Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The next day, Wen Mochuan still went to the company for a half-day shift in the morning. Jiang Yiyan stayed at home with the child. She slept in until she naturally woke up, then had brunch after getting up. Afterward, she took another nap for beauty sleep.

When she woke up, it was already past two o'clock. Then she sent a message to Wen Mochuan, asking when he would be home and when they would leave.

Jiang Yiyan asked this not to rush him but to calculate the time so that she could set aside enough time to change into the qipao and apply suitable makeup, as well as style her hair in a vintage manner.

Since she was dressing up, she wanted to look as perfect as possible.

Actually, Jiang Yiyan didn't care. It wasn't her circle of classmates or a beauty pageant; there was no need for her to outshine anyone.

While she didn't want to overshadow anyone, she also didn't want to be overshadowed. She could guess with her toes that some of Wen Mochuan's classmates would definitely comment on her.

The incident from back then wasn't a secret in Wen Mochuan's university class. Especially since Shu Yao was so popular in class, many people must have sympathized with her privately.

She wouldn't comment on the original body's actions, but now that she occupied this body, she didn't want others to continue judging her or looking at her with strange eyes.

She didn't know how long she would continue to occupy this body. If she couldn't return, she would spend the rest of her life with this body. She didn't want to live aimlessly like the original body, nor did she want to be treated like a rat everyone wanted to beat, ending up with a miserable fate.

Soon, Wen Mochuan replied, saying he would be home around three-thirty and they would leave promptly at four.

This way, there was still ample time.

Jiang Yiyan replied with an "OK" and then sat down at her vanity to start working on her makeup and hair.

Jiang Yiyan had always liked things with ancient charm. When she was in school, she even wore Hanfu with friends who shared her interest. Back then, there were no professional makeup artists at school to do their makeup and hairstyles; she did them herself.

The hairstyles from the Republic of China era were much simpler than ancient styles. Jiang Yiyan patiently worked on her hair and makeup without much effort, and soon, a suitable look for the qipao was ready.

After changing into the qipao, she deliberately swayed her hips as she descended the stairs.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Jiang Yiyan posed. She stood still by the side of the stairs, her head slightly bowed, her delicate hand holding the fan handle, partially covering her face with the round fan.

She stood still, and the three people downstairs were stunned, frozen in place.

For a moment, everything was still, as if everyone had been immobilized.

Fang Fang was the first to react and immediately took several photos with her phone.

Fang Fang's actions brought everyone back to reality, including Jiang Yiyan, who stopped posing and continued walking down the stairs.

The three people downstairs kept their gazes fixed on Jiang Yiyan, unwilling to look away. Watching Madam approach, Feng Ma was so excited she could barely speak.

"Madam... You look like you stepped out of a TV show, so beautiful."

Fang Fang carefully saved the photos she had just taken and agreed with Feng Ma. "Modern movie stars can't portray the stunning beauty of the war-torn era. Madam looks like she directly traveled here from the Republic of China era. Not only your appearance but even your aura is similar."

Jiang Yiyan broke character instantly, putting away her deliberate pose and resuming her natural demeanor.

"You little flatterer, wait for a raise." Jiang Yiyan said as she sat down on the living room sofa.

At the mention of a raise, Fang Fang's eyes lit up, and she eagerly approached.

"Madam, you're really beautiful. I'm not flattering you. Every word I say is true, from the bottom of my heart." Fang Fang promised, raising her fingers.

Fang Fang was young, in her early twenties. She was a country girl who hadn't received much education and seemed to have some familial ties with Feng Ma.

Jiang Yiyan had been here for some time and had become familiar with Feng Ma and Fang Fang. Once they got closer, she didn't want them to keep calling her "Madam," which felt awkward.

So, Jiang Yiyan said, "I'm a few years older than you, so call me Sister from now on."

Fang Fang was taken aback and instinctively looked at Feng Ma. Seeing Feng Ma nodding with a smile, she reluctantly agreed.

Then Jiang Yiyan asked her, "Did you take photos of me just now?"

"Oh, right." Fang Fang quickly took out her phone and showed Jiang Yiyan the photos she had taken.

"Not bad, Fang Fang." Jiang Yiyan thought the angles Fang Fang captured were excellent, creating a dreamy and artistic beauty. They didn't require much editing and could be posted directly. She immediately said, "Send me all these photos."

"Sure thing." Fang Fang complied and sent the photos to Jiang Yiyan via WeChat.

Just then, Wen Mochuan arrived home.

Hearing the noise at the entrance, Meimei, who had been sitting next to her mother, quickly put on her shoes and ran to greet him.

"Daddy, come see Mommy!"

Wen Mochuan had just put on his shoes at the entrance when he was led to the living room by his daughter. There, a woman dressed in a qipao and looking stunningly attractive appeared before his eyes.

To be honest, when he first saw her, Wen Mochuan was indeed deeply moved. It was clear that Jiang Yiyan's outfit today had left him impressed.

Although he had seen her in a qipao in the store, that day lacked makeup and hairstyle. It had to be admitted that with such makeup and hairstyle, her entire aura and demeanor changed.

However, Wen Mochuan was naturally reserved, and even though he was surprised inside, he remained expressionless on the outside.

He didn't make any comments but simply told his wife, "Wait for me a moment. I'll take a quick shower upstairs. Fifteen minutes." He gave a specific time.

Jiang Yiyan shrugged indifferently. "Okay." It was his circle, and she wasn't in a hurry.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Mochuan appeared downstairs on time. The wall clock showed it was almost three-fifty, and it was time to leave.

After getting in the car, Jiang Yiyan suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, should I ask Shu Yao how she's getting there?" Jiang Yiyan genuinely just thought of it and said it out of kindness.

She thought, since they were relatives going to the same place, if Shu Yao needed a ride, it would be reasonable to offer one. Not asking might seem cold and indifferent.

But after she spoke, she didn't receive a response from Wen Mochuan for a long time, making her regret speaking up.

Forget it, no matter. At least she asked; should anyone criticize her later for this, she would have witnesses to confirm that she had indeed brought it up.

Just as Jiang Yiyan resigned herself completely, leaning back and preparing to close her eyes to rest, she suddenly heard the man beside her say, "She probably went straight there."

"Uh-huh." Jiang Yiyan didn't care either way.

Her closed eyes remained shut, with no intention of opening again.

Wen Mochuan glanced over and explained further, "Xu Yan mentioned in the group chat that they likely left early, and he was the one who picked her up."

Jiang Yiyan felt his explanation was unnecessary, but considering their relationship, it made sense.

Though she didn't want to get involved in the emotional entanglements between him, Shu Yao, and the original body, she now inhabited this person's body. With her husband offering an explanation, she couldn't seem too indifferent.

So she opened her eyes, putting on a show, and said, "That's good then. With other classmates there with her, we don't need to worry about her anymore."

After saying this, Jiang Yiyan gave him a bright, accommodating smile, finished dealing with the situation, and promptly closed her eyes again, continuing to rest.

With her eyes closed, Wen Mochuan looked at her a bit longer.

Up front, driver Little Chen kept watching the two in the backseat through the rearview mirror. When Wen Mochuan shifted his gaze away from his wife, he met Little Chen's eyes in the mirror.

Little Chen panicked and hastily averted his gaze, then awkwardly tried to start a conversation.

"Mrs. seems to be sleeping. Should I raise the air conditioning temperature?" Little Chen asked nervously.

Before Wen Mochuan could speak, Jiang Yiyan spoke first, "It's so hot, and the journey is long. Raising the temperature any higher, do you want to kill me with heat?"

Little Chen quickly replied, "No adjustment, no adjustment, won't adjust it." Then added eagerly, "If it gets too cold or too hot later, Mrs., please let me know."

Jiang Yiyan, without opening her eyes, gave him an "OK" gesture.

Thus, Little Chen managed to escape this predicament. From then on, whenever he tried to peek at the backseat through the rearview mirror, he did so even more cautiously.