The moment Jiang Muyan heard her thoughts, he tensed up.
No. He couldn't let Song Yutang discover that he had already woken up.
This woman liked hanging men on the wall at the drop of a hat. She was far too dangerous.
Fortunately, when Song Yutang looked closely, she realized the video was paused. It probably paused automatically after finishing a film last night. Jiang Muyan's flushed face and sweating must have some other cause. Besides, I've done so much these past few days, and he hasn't reacted at all. Sound stimulation probably doesn't do much either...
Her suspicions dispelled, Song Yutang set the phone aside and walked into the study. She selected a thick copy of the Civil Code from the desk and sat on the balcony to read.
As she read, she pondered, Everything about this era is good, except these inheritance laws... They're really unfair to principal wives and legitimate children. What right do people like Concubine Sun and my concubine-born elder brother and younger sister have to inherit the Song Family's property? How infuriating... I must find a way to kick them out of the game for good...
Jiang Muyan: "..."
She'd at least been to high school. How could her thinking be so bizarre?
Just who was this newlywed wife of his, with her head full of feudal dregs?
Growing even more curious, Jiang Muyan couldn't help slowly opening his eyes to look toward Song Yutang.
One glance left him stunned.
Her features were like a painting, her skin like congealed cream.
Her long hair was loosely pinned up, revealing her fair, graceful neck.
Her head was slightly lowered, her slender fingers gently turning the pages, her expression focused and serene.
Afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, enveloping her in a gentle glow that made her look all the more tranquil and elegant.
It was indeed the face Jiang Muyan had seen in the photographs during the earlier investigation.
She was Song Yutang.
Yet she was completely different from before.
She wasn't the ordinary girl he had first seen, nor the gold digger he had later imagined, but an otherworldly...
Fairy.
Thump, thump, thump-
Jiang Muyan heard his own heartbeat.
But he quickly suppressed that inexplicable flicker of excitement.
Even if Song Yutang looked like a fairy, it didn't change the fact that her head was full of plans to get rid of the father and keep the child.
He absolutely couldn't let her succeed.
Sure enough, Song Yutang's voice drifted into his ears again. Getting that old bastard Song Jianye to make a will is definitely impossible. Legally speaking, there really isn't anything I can do about them. My most urgent task is still to have a child with Jiang Muyan. With power, influence, and status, bringing the Song Family to heel will be much easier...
Jiang Muyan's heart clenched. (ΩДΩ)
He was done for. The days ahead probably wouldn't be easy.
Having made up her mind, Song Yutang put down her book on the balcony and picked up her phone. Having a child involves both a man and a woman, after all. I need to make an effort too. Phones really are wonderful things. You can look up anything. Let me check what a woman should do to conceive as quickly as possible...
Jiang Muyan was on the verge of losing his mind.
She already caused such an uproar when she was only tormenting him. If she added her own efforts to the mix, wouldn't that be the death of him?
Using menstruation as the reference point, the seven days before and eight days after are the safe period, when conception is unlikely. Having intercourse during this time greatly reduces the chance of pregnancy...
Song Yutang had found the information. When both partners are healthy and of suitable age, the chance of pregnancy during ovulation is around 10-30%... That low? Then wouldn't it only be a few percent during the safe period? I go to all that trouble serving him for a measly few percent? He's in a vegetative state, and his sperm quality is unknown. Even a few percent is probably an overestimate. Forget it. I'll save my strength during the safe period...
Listening to her thoughts, Jiang Muyan breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness she at least knew to look things up.
Including her period, he could have nearly twenty peaceful days a month. As for the remaining ten... he could endure them.
Thank goodness Song Yutang at least knew to look things up.
Including her period, he could rest for nearly twenty days each month.
As for the remaining twenty days...
He could grit his teeth and get through them.
However, Jiang Muyan really didn't know when Song Yutang's period was.
So that evening, he still prepared himself to be ravaged.
But after the family doctor finished the examination, Song Yutang washed up, lay down beside him, switched off the light, and went straight to sleep.
She even heaved a long sigh of relief inwardly. My cycle is thirty days. It started on the seventeenth last month, so it should be the seventeenth this month too. It's already the thirteenth today, right in the safe period. By the seven-before, eight-after calculation, if it starts on the seventeenth and ends five days later on the twenty-first, it'll be safe all the way through the twenty-ninth... Phew, wonderful. More than half a month without having to serve this damned man.
Jiang Muyan: "???"
Hadn't Song Yutang been the one forcing herself on him all along?
How come she was the one complaining now?
But Jiang Muyan couldn't say anything, so he obediently closed his eyes.
The two fell asleep without encroaching on each other's territory, like well water staying clear of river water.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt cold.
Opening his eyes, he discovered that Song Yutang had rolled up all the covers around herself.
Helplessly, Jiang Muyan reached out to pull them back.
His hand had barely touched the corner when the sleeping woman slapped the back of it hard.
"Mine. It's all mine..." she mumbled indistinctly, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
Jiang Muyan had no choice but to try again.
But as soon as his fingertips gently lifted the corner of the covers, Song Yutang stirred. Half asleep, she moved straight toward him and clung to him like an octopus.
Her warm, soft body pressed close, the thin silk pajamas revealing every curve.
Her warm breath brushed his neck, carrying a faint fragrance of body wash.
Jiang Muyan stiffened.
Even during her safe period, he wasn't safe.
But as he listened to Song Yutang's long, even breaths and felt the real warmth and softness in his arms, that trace of helplessness suddenly dissipated.
Forget it. He'd already married her and brought her home. Surely he couldn't throw her out?
Besides, even the doctor had said there was no telling when he would wake up. This girl had actually brought him around with her absurd methods of harassment.
Jiang Muyan had never believed in ghosts or gods, nor in warding off misfortune with a wedding.
But given the current situation...
Science had been powerless, yet mysticism had stumbled upon success. Perhaps... there was a reason to it.
She was his wife, so he might as well bear it himself.
Once he adjusted his mindset, Jiang Muyan's days became much easier.
As it happened, Song Yutang also stopped harassing him because of her safe period, at most giving him a little health treatment every few days.
It was a matter between husband and wife anyway. As long as he took it in stride, it wasn't particularly harmful or humiliating.
With the baby-making on hold, Song Yutang also had free time.
She spent most of it studying.
This era was different from a thousand years ago. There were many things women could do.
She specifically asked the old master for a room to use as a study and ordered many books online, intending to read and learn a little of everything.
Jiang Muyan took advantage of her absence to attend to his own affairs.
Several days passed in this strange harmony.
That afternoon, Song Yutang was studying this era's financial structure when Butler Wang respectfully presented her with a bank card. "Madam, the check has been cashed. Including the 3.8 million from selling the Rolex, diamond cuff links, and jadeite pendant, a total of 13.8 million has been deposited into this card. Those antiques and famous paintings have also been appraised by a professional organization, with an estimated value of around eight million. The antique dealers weren't offering much, though, so I've sent the items to an auction house."
She had squeezed out a dowry totaling over twenty million.
A little meager.
Still, Song Yutang was satisfied with Butler Wang's efficiency. "Thank you for your hard work."
Butler Wang hastily assured her it was no trouble, then took out an invitation and handed it over. "The auction is scheduled for next month. If you're interested, you can go and take a look yourself."
Song Yutang barely gave it a thought. "Make the arrangements, then. I'll be there on time."
She never did anything without being sure of herself.
After Butler Wang left, she immediately picked up her phone and searched for information about auctions.
She was halfway through reading when a servant knocked outside. "Young Madam, the eldest young lady is back. Madam would like you to come downstairs."