).
Had servants (tutor Aunt Yin).
Had a house (self-built house, which was gradually growing).
Had savings (the cellar was almost being dug into a multi-room suite by Mother; it was visually estimated that there were hidden treasures).
Qin Luoxia noticed the change in mood of her husband and Fenger, but assuming it was just work-related, she didn’t ask much.
Seeing that Aunt Yin also seemed spirited and was still able to take care of Mianmian, she didn’t think there was any problem.
Qin Luoxia breathed a slight sigh of relief. She was very afraid of anything happening; this year felt like a year she had picked up. Life was too good, and sometimes she worried she was dreaming, occasionally pinching herself.
Jiang Yu didn’t know what had happened, just felt the atmosphere was a bit strange.
“Great-Aunt, are you okay? Why did you faint earlier? Was it because taking care of Mianmian was too tiring? How about letting Mianmian sleep with me? I’ll take care of her.”
Taking care of you two sisters was exhausting; it wasn’t just her labor alone, you had issues too.
Aunt Yin wearily rubbed her brow and said, “It’s nothing, a night’s rest will be fine.”
It was better to keep the two girls separate. Although The Eldest Miss was sometimes a bit foolish, at least she was a normal person and easy to teach.
The little girl… that feeling was hard to describe; better not let them cross-contaminate each other.
Back in the room at night, Aunt Yin helped Mianmian wash her little feet, cleaning even between her toes, changed her into sleepwear, let down her hair to comb it, and brushed her teeth using the thing she had requested: a piece of wood with holes poked in it, then threaded with horsehair one by one, a fine, dense little brush specifically for brushing teeth.
Anyway, serving this little ancestor to get into bed required a whole set of procedures, more complex than the masters in the palace.
After washing up, she also had to massage her little tummy, calves, and arms. She had a calm, enjoying look on her face, super comfortable.
It was fortunate she had come; otherwise, how would this difficult-to-serve child survive?
In the room, from the toothbrush, the hairbrush, the footwear, the sleeping clothes, to the lid of the potty, she could think of new, strange-looking patterns for everything, just for the sake of comfort.
She just knew she wouldn’t have a moment of leisure in this life.
Didn’t have that kind of fate.
After serving the little ancestor, her old waist couldn’t even straighten up.
Then she watched the little ancestor wobble over with a cup of water, wearing her special little pajamas, hair soft and smooth, teeth smelling fresh, hands white.
“Great-Aunt, drink some water. You’ve worked hard.”
Her heart melted.
Her old waist didn’t hurt anymore.
Aunt Yin took the cup and drank it in one breath.
She even praised, “It’s really sweet. Thank you, Mianmian.”
It was truly sweet. When the little ancestor wasn’t being tiring, she was truly considerate.
Aunt Yin, who had no biological children because she had contracted an illness in the palace that made it impossible to conceive, had a uniquely different emotion toward children.
She both liked and feared them, thinking she would hate children because she had seen that children could be very cruel and selfish.
Actually, after she couldn’t leave this courtyard, she didn’t try again—it wasn’t that she truly couldn’t escape.
It was because that morning, the little girl’s smile was too sweet.
She snuggled against her, and in her embrace, she fell asleep.
She didn’t guard against her.
She kissed her.
She had a sweet mouth, calling “Great-Aunt, Great-Aunt,” like a little duck quacking, calling and calling, dozens of times a day.
After praising the child, Aunt Yin took a deep breath, and then cautiously brought up today’s drawing.
Worried she might faint, she leaned against the bed before starting to chat.
Jiang Mianmian sat on the bed like a well-behaved baby, barefoot—she couldn’t sleep wearing socks.
Her little feet were snow-white.
“Mianmian, why did you want to draw that kind of thing?” Aunt Yin asked cautiously.
“I wanted to draw it.”
“When have you seen it before?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then can you draw it again next time?”
Jiang Mianmian nodded. She could. She got an A in this subject; it was a rare subject where she didn’t drag others down.
Heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys; she could draw them all, and draw them very three-dimensionally.
“Then what is the use of drawing this?” Besides scaring people, Aunt Yin asked, somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Mianmian answered seriously, “It can treat illnesses. Little Bug said he has a head ailment, meaning something grew inside his head. It’ll be fine once it’s cut out.”
Aunt Yin:…
Aunt Yin knew Little Bug was Young Master Zi.
She seemed to have heard about Young Master Zi having an ailment.
But no one had ever had such a whimsical idea—that one could cut open a head. Wouldn’t that mean death?
Could a head be closed back up after being cut open?
Aunt Yin felt the issue was a bit complicated; it was necessary to communicate with Commander Zi.
She held the little girl in her arms and comforted her, “You cannot just draw things for others to see. People will be afraid. We fear unknown things. If we cannot find an answer, we will think of eliminating the trouble, so the trouble will no longer exist.”
Jiang Mianmian nodded with her cheeks puffed out.
Indicating she had learned the lesson.
But she wasn’t happy.
That night, Aunt Yin held Mianmian as she fell asleep.
That night, Jiang Changtian returned to the messy little hut where he used to work, looking at the marks on the windowsill, looking at the door visible through the window.
Outside the door was another door.
Inside that door was the Jiang Family.
He had originally not wanted to investigate his own background anymore.
As long as he wasn’t Old Madam Jiang’s child, he didn’t want to know whose he was.
It was irrelevant; as long as his family was fine, that was enough.
But thinking of the tragic life Fenger had described.
He couldn’t even catch his breath.
He felt as if his heart had been ripped out alive.
It was more bitter than making him die a thousand times.
Not enough, he hadn’t done enough, far from enough.
This time, he knocked open the door of the Jiang Family again.
Not like a dog kneeling outside begging for the door to be opened.
He kicked the door open.
Behind him, Jiang Feng, wearing armor, holding a long sword, and a mask on his face, led a group of people just like that—not many, only fifty elites.
They were people Jiang Feng had personally trained and selected. Moreover, Jiang Feng always felt that his family’s food or water might be better, so he would reward those who performed well with a mysterious “Strength-Boosting Pill,” which in reality was just an ordinary pill made by boiling wild onions, wild vegetables, and some common medicinal herbs at home.
But those people were very fanatical after eating them, thinking they had truly eaten an immortal pill.
People nowadays all believed in immortal pills, because the current Emperor was the biggest believer.
These fifty people obeyed orders strictly, accepted Jiang Feng’s training, and from time to time had to accept Jiang Changtian’s brainwashing and bewitchment.
They were loyal without second thoughts.
That night, the darkness permeated the Jiang Mansion.
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