Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Jiang Chun sat on the edge of the kang and removed the padded jacket covering Song Shian, reaching out to unbutton his outer robe.

Song Shian's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but held it back, turning his head away instead.

Jiang Chun undid his outer robe, revealing the wet inner garments and trousers underneath.

As she untied the sash of his inner garment, she grumbled, "Look at this, your inner garments and trousers are all soaked through. You stubbornly refuse to let me clean and change you. If you catch a cold, we'll have to see the doctor again. Do you think we have too much money or what!"

The sash came loose, and his skin, smooth and white like congealed fat, suddenly appeared before Jiang Chun's eyes.

"Ouch..." She drew in a sharp breath.

This guy's skin is so fair and delicate, it's practically cheating!

But when she completely removed his inner garment, the scars on his back were revealed—numerous, with the skin around them a terrifying red, some deep enough to show bone. A rough count revealed over a dozen.

She gasped again, "Ouch..."

Although she knew he had been in the imperial prison for half a year, enduring countless tortures, knowing it was one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes was another.

Jiang Chun couldn't help but extend a finger, gently tracing one of the scars.

Song Shian's body trembled, his face and ears turning even redder than before he took any medicine.

He stammered, "Y-You... please be proper..."

Jiang Chun snapped back to reality, and upon seeing the scene before her, she was startled. Just as she was about to retract her finger, she stopped herself.

She was a stubborn mule, and when he told her to be proper, she decided not to be!

So not only did she not withdraw her finger, she placed her entire hand on his back, caressing it.

She murmured, "Why should I be proper? You are my husband. Not only is it natural for me to touch you, but even if I do more, it would still be justified!"

Song Shian: "..."

Her words made sense, and he found himself at a loss for a rebuttal.

But at the same time, he confirmed that this Jiang Chun was definitely not the Jiang Chun from his previous life.

If it were the Jiang Chun from his previous life, even if she had pretended to be close to him for the position of Prime Minister's wife, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

This Jiang Chun not only carried him around, but also held him tightly in her arms to prevent his head from hitting the cart's side, and now she was touching his back on her own initiative...

One could fake words, but physical contact couldn't be faked.

He steadied his nerves and said coolly, "Are you done touching? If you're done, hurry up and clean me, or I'll really catch a cold."

Jiang Chun had only meant to tease him and hadn't intended to do anything serious. Hearing his reminder, she immediately jumped off the kang, fetched a towel from the wooden basin, and wrung it out.

Then she began to wipe his back.

After cleaning his scarred back, she moved to his front.

Because of his extremely fair skin, the two pink spots stood out even more. Each time Jiang Chun's hand holding the towel passed nearby, she couldn't help but feel a bit itchy.

Considering his illness, she refrained from teasing him further.

Mainly because it wouldn't have mattered anyway; looking at his emaciated body, with every rib clearly visible, a man over six feet tall weighing barely a hundred pounds, what use would he be?

They could wait until he regained his strength before consummating their marriage.

She quickly finished cleaning his upper body, found a new inner garment from the wardrobe, and dressed him in it, then draped her father's padded jacket over him.

Then she went to remove his pants.

Song Shian was so embarrassed he couldn't bear it, and he turned his head to bury his face in the collar of the jacket, "Out of sight, out of mind."

Seeing his ostrich-like behavior, Jiang Chun couldn't help but chuckle.

However, her hands didn't stop. She first removed his inner trousers, then his undergarments.

As soon as the undergarments came off, she glanced down and gasped again, "Ouch..."

Oh my, even in a calm state, he's so impressive. How magnificent would he be otherwise?

Who is so fortunate to have such an outstanding husband?

Oh, it's her, Jiang Chun!

Her heart bloomed with joy, and her cheeks nearly split with a smile.

But while she was a giant in thought, she was a dwarf in action. Her mind wandered, but her hands obediently avoided the sensitive areas, diligently cleaning him.

Then she turned him over.

When she reached his buttocks, she couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze, saying with a smirk, "Tsk, too thin. Once you gain some weight, the feel should be much better!"

Song Shian: "..."

Thinking back to how she had slapped his buttocks when carrying him earlier, and now she was directly grabbing and squeezing...

What kind of ghost has possessed this Jiang Chun, showing no sense of propriety at all!

Fortunately, she didn't continue her mischief, properly cleaning his legs and feet, and then helping him into dry inner trousers.

But her next words left him speechless again: "Husband, rest assured. Since I've touched your body, I will take responsibility and won't abandon you."

Song Shian: "…"

He said speechlessly, "What do you want me to say? Thank you for not abandoning me?"

Jiang Chun chuckled, "No need for thanks. Just don't abandon me, your old and worn-out wife, when you rise to prominence in the future."

Song Shian's brow twitched.

She had said similar things before, and back then, he had still considered her the Jiang Chun from his past life, so he hadn't taken it seriously.

Now that he confirmed she was a different person inside, hearing these words again made him feel there was a deeper meaning, as if she knew he was destined for greatness.

Otherwise, where did she get the confidence to believe that a frail, often bedridden invalid could rise to prominence?

How did she know?

Could it be that this wandering spirit was also reborn, and the person inside was actually a woman who knew him from his past life?

A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

He knew there was no such thing as unearned kindness in this world. She had spent money and effort, taking care of him better than her own father would, all for the sake of basking in his future glory.

Well, at least this way, his mind felt lighter.

Clearly defined favors were not scary; what was scary was the kind of favor that could never be repaid.

The Jiang Chun from his past life had treated him so poorly, yet he still brought her back to the capital and gave her all the honor and respect she deserved.

This life's Jiang Chun treated him a hundred times better than the last, so naturally, he would let her bask in his glory, allowing her to become the Prime Minister's wife and enjoy a life of honor and respect.

As for his person and his heart, she shouldn't even think about it.

And as Jiang Chun looked at Song Shian, who lay on the kang bed, dressed in white, eyes closed, looking like a celestial being, she clenched her fists and vowed in her heart.

"Such a man with superior looks and physique, I must hold onto him tightly. His future, his body, and his heart, I will have them all!"