After admiring the view outside the window, Song Yutang returned to the bedside.
However fine these things were, they did not belong to her yet.
Unless she could give birth to a child carrying the Jiang family's bloodline as soon as possible.
She had to admit that the Jiang family's eldest grandson certainly had a handsome face.
Even with his face pale and his eyes closed, he had a high, straight nose and sharply defined features.
He was far more handsome than that husband she had acquired in her previous life.
He does look good.
"???" Jiang Muyan's heart gave a sudden lurch.
That voice... was he hearing things?
It did not sound quite like the conversations he usually heard.
It was as though it came from far away, through a barrier.
Song Yutang poked his chest, then squeezed his arm, thoroughly satisfied. His muscles are still there, with no atrophy... That physique looks strong.
Jiang Muyan: "..."
Looking was one thing, but why was she getting handsy?
But looks alone aren't enough. I need to check the key functions too. I've heard IVF is quite painful and can even have lasting side effects. Unless there's absolutely no other choice, conceiving naturally would be better.
Song Yutang briskly pulled off his hospital clothes and checked him herself.
In her previous life, that bastard of a crown prince had never consummated their marriage, just to get revenge on her.
But ten years in the depths of the imperial palace had long since stewed Song Yutang into a venomous woman.
With the wealth and glory of the rest of her life at stake, she felt no qualms about taking off her own husband's trousers.
Hmm... It looks... like a good size, with no obvious signs of disease. It should work.
After studying him carefully, Song Yutang was reasonably satisfied.
Realizing what she had done.
Jiang Muyan nearly died of shame and anger, wishing he could get up that instant and throw this woman out.
Unfortunately, all he could see was darkness. Although he could sense what was happening around him, no matter how hard he tried, he could not open his eyes.
Instead, as his heartbeat accelerated, the heart monitor suddenly began beeping rapidly.
Song Yutang looked up at the sharply rising line on the monitor.
His heart rate went up?
Could he be conscious?
She quickly leaned down close to Jiang Muyan's face and examined him carefully, but found no reaction.
Song Yutang could only reach out and give his inner thigh a hard pinch.
There was a slight muscle contraction, but there was indeed no conscious response.
It should have been a normal reflex.
Finally reassured, Song Yutang walked to the door, locked it, and drew the curtains in one smooth sequence.
Listening to the rustling, Jiang Muyan felt alarm bells blaring in his mind.
What-what was she planning to do??
Song Yutang returned to the bedside and unhesitatingly unzipped her wedding dress, letting the expensive fabric fall onto the carpet.
Then she straddled him on the bed and leaned down close to his face.
Jiang Muyan, since you're already my lawful husband, fulfill your duties as a husband.
He could clearly feel the warmth of her body. Her soft hair brushed his cheek, and a delicate fragrance lingered around his nose.
She really wanted to do that with him...
Jiang Muyan's heart pounded wildly.
The heart monitor's alarm sounded faster and faster.
Song Yutang frowned and glanced at it.
She reached out to turn it off, but changed her mind and casually grabbed a pillow towel to cover it instead.
With a life at stake, she had better not. At worst, out of sight, out of mind.
Straddling his waist and abdomen, Song Yutang deftly unfastened her bra. All right, now we can focus on business.
Jiang Muyan's heart thundered like a drum.
When her warm skin pressed fully against his body, he felt all the blood in his body boil.
No, he couldn't...
How could he do something like this with a strange woman? While in a vegetative state, no less.
This was just too...
Too strange.
Jiang Muyan resisted desperately inside, yet could not control his body's natural response.
Song Yutang noticed, and her eyes lit up. A reaction?
Jiang Muyan went rigid beneath her touch, shame nearly drowning him.
Yet just as he braced himself for further contact, that slight response rapidly faded.
Why isn't it working again? Song Yutang frowned and tried several other methods, but Jiang Muyan was like a real statue, utterly unresponsive.
After several attempts, she helplessly straightened up and looked at the motionless man on the bed. Didn't he have a physical response? Why does he fail right at the crucial moment?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She reached out and pinched his inner thigh hard. "Useless thing."
Jiang Muyan sucked in a breath inwardly from the pain.
Still not appeased, Song Yutang slapped him. "Trash."
Jiang Muyan: "..."
After venting her anger, Song Yutang looked at the still-unresponsive man and let out a long sigh. Looks like it's not happening today. Maybe physical responses are unstable in someone in a vegetative state? Forget it. I'll take a shower first.
She climbed off the bed and walked barefoot into the bathroom.
Before long, water began splashing noisily.
But lying on the bed, Jiang Muyan could still hear Song Yutang's voice clearly:
This Jiang Muyan has a handsome face and a good body, so why... can't he perform?
Am I going to have to do IVF? I've heard it really hurts, and it's hard on the body too...
No, I need to try again. I'll use another method tonight...
Jiang Muyan: "..."
His bathroom was very well soundproofed.
With the water running so loudly too, it should have been almost impossible to hear what she was saying.
Could those voices he had just heard have been not Song Yutang's spoken words, but her thoughts?
Jiang Muyan: Σ(°△°|||)︴
This world...
Seemed to have turned into a fantasy.
Meanwhile, Song Yutang was in a poor mood after failing to borrow his seed, and far too much had happened over the course of the morning.
Exhausted, she lay down on the sofa and fell straight asleep.
It took Jiang Muyan quite a while to accept the fact that he had gained the ability to read minds, only to hear Song Yutang's steady breathing.
She could sleep if she wanted. He had no objection.
The problem was...
He was stark naked, without even a blanket over him.
A gust of wind slipped through the gap in the window and blew straight onto his most vital part.
Chilled to the core.
Jiang Muyan was utterly weary. "..."
Forget it. He would just assume she had forgotten.
Hopefully, she would notice soon and help him get dressed.
Song Yutang slept deeply.
In her hazy sleep, she dreamed of her mother.
A noble commandery princess had married beneath her into a fallen household.
Not only had she suffered endless abuse from her husband's family after marriage, but her husband had even bribed a beggar to frame her for adultery so that he could elevate his childhood sweetheart to equal-wife status.
The year she was tortured to death, Song Yutang had been only ten.
From then on, her concubine-born younger sister wore her clothes and jewelry, growing up as childhood sweethearts with her fiancé.
She, meanwhile, had become a bastard everyone reviled, kneeling on the ground to lick a sour cornbread bun just for a mouthful to eat...
Song Yutang also dreamed of her mother in this life.
The couple had built their fortune from nothing, only for her husband to cheat once he achieved a little success.
In a fit of anger, she had left the marriage with nothing, only for her husband to register his marriage to his mistress on the very day of their divorce.
He had even used his money and power to blacklist her so that she could not find work, leaving her no choice but to take her daughter back to the countryside.
While Song Ruowei rode in luxury cars to an elite school, Song Yutang made four trips a day on foot, walking more than ten kilometers to attend a village primary school.
While Song Ruowei attended debutante balls wearing expensive jewelry, Song Yutang attended high school while caring for her mother, who had breast cancer.
While Song Ruowei secured a place to study abroad through donations, Song Yutang dropped out because of school bullying...
"No..."
When Song Yutang jolted awake from her dream, her head was drenched in sweat.
She sat there in a daze for quite a while before slowly coming back to herself.
Her gaze instinctively turned toward Jiang Muyan, who lay on the bed.
So what if he was in a vegetative state?
What mattered was that he was the richest man's eldest grandson.
Loving a man would never end well.
But loving money and power could give her a good life.
Her heart had long since gone cold, and she truly feared poverty and had suffered enough.
Even with another life, she sought only wealth and glory, not a trace of love...
"Yutang, it's time for dinner." Li Xiulan's cautious voice came from outside the door.
Song Yutang wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, steadied herself, and got up to get dressed.
Only as she was about to leave did she notice that Jiang Muyan was naked on the bed.
Song Yutang really had no energy to tidy him up, so she casually pulled over the blanket and covered him haphazardly.
Jiang Muyan: "...She noticed and still isn't going to do anything about it?"
Just what kind of person was this new wife of his?