After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 138 Qiu Yu

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Qiu Yu

However, Fang Qin saw these changes in a different light.

Her face clouded with displeasure, and she cursed inwardly: "This old woman has really gone all out this time, finally willing to be generous for once."

After the meal, Xie Xinghua began patiently feeding Jiang Wangshan, carefully chewing the food and softly explaining Lady Zhao’s change beside his ear.

Though Jiang Wangshan’s facial muscles could not be controlled freely due to the stroke, making his speech unclear and chewing a luxury, he quietly accepted all the love Xinghua provided under her gentle and meticulous care.

Beyond the liquid porridge, his daily meals relied entirely on Xie Xinghua’s meticulous care.

This scene might seem unpleasant or even disgusting to outsiders, but over time, this unique way of expressing emotion had become the most normal aspect of their daily life.

In Jiang Wangshan’s heart was a deep gratitude for Xie Xinghua’s thorough devotion.

Meanwhile, at Su Yu’s house, Xie Qifen helped clean up and then took her leave.

Today, this couple had experienced long-missed satisfaction and fulfillment at Su Yu’s place, and on the way home, their praise for Su Yu overflowed, as if they had met an angel in the human world.

Meng Yuanyou felt full of strength, and the moment he entered the house, he couldn’t help but embrace Xie Qifen, his actions filled with gratitude and tenderness.

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Elsewhere, Su Yu had started a fire in the kitchen; the water in the kettle gradually boiled, and the rising steam filled the room. She planned to pamper herself with a good bath later to ease the fatigue of the day.

She carefully divided the various medicinal powders ground by Jiang Ziling into small glass bottles and then tried to label them on a thin sheet of rice paper. However, her crooked, nearly illegible handwriting made her abandon the idea.

She turned to Jiang Ziling, who was sorting the medicines, and asked with a touch of embarrassment, "Ziling, could you help me write the names of these medicines?"

Jiang Ziling nodded gently, responding warmly and confidently, "I know some."

In those deep eyes flickered a desire and confidence for knowledge.

In his childhood, he often stood at the entrance of the village, watching enviously those children who recited poems while holding their books in their hands.

The poverty of his family was like an insurmountable mountain, blocking his path to school, but his yearning for knowledge had never been extinguished.

Thus, with a brave heart and relentless persistence, Jiang Ziling embarked on a long journey of self-study.

His elder brother, Jiang Yi, a man skilled in the ways of the forest and hunting, seeing his brother’s resilience, stepped forward despite their mother Lady Zhao’s worried and slightly opposing gaze, and supported Jiang Ziling’s educational pursuits in his own way.

By then, Jiang Yi had become the main support of the family, and with his precise archery and hunting skills, not only did he improve the family’s financial situation, but he also established an unshakable status in the village.

Jiang Ziling’s opportunity to attend school was backed by his brother who many times traversed the dense forests, exchanging his sweat and wisdom for wild chickens and rabbits—each copper coin fused with the silent deep affection between the brothers.

Seeing this, Su Yu quickly approached with an exquisite ink box in hand, her eyes conveying a mixture of request and expectation, and softly pleaded, "Young Master Jiang, could you trouble yourself to write for me?"

Her fingertips shifted uncertainly on the shaft of the brush, revealing her unfamiliarity with the ancient art of brush writing.

Although she could easily recognize the ever-changing characters, whenever she picked up the brush, the script that flowed on the paper always clashed with the ancient style of grace and fluidity, appearing somewhat clumsy and unsatisfactory.

In contrast, Jiang Ziling’s script looked as if it were engraved, both neat and forceful, each character seemingly leaping off the page, providing a visual delight.

In the flickering candlelight, the side profile of Jiang Ziling was outlined by soft and gentle shadows, making him extraordinarily enchanting, his cheeks slightly flushed from the wine, adding an unguarded purity and charm.

His gaze was focused on the tip of his brush, each stroke’s execution revealing his concentration and seriousness.

This focus made Su Yu watch him somewhat infatuated.

In her eyes, if Jiang Ziling were in the modern world, he would definitely be the center of attention on any campus, unmatched in his campus-heartthrob appeal.

Just as Su Yu was lost in her thoughts, Jiang Ziling softly called out, "Ah Yu, it’s done..."

That gentle voice, like a spring breeze, pulled Su Yu back to reality.

She hurriedly collected herself, pretending to be calm as she took the paper and delicately blew on it, her movements filled with a woman’s unique delicacy and elegance, quietly waiting for the ink to dry slowly.

This scene was not the first of its kind, the initial awkwardness from her lapse had now been replaced by a nearly unruffled composure.

Jiang Ziling’s lips unintentionally curved lightly, yet the turmoil inside him surged even more.

He could feel that in Su Yu’s gaze towards him, there lay emotions different from the usual.

Today was particularly special, starting from the dinner they shared in the evening, he had felt a warm current stirring within him, and a secretive corner of his heart grew increasingly restless.

However, all these subtle emotional fluctuations went completely unnoticed by Su Yu.

Her busy figure moved through the house, carefully ladling hot water, attentively preparing wash water for him and Xixi.

Afterward, she tiptoed out of the door, settling the lively little chickens and ducks inside the warm house, fearing they would suffer from the cold night breeze.

At this moment, the night deepened, and a cool breeze hinted at an imminent autumn rain.

The frail little creatures could hardly withstand the cold, and naturally, Su Yu could not ignore them; her meticulous care brought waves of warmth.

Then, she carefully added fodder for the house’s only horse, cleaned the stable, and after arranging everything thoroughly, she turned back to the kitchen.

In the house, since the bed had been removed, the whole space seemed much more open, and Su Yu’s thoughts also became more active.

She secretly planned, once she had enough resources, to hire a craftsman to make some sturdy, durable cabinets to store the household sundries, and also to conduct a thorough renovation of this old house to make this temporary shelter more warm and comfortable.

Jiang Ziling and Xixi had already washed up and gone back to their rooms to rest.

Su Yu pulled out clean clothes prepared for bathing, thinking about the recent improvements in her diet that had gradually rounded out her figure.

Although her waist remained perfectly slender, the added curves fell in the most attractive spots.