Chapter 632 - 634: Wu Wanqing’s Forgetful Poisonous Insect
Jiang Yichun begging him?
Wu Wanqing’s face became even more uncomfortable. She knew about the little rift between Jiang Yichun and Xu Huilin. Although the two were not enemies, they both were prideful. It was beyond her belief that Jiang Yichun would ask Xu Huilin for a favour, let alone having a normal conversation.
Was he doing this all for Bai Ruozhu? Her heart ached, and she wanted desperately to expose Xu Huilin’s lie. However, she realised it was not a lie. How could she expose it?
She grew up with her three elder martial brothers. In comparison to the ambition of the first and second elder brothers, Jiang Yichun seemed cold and aimless in Wu Wanqing’s eyes. She felt more than once that Jiang Yichun was just too laid-back.
When she reached the age of marriage, her father asked her who she liked and instructed her to choose between the eldest martial brother and the third martial brother. Still, her father also expressed his hope that someone could inherit his career, considering Jiang Yichun’s unique identity.
Wu Wanqing was never as gentle as she appeared on the surface. Her ambition was not less than that of a man. For her, the eldest martial brother Wei Guanyu was more dignified and ambitious, and such a man could better satisfy her desire to conquer. On the other hand, Jiang Yichun cared for her and cherished her, which warmed her heart, maybe because of her father. However, she was more eager to conquer a man like Wei Guanyu.
So she chose to marry the eldest martial brother Wei Guanyu. She even felt happy after their marriage, until Jiang Yichun went missing.
People are like this. They don’t cherish until they lose something, or they feel that what they can’t get is better. She thought Jiang Yichun was dead, which greatly upset her. She even regretted her choice, thinking that she truly loved Jiang Yichun.
In fact, she didn’t know whether she would cherish him because he was gone, or because she couldn’t have him and thought that was the best.
About half a year later, she never gave up searching for Jiang Yichun, and she had some clues. Then, suddenly, she received a distress signal from Jiang Yichun. This was a secret code only her father and they martial brothers knew. She rushed over immediately and found it was really Jiang Yichun. He was still alive!
Although he had severe internal injuries and was so weak that even ordinary people could strangle him with one hand, she didn’t perceive him as helpless, simply because he was alive!
She held him, sobbing, and said, "Third martial brother, I was wrong. Do you know how much I miss you? I will not let go this time."
But to her surprise, Jiang Yichun, weak and wounded, was using all his strength to push her away, saying, "Martial sister, I’m married."
A flash of anger crossed Wu Wanqing’s eyes, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "Who is it?"
Jiang Yichun’s eyes flickered. He probably saw the murderous intent in Wu Wanqing’s eyes. He stubbornly refused to say more.
Wu Wanqing took Jiang Yichun to heal his injuries. After questioning, she learned that Jiang Yichun lost his memory due to a previous injury. Luckily, someone saved him. A few days ago, due to an accident, he fell off a cliff and was picked up by a merchant team. They intended to take him to Capital City for treatment. However, they encountered mountain bandits on the way. The merchant team scattered in panic, leaving him behind.
No matter how Wu Wanqing asked, Jiang Yichun didn’t mention who saved him or who his wife was. Wu Wanqing asked him why he didn’t send a signal a few days ago, he remained silent. Wu Wanqing only then realized Jiang Yichun didn’t intend to make quick contact with them. He was planning to go back to find his wife. Unfortunately, he encountered mountain bandits and was forced to send a signal.
It was like a joke to her. She worked hard to find him for half a year and even argued with Wei Guanyu several times over him. Wei Guanyu began to suspect her. But when she finally found him, he had changed his heart and was ruthlessly thinking only of another woman.
Hatred flashed in Wu Wanqing’s eyes. If he loved that woman to the marrow of his bones, he would not forget her even if he was infected with the Love Forgetting Insect, right?
Thinking of this, she quietly released a poisonous insect, allowing it to crawl to the heart of the unconscious Jiang Yichun...
Wu Wanqing thought back to her past and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He was infected with the Love Forgetting Insect, forgetting his former love, yet he fell in love with Bai Ruozhu. She thought he was faithful. It turns out he was not.
However, the fact that he would go to such lengths for a lowly person like Bai Ruozhu was something she truly couldn’t believe or accept!
Xu Huilin watched her expression, couldn’t help but frown. His inherently smiling face was tinged with worry.
"Let’s go. Leave here with me. You can’t act recklessly. Otherwise, I will have to tell Master," Xu Huilin took a hard line.
Wu Wanqing violently shook off his hand and said, "Why so hasty? Can’t I watch the excitement? You’re already here guarding. I can’t do anything, but that doesn’t mean others won’t. I am staying to watch her misfortune."
After saying that, she began to laugh again, a laugh that was a bit grim. Xu Huilin’s frown deepened. He felt that his martial sister was beginning to lose herself.
As they were speaking, a woman in the VIP seats was staring in their direction with wide eyes, her eyes full of joy, infatuation, jealousy, and hatred.
It was Du Fuling, who was sitting upright. She was occasionally looking for her mother in the crowd. However, perhaps because the crowd was too dense, she couldn’t find her mother. She looked around and suddenly saw Xu Huilin in the crowd.
Because of his height and his very distinctive eyes, she spotted him immediately. But through the gaps in the crowd, she saw him talking to a woman, and they seemed extremely close.
Du Fuling felt restless, wanting to rush out and find Xu Huilin immediately, but fortunately, Lady Du noticed her abnormality and held her tightly.
At one end of the street where Hua Xiangrong resided, a mule-drawn carriage drove by. The carriage was very scruffy, pulling an enormous barrel behind it. Despite the large cover, a pungent smell still lingered wherever it passed.
Pedestrians on the road dodged while pinching their noses. It was clear that it was a manure cart without even looking.
The coachman’s eyes were bright as he pulled his straw hat lower to block his face. If someone paid close attention, they would definitely judge from his gaze and actions that this was not an ordinary manure wagon driver.
A cold smile spread across the corner of his mouth. Lady had already promised him. As long as he was successful today, he would be rewarded handsomely. Even if he was caught in the end, as long as he insists that it was not intentional, that the mule was temperamental and hard to control, it would be enough.
Aren’t those ladies and misses most concerned about face? If smells of manure flooded the front of Hua Xiangrong’s house, would they still be able to sit still? What product launch? What a fashion show? Isn’t it stepping on shit?
Thinking of this, the man cracked his whip heavily on the mule’s buttocks, driving the manure cart to rush towards us....