Jiang Muyan glanced at the surveillance feed.
Song Yutang was already upstairs. She would open the door within three minutes.
"The car accident my third uncle had back then was suspicious too. I suspect Jiang Qingyu was behind that as well. Don't let the lead on the driver go cold, and keep a particularly close eye on those overseas accounts. It's very likely the same pool of money as the assets he transferred..."
He gave Zhao Chuan a few quiet instructions, then quickly lay back down on the hospital bed, reattached all the tubes, and reset the equipment parameters to their original settings.
By the time the doorknob turned, Jiang Muyan had stuffed his computer and phone into the bedside cabinet and was lying flat with his eyes closed.
Even before the accident, Jiang Qingyu and his son had kept a close watch on him.
After his three months in a coma, the network of contacts he had previously put in place had all but gone to waste.
If he woke up now, he would only beat the grass and startle the snake, inviting further attacks.
He might as well turn their scheme against them, continuing to feign a vegetative state and stay in the shadows while slowly digging up all the evidence of the father and son's crimes.
Jiang Muyan had long since seen it clearly: the old man indulged Chen Ruyin in everything and treated his adopted son more dearly than his biological son.
Even if Jiang Qingyu really did something wrong, he would only turn a blind eye.
So he not only had to make everyone see that Jiang Qingyu had struck at the Jiang Family's very roots, but also put him behind bars, leaving the old man unable to protect him even if he wanted to...
Song Yutang had no fondness whatsoever for the Song Family. After lunch, she went straight home with her parents-in-law.
When she pushed the door open, everything in the bedroom was as usual.
Jiang Muyan lay quietly on the bed, the equipment beside him running normally.
The Bluetooth earbuds were still in his ears, but the phone had been plugged in to charge.
Song Yutang thought nothing of it and went straight into the walk-in closet to change.
Hearing the sounds, Jiang Muyan secretly cracked his eyes open.
He really was curious about what this bizarre new wife of his actually looked like.
But the moment he opened his eyes, he happened to see the pale green qipao slipping from Song Yutang's shoulders.
The girl's delicate skin and exquisite curves were laid bare before his eyes.
Jiang Muyan snapped his eyes shut, his heart pounding like a drum.
He swore he had not done it on purpose.
Although Song Yutang had been harassing him for days, he was absolutely not the sort of sick pervert who peeped at girls changing.
Absolutely not.
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Beep, beep, beep-
Perhaps because Jiang Muyan's heart was beating too fast, the heart monitor actually sounded a piercing alarm.
Hearing it, Song Yutang hurriedly pulled on her loungewear and strode to the bedside.
Jiang Muyan hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending nothing had happened.
As his heartbeat settled, the heart monitor returned to normal too.
Song Yutang gave it a quick check and found nothing wrong with the equipment, but Jiang Muyan's face was clearly abnormally flushed.
Why is his face so red? Is he hot?
She reached out and felt his forehead. Sure enough, he was sweating slightly.
Without hesitating, Song Yutang turned and went to the bathroom to fetch water. Being bedridden slows the body's metabolism, but a stuffy, hot environment or improper care can still easily cause sweating and discomfort, or even bedsores. I haven't bathed Jiang Muyan in days. This is a good chance to give him a bath.
Jiang Muyan's fingers tightened sharply at his sides. "..."
A-a sponge bath?
Wouldn't that mean...
Taking his clothes off again?
Completely unaware, Song Yutang had already returned with warm water. She deftly unbuttoned his hospital gown and stripped off his trousers while she was at it.
Jiang Muyan could not help clenching his fists, shame threatening to drown him.
When the towel passed over his skin inch by inch, every muscle in his body tensed. Yet he dared not make the slightest unusual movement and could only grit his teeth and force himself to relax.
Once she finally finished wiping his entire body, Song Yutang poured some body lotion into her palms, rubbed it warm, and began giving him a full-body massage.
Jiang Muyan, your parents treat me very well. As long as you're alive, I'll take good care of you too.
Jiang Muyan was slightly taken aback.
She does repay kindness, at least.
Perhaps she wasn't as dangerous as he had imagined?
Perhaps...
She could become an ally?
If he could get Song Yutang's help, it would make things much easier.
But the very next second, her thoughts reached him clearly again. And please have some sense and get me pregnant soon. If you can't even do the manual labor properly, what use are you to me?
Jiang Muyan: "..."
Having finished massaging his limbs, Song Yutang poured essential oil into her palm again and covered a certain area without batting an eye. Actually, it doesn't matter if your arms and legs atrophy, but this part absolutely can't. If I can't have a child, how am I supposed to get a share of the richest family's wealth and live the good life?
A tingling shot through Jiang Muyan, and his entire body went rigid.
Song Yutang did not notice anything unusual and continued the maintenance.
But Jiang Muyan's current condition was completely different from his previous unresponsiveness in a vegetative state. His senses were exceptionally keen.
Every touch was magnified without limit, wave after wave of stimulation making his scalp prickle.
He could not help roaring inwardly, Stop! Song Yutang, stop!
Song Yutang massaged him diligently, her mind full of thoughts. Although this maintenance is a little tiring, a man in a vegetative state does have his advantages. If I ran into another bastard like Li Zerui, I'd have to find a way to kill him. Men really are only reassuring when they're hanging on the wall...
Jiang Muyan inwardly sucked in a cold breath.
Song Yutang was indeed Song Yutang. Her plan to get rid of the father and keep the child had never changed.
He strongly suspected that if he dared open his eyes now, she would immediately grab something handy and smash it into his forehead.
Keeping even Song Yutang in the dark had indeed been the right choice.
Wait, who was Li Zerui?
An ex-boyfriend?
But... Jiang Muyan really is handsome, and he has a great body too. He's so much better than that bastard Li Zerui. If he were a normal man and we made a baby with real guns and live ammunition, it would definitely feel great... Huh, looks like he's starting to react? Let me give it a squeeze... Astonished by the change, Song Yutang reached out to touch him.
Ah... Jiang Muyan could not help screaming inwardly.
The little thing really does look... quite nice. Much better than the ones in the textbooks... I'm in a hurry to have a baby, so I have to take good care of it. I absolutely can't ruin it... Song Yutang continued massaging.
...I'm only in a vegetative state, not a corpse! Jiang Muyan almost lost the will to live, his whole being thrown into chaos.
After who knew how long, this inexplicable maintenance session finally ended.
Song Yutang rested for a while, then suddenly remembered to look for her phone.
She eventually found it on the bedside cabinet.
She unlocked it and saw an obscene scene on the screen, giving her a fright. Ah... why is this stuff on here? It's utterly indecent and shameless.
Jiang Muyan: "???"
Weren't you the one who put it on??
You even watched it every night.
Song Yutang had clearly thought of that too, and her gaze slowly shifted toward Jiang Muyan's ears.
The Bluetooth earbuds were still securely in place.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind. His face was red, and he was sweating... could it have been because... he heard these sounds? Could it be... that he can actually feel things?