Xu Cheng’an’s personality remained unchanged, but he loved her even more. Even in their seventies and eighties, Chen Jing would tease him, and he would blush like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, his smile shy and sweet, making others envious.
At eighty years old—
Chen Jing lay drowsy in bed, her wrinkled hand held by Xu Cheng’an.
They had only one daughter in their lifetime, who now knelt before the bed, her eyes tearful like Xu Cheng’an’s, calling out to her in grief.
Chen Jing’s lips held a smile. Before completely losing consciousness, she only left behind the word “Cheng’an”.
The room was filled with loud crying, but Xu Cheng’an closed his eyes, a single tear silently sliding down his cheek, unusually calm.
He trembled as he leaned forward, gently kissing her slightly cold lips, through tears softly saying: “Ran’er, don’t go too quickly. Wait for me.”
Three days later, when people discovered him, he was neatly dressed, lying flat beside her grave, having passed away some time ago.
————【First World Ends】
Chapter 19 Snake Disease 1
Ji Zhou’s snow always came early. By June, it was already a world of ice and snow, cold enough to freeze people to death.
Chen Jing stood in front of the General’s mansion, her thin cotton coat blown by the cold wind, feeling as cold as ice chips, her entire body numb.
“Miss Chen, the madam agrees to let you enter,” Steward A’gui stopped three meters away, his voice arrogant: “Come in quickly, or the madam might change her mind!”
Chen Jing took a deep breath of cold air, stiffening her body and walking towards him with difficulty, her feet stepping on the ground like ice blocks hitting ice blocks, creating crisp sounds.
Only when she met the madam the steward spoke of did Chen Jing realize which book she had transmigrated into this time.
“Raise your head and let me see,” the madam said.
Chen Jing obediently raised her head, her bright and soft appearance making Yi Madam pause.
The girl looked to be in her twenties, with an oval face and eyes that curved without smiling, long eyelashes gently curled. Even after standing in the wind and snow for half a time, her lips remained moist and rosy, captivating to look at.
No wonder the second master, known for his unpredictable temperament, would buy her.
Yi Madam’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, happy that the second master could have a confidante yet looking down on her background.
A girl from the pleasure quarters could never be truly respectable.
Jiang Dongling caressed her entire body, his eyes filled with pure desire. He kissed Chen Jing, who flushed all over, but he then sat up and gently wrapped her in a red silk blanket, not going all the way.
Chen Jing was breathing heavily, her eyes excited and red, her gaze misty yet confused. “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Dongling lay beside her, occasionally kissing her lips, feeling satisfied. He low laughed and said, “I want to discuss something with you.”
Chen Jing: “Hmm?”
“I want…
” He deliberately drew out his voice, acting mysterious, starting a sentence but refusing to finish it.
Chen Jing was angry and wanted to hit him, but her arm had no strength, falling softly on his shoulder like tickling.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” Unable to bear her anxiety, he couldn’t hold back for more than a few seconds, passionately biting her lips, gently grinding, mumbling indistinctly: “I want to marry you.”
“What?” Chen Jing deliberately pretended not to hear.
Jiang Dongling wasn’t fooled, looking at her coy expression, he could no longer resist extending his tongue, playing and dancing with her.
After the kiss, he laughed and repeated in her ear with a low, hoarse voice that was mesmerizingly beautiful: “I said, I want to marry you.”
Chen Jing, clutching the silky smooth silk blanket, smiled with curved eyes: “Okay.”
Jiang Dongling’s smile grew wider.
Here’s the English translation:
—— It turned out to be the female protagonist Qin Guo’er’s uncle, Qin Mo. The Qin family was once one of the top families in Ji Province, but unfortunately, dozens of their family members mysteriously died overnight, leaving only these two uncle and nephew. At that time, Qin Mo was twelve years old, Qin Guo’er was six, both half-grown children, but Qin Mo, taking advantage of his age, tricked and sold the female protagonist to Huichun Yuan.
After growing up, Qin Guo’er had been looking for this uncle but never found any trace. Jiang Dongling had just brought her into the mansion, and he found him?
Suddenly, a loud splash was heard, startling Chen Jing back to her senses. She saw that Jiang Dongling had ordered someone to pour a bucket of ice water into the cage.
The man’s body was frozen blue, having been beaten severely, his mind already muddled. Now, being doused with a bucket of ice water was even more stimulating.
He opened his mouth in pain, but not a sound could escape his throat.
Chen Jing came out of his room, originally standing behind a pillar to watch the excitement. When she saw him pour ice water on Qin Mo, her heart skipped a beat, and instinctively crouched behind a nearby flower bush.
Her movement was too hasty, accidentally knocking ice crystals from the leaf tips into her neck, making her shiver all over.
Chen Jing tried hard to stay silent.
Over there, something else was happening, and the smell of burning flesh wafted over, making her stomach churn. She tried to hold back but finally couldn’t and vomited.
The sound reached Jiang Dongling, and footsteps quickly approached.
Hearing the sound and thinking about what Qin Mo had just endured, Chen Jing staggered to her feet to run, but just as she stood up, her shoulder was grabbed.
“Drag her over,” Jiang Dongling said coldly.
Chen Jing was about to speak when her mouth was firmly covered. The one who came to grab her was a tall man who had been with the second master Jiang for some time and knew he disliked noise, so he immediately covered her mouth when he saw her about to call out.
Chen Jing struggled, and her shoulder was dislocated with a sharp pain almost making her faint. The man took the opportunity to throw her over his shoulder and quickly walked over, roughly throwing her to the ground.
Daring to spy on the second master Jiang, even Madam Yi would not get off easy! Jiang Dongling had originally thought the same, but when he finally looked at the spy and saw her pale face, his heart suddenly trembled.
“Guo’er?” His pupils contracted, and he hurriedly helped her up. When his gaze touched her obviously dislocated shoulder, his eyes reddened, and he stood frozen, “…You, how could it be you?” He suddenly turned back, staring at the man who had dragged her over, his eyes full of killing intent: “Who told you to treat her like this!”
