Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 277: She Might Not Have Gotten All His Traits

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: She Might Not Have Gotten All His Traits

But for Jiang Chengxu, none of the difficulties could be overcome.

He sat on the edge of the bed that was half gone, with raindrops dripping from above, mud cracks slipping down the walls, sludge underfoot, and burning rage deep in his heart.

"Brother Chengxu, why don’t I go to the carpenter and get a new bed?" Manman cautiously suggested.

She had no money, and if Jiang Chengxu agreed, she’d need him to give her money.

"Go!" Jiang Chengxu growled through clenched teeth.

"I, I don’t have much money left." Manman touched her flat stomach, "It might, it might not be enough."

This was why she clung to Jiang Chengxu so desperately; her mother had gone to jail, Xu Liqun wouldn’t send her money, and she couldn’t rely on her biological father.

To this day, she still didn’t know her biological father’s name.

Even less so, what kind of person he was.

A weak woman like her in the countryside, not wanting hardship but wanting to live well, marrying was her only option.

If everything could return to the past, she would definitely choose Jiang Xingye and not Jiang Chengxu; no wonder Xu Qinghuan kicked Jiang Chengxu aside and chose to get engaged to Jiang Xingye.

She regretted it, but had no choice.

With no one around, Jiang Chengxu kicked at Manman; luckily, she backed away quickly, but her leg was still hit and hurt terribly.

Manman hid the hate in her eyes and grabbed a piece of clothing to shield her head, then went out.

Earlier, everyone went to watch the commotion, Xu Qinghuan closed the door and entered the space; after preparing the herbs, she started making medicine in the herb hut; with complete tools and using Spiritual Fire, it was time-saving, labor-saving, and effective.

After making the potion, Xu Qinghuan rolled it into pills and placed them on a sieve under the north window to dry.

Hearing movement outside, Xu Qinghuan washed her hands and came out of the space; she saw Qiao Xinyu and the others returned, with Jiang Xingye at the end.

"Hurry and change clothes. You’re all wet, what’s the fun, why insist on watching?" Xu Qinghuan poked open the stove and prepared to boil a pot of hot water.

"Luckily we went. Hey, don’t say, it turns out Lu Nianying wants to live in our house."

Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin vividly recreated the lively scene just now, like performers reciting a story.

The two were too amused, forgetting Jiang Xingye came in with them earlier.

Jiang Xingye remained silent along the way, going directly to Xu Qinghuan’s room once inside; the two not noticing him was understandable.

"We gained knowledge today, never imagined your comrade Jiang is so sharp-tongued; if I were Lu Nianying, I’d crash my head into a wall." Qiao Xinyu shook her head.

Xu Qinghuan also forgot Jiang Xingye was in her room, "Haha, that’s what she gets for bullying. Why can she bully Xingye, but Xingye can’t retort?"

"Is that retort? I think he tries to poison her with words—you’re just defending him, I’m not saying your comrade Jiang shouldn’t!" Qiao Xinyu poked Xu Qinghuan’s forehead, "Friend over love."

Xu Qinghuan said nothing, but Yu Xiaomin laughed beside her, "Her own man, why wouldn’t she defend him? Is this the first time seeing her guard her man?"

"Not guarding food, but covering weaknesses."

The three chuckled; Jiang Xingye listened inside the room, feeling sweet yet shy, his ears and face turning red.

Xu Qinghuan boiled the water, Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin each took a basin back to their rooms; their tops weren’t wet, but their pants below the knees were, worrying about catching a cold, Xu Qinghuan told them to soak their feet.

Half the pot of water remained, Xu Qinghuan then remembered seeing Jiang Xingye come in earlier.

Entering the room, indeed, she saw him sitting on a chair, reading a sophomore Chinese book.

The rain was heavy, his two shoulders and part of his pant legs were wet.

Not entirely focused, Jiang Xingye looked up when Xu Qinghuan entered and reached out to her.

"I’ll go get some water, clean yourself and change clothes." Xu Qinghuan grabbed his hand, feeling a bit chilly.

Jiang Xingye stood up, "I’ll go myself."

Xu Qinghuan took out a set of clothes from the cabinet for him; it was made by Yu Xiaomin over these past days—a shirt and pants, already washed, but not yet given to Jiang Xingye.

She put the clothes on the chair; Jiang Xingye entered with water, seeing the clothes, new, felt like a pot of syrup brewing in his heart, bubbling at the right moment.

His wife had prepared new clothes for him.

Xu Qinghuan gave him two new towels and was about to leave; Jiang Xingye suddenly pulled her, whispering in her ear, "Help me wash!"

Xu Qinghuan almost fell into the basin, glaring at him, "You’re serious?"

Jiang Xingye dared not hug her, afraid to wet her clothes, "Then next time, until there’s another chance."

"In your dreams!" Xu Qinghuan felt her heart heavy, shoved him away, and quickly left.

The rain outside had eased a bit; the wind shifted, a southwestern breeze blew over, thin droplets hitting her, refreshing her entire body.

The warmth on Xu Qinghuan’s face and body dissipated slightly.

Yet the heat in her right palm persisted.

She wondered if Jiang Xingye was possessed, overnight turning into another person.

She should kiss him to verify.

But contemplating that if he was truly changed, she’d be kissing a stranger; thinking about it seemed unacceptable.

Jiang Xingye finished washing first; pouring out the water, Xu Qinghuan dared not look at him, turned and entered the room.

His clothes, which he had changed out of, were piled up; Xu Qinghuan helped him spread them out to hang on the nails behind the door.

Jiang Xingye came in, wearing that outfit looked particularly handsome.

Xu Qinghuan dared not look at him, fearing losing reason, "Xingye, do you remember when we first met?"

Jiang Xingye placed the basin vertically against the wall, thinking Xu Qinghuan was reminiscing their past, his tender gaze nearly liquid, "At the commune, you were pushed off the bus by that woman."

He saw it, nearly losing his soul in panic, rushed to support her, that was his first time touching another woman besides family.

For a long time, that hand seemed to have its own thoughts, always recalling the feeling at that moment.

Test failed!

Xu Qinghuan glanced at Jiang Xingye’s lips; when he kissed, certain actions were very characteristic.

Perhaps it was his alluring lip shape, Xu Qinghuan felt an impulse, gathered the courage, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She stood on her toes, pressed against his lip edge, Jiang Xingye’s eyes darkened, he embraced her waist, pressed his lips down.

That sensation, soul-consuming and bone-deep, filled his chest, easily leading Jiang Xingye to lose control; he pressed Xu Qinghuan against himself, to feel his transformation.

The room’s atmosphere instantly heated up.

"After you came back last night, I’ve been unable to sleep." Jiang Xingye spoke at her ear, his gritted voice, kissing her roughly again, Xu Qinghuan was tugged, tears slid down her cheeks.

She initially clutched his shoulder habitually, later, when she couldn’t bear it, her hands plunged into his short hair, her body arched backward; as he released her, breathing deeply, she could be distracted.

Person was still the same person, perhaps she hadn’t discovered all his traits before.