The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 302

Song Youan was a little angry when he heard this, "What are you talking about? The girls from the Jiaofangsi are very cautious. The Jin family came up and asked them to come and perform a big show during the Dragon Boat Festival. The manager was very cautious and wanted to refuse. He said that they had been booked by various mansions a long time ago and they were afraid that they couldn't get anyone together. The manager of the Jin family talked for a long time before the Jiaofangsi agreed to invite the two girls, Caiyue and Huangyue, to come."

He Jiang frowned, "Is she so powerful?"

Song Youan said quietly, "The dead man said that he was her most capable butler. The butler killed the eldest girl, and the servants in the house quarreled and blood was splattered everywhere. I am a Hualang, and I only have half a life. How can I be enough for her to fight with me?"

After hearing what Song Youan said, He Jiang also felt that it was inappropriate.

"So eccentric? When I asked her about it before, few people said anything. They only said that she was gentle, open-minded, and had her own plans."

From what he said, he was half-believing and half-doubting what Song Youan said.

"If you don't believe it, just go ask someone close to her."

He Jiang sneered, "I'm afraid she's not as capable as you say. I saw her twice, and she's always weak and well-educated. Besides, her mother, Princess Hong'an, is timid by nature, so I think she's stronger. She's just a housekeeper. You'll be close to me in the future, and you're not in the Prince's Mansion, so how can she know? Don't worry!"

After saying that, she hugged the man and was about to get close to him.

With a snap, Song Youan opened his hand that was clinging to him.

"I'm telling you something that's of life and death, but you're still thinking about that disgusting thing. If I die one day, I'm afraid you won't care."

Seeing that he was angry, He Jiang also sat up, lifted the car curtain and looked outside. It was still drizzling.

"I came to pick you up with good intentions, but you put on such a face. Who is that person in the thatched cottage that made you suddenly become aloof and arrogant? What's the matter? Is it some shameless man or woman who seduced you?"

What words!

Song Youan's eyes were filled with disbelief. "That person is my mentor. I told you about that yesterday."

He Jiang snorted heavily, "Why are you pretending to be a chaste person now? If we were to talk about chastity, you would have jumped into a well five years ago to prove your innocence!"

Who would have thought He Jiang would speak like that? Song Youan pointed at him, moved his lips several times, but was still too angry to speak.

Tears slowly accumulated in her eyes, but she forced them back.

"You want to marry a wife and become the son-in-law of the Jin family, so you try every means to force me to die? He Jiang, let me tell you, my life is worthless, but I won't do as you wish."

He Jiang was annoyed by what he heard, and pushed Song Youan against the wall of the carriage, making a loud bang, as if he was swatting a fly.

"I treat you with affection and loyalty. If I hadn't protected you, those arrogant, extravagant, and fat bastards in the capital would have humiliated you long ago."

These words were spoken in an arrogant manner and hurt the harmony.

Song Youan couldn't bear to listen any longer and yelled at the driver, "Stop the car, stop the car! I have worked my way up to the Jiaofangsi since I was a kid, and you always think you are superior. Let's end this right now!"

After saying that, without waiting for the car to stop, he lifted the curtain and was about to jump out.

He Jiang grabbed him, pulled him in front of him and slapped him in the face, "Do you want to make trouble?"

Song Youan couldn't believe it. Over the years, the two of them had quarrels and arguments, but they would just cool off for a few days. Who would have thought that He Jiang would take action...

He was furious and wanted to vent his anger.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared straight at He Jiang in the dim carriage. He was not as strong and tall as He Jiang, but at this moment he really wanted to die together with He Jiang!

Perhaps it was Qin Qingdong's dislike for him, or perhaps it was the abuse he received from the man in front of him, that made him forget what he had promised Jiang Qu.

What is alive...

Correct!

live!

His clenched fists slowly loosened again, and his chest, which had long lost its heart, seemed to have a huge hole, dark and bottomless, swallowing up everything he had.

"What? You still want to kill me?"

He Jiang was furious. Looking at his chest gasping for breath and his eyes staring at him with a provocative look, he walked up to him and started punching him, causing Song Youan to bleed from the mouth and nose and look miserable.

"Say it! Say you're wrong!"

The beating was so intense that the coachman outside was frightened. He lifted half of the carriage curtain and cautiously advised, "My Lord, please stop beating. The young master is weak and might get hurt."

"Get lost! I'll beat you to death! Do you really think you're favored? You're showing off in front of me. Don't you even know who you are..."

He Jiang was beaten to the point of losing his mind. He just thought that if he hadn't been pampering this thing, how could it be what it is today?

By the end of the beating, Song Youan was like a puddle of mud, crawling in the cramped carriage. He Jiang sat beside him, looking furious and sulking, "What? You still don't want to tell me?" The carriage stopped on a deserted country road. The drizzle falling on the earth was like a helpless child, reaching out its hands to pat the roof of the carriage, saying, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me." But the voice was so weak that it could hardly be heard, and it couldn't even stop the voice of sin.

There was no village in front and no shop behind this place. Only Song Youan, who was as lowly as a grass in the world, was beaten so badly that his whole body was sore, and his mouth, nose, cheeks and neck were all covered with blood.

He looks so miserable, like a dog which has lost its home.

Song Youan gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

After a long time, He Jiang got tired of beating Song Youan and realized that the silent Song Youan had fainted. He asked the driver outside to lift the curtain, and the light inside the carriage came on.

He picked up the lying Song Youan and carefully checked his breath. Fortunately, he was not dead!

Shake it a few times, "Anlang, Anlang! Wake up——"

He also sent a coachman to fetch water from the fields by the roadside and splashed it on Song Youan's face. After a while, Song Youan woke up slowly.

"An Lang, you are so stubborn that I made me do something wrong. I am afraid that I will hurt you. It is my fault, so you can just hit me back."

After saying that, he took Song Youan's hand and put it towards his face.

If it were in the past, Song Youan would have been gentle and considerate, and the two of them would have returned to their sweetness. But now, after being beaten so harshly, he felt so aggrieved, and it was impossible for him to just let it go with a few beatings and sweet words.

"Didn't the prince want to beat me to death?"

He Jiang asked the driver to lower the curtain, hugged Song Youan and started crying, "An Lang, if you were not angry with me, how could I bear to hit you? All these years, I have never touched you... I have always loved men and not women, but this is the way of the world. I am in an awkward position, and the emperor is watching me. It is not easy to get a marriage with the Jin family. You and I are together, you have to hope that I am well, and only when I am well can you be well, my sweetheart!"

He Jiang's tears fell on Song Youan's shoulders, rolling down his collar onto his burning skin.

"My Lord, you are so cruel."

Song Youan murmured, and the great grievance in his heart was suppressed. He had to live!

The bastard in front of him, no matter how ruthless he was, gave him a few years of peace. From now on...

Take it one step at a time!

He Jiang heard his tone soften and kissed Song Youan's face desperately. He didn't mind even though blood from his face entered his mouth and nose.

"No matter if you are Miss Gold or Miss Silver, you are the only one in my heart. Don't be jealous, my dear."