CHAPTER 840: CHAPTER 838: SOONER OR LATER, I’LL BECOME A FOOL

Jiang Yifan shook his head with a smile, feeling a warmth in his heart. Perhaps Ah Yan cared for him more than he thought. Her unreasonable behavior might subconsciously show that she wouldn’t mind his poor image, while she would present her best side to him.

Jiang Yifan’s courtyard in the capital wasn’t as particular as those of many aristocratic clans, but the doors there opened and closed without any creaky sounds.

He quietly opened the door and walked out of the inner room. A candle was already lit in the outer room, where Song Ping’s Household was sitting in the shadows with Jiu Yue. When they saw him emerge, they immediately stood up to greet him, but Jiang Yifan stopped them.

He said softly, "I’ll go out for a bit first, then come back to wash up. Don’t make any noise, let Grandma Jiang sleep a little longer."

Song Ping’s Household quickly nodded in agreement and saw Jiang Yifan out the door. However, they did not heed Jiang Yifan’s instructions and turned back to enter the inner room, calling Ye Xinyan to get up.

How could she sleep a little longer? This was the first day Miss Ye was married, her husband had already risen, how could Miss Ye, as a new bride, keep lazing in bed?

Today, she still had to serve tea to her in-laws, she needed to get ready early so as not to end up in a fluster.

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When Jiang Yifan returned, Ye Xinyan had already finished washing up and her hair was styled. She was sitting in front of the vanity, applying makeup.

Jiang Yifan unhesitatingly walked over to the vanity area, pulled up a chair, and was about to sit down.

But Ye Xinyan pushed him away, her face blushing, and said, "Go, go, it’s not right for you to watch a woman putting on makeup. I might get shaky hands." What a joke! After what happened yesterday, and now with Song Ping’s Household and two other maids watching, how could she feel at ease putting on makeup with him sitting beside her?

Why can’t he?

Jiang Yifan stood up a bit confused, saying, "Why can’t I watch? Don’t some husbands even help their wives with their eyebrows?"

Ye Xinyan, upon hearing this, immediately forgot her shyness and rolled her eyes, saying, "How can you believe such nonsense? That’s all rubbish. Who can go out with eyebrows drawn by their husband?"

"Ahem ahem." Song Ping’s Household coughed repeatedly, constantly giving Ye Xinyan looks, but couldn’t stop her from saying what she wanted to say.

What can be done about this? She felt that her prospects as a nanny seemed bleak, her burden seemed even heavier now; she’d have more to worry about in the future.

The key point is that Miss Ye basically doesn’t listen to her advice at all.

Song Ping’s Household looked at Ye Xinyan with a grudge. Miss Ye, you are no longer Miss Ye but Grandma Jiang. You shouldn’t just say whatever you want. Lord Jiang is now your husband; you must respect him.

Jiang Yifan didn’t find anything wrong with Ye Xinyan’s bright white eyes, and thought to himself that it was a good idea to tidy up his personal image first. He should live up to Ah Yan’s expectations, otherwise what if one day he gets disliked? He, as a grown man, wouldn’t even have a place to cry.

"Alright, I’ll go wash up first."

When he had washed up and returned, Ye Xinyan had also finished her makeup and was sitting prettily beside the low table on the bed, looking at him with some shyness and a bit of expectation.

When Jiang Yifan looked at Ye Xinyan, he was genuinely taken aback. How lucky and stunning was his wife? He thought he had married a smart and straightforward wife, but now she seemed to become more beautiful every day.

At this moment, the Ye Xinyan in his eyes was dignified and calm, neither as glamorous as when the bridal veil was lifted yesterday, nor as fresh as last night. She appeared elegantly beautiful.

Those eyes, like flowing water, were a perfect match with her eyebrow, very unlike her usual self, embodying a poised and graceful woman.

Jiang Yifan, feeling a bit dazed, drifted towards the bed, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged in front of Ye Xinyan, and stared directly at her face, trying to discern what made her different from that serene beauty.

In the past two days, Ye Xinyan had just started using the makeup techniques from her previous life. She was eager to see Jiang Yifan’s reaction, but with him staring at her intently and not saying a word, what was he implying? Was he dissatisfied? How absurd!

Ye Xinyan frowned, pouting, "What do you mean by that? Are you dissatisfied with my looks? Regretting marrying me?"

This time, Song Ping’s Household didn’t even bother to feign a cough, figuring Miss Ye’s outspoken habit was hard to change; she’d just have to advise her more when the young master wasn’t around. As for how effective it would be, well, better than nothing.

At this point, Song Ping’s Household particularly missed Nanny Jin. In her opinion, perhaps only when Nanny Jin spoke would Miss Ye agree. Whether she did what she promised was another matter, but agreeing was better than nothing. If Jin Nanny were present, Miss Ye would at least have some scruples.

Looking at his bashful wife and then at the maids who were closely watching, how could the couple have any private chats like this?

Jiang Yifan decisively waved his hand to dismiss them again, "All of you, go on with your work. Oh, and go to the kitchen to fetch breakfast, we have to serve tea to my parents later, so let’s have breakfast first."

Song Ping’s Household left with mild concern, but Jiu Yue and Jiu Zhen were quite frustrated. Could there be any handmaid less appreciated by their master? Counting the time they’d been in Jiang’s family, it hadn’t been even a full day, yet they’ve been driven out by the male owner several times already. Could they still have the dignity of head maids? How were they supposed to live with such a role? The life of a head maid just seemed completely hopeless, didn’t it?

With the room empty, Jiang Yifan cheerfully sidled up to Ye Xinyan and affectionately pulled her into his arms.

Ye Xinyan squirmed a bit but didn’t struggle hard to break free, compliantly leaning on Jiang Yifan.

Jiang Yifan’s heart bloomed with joy. He tightened his arms and spoke gently, "Look at what you’re saying! More than anyone, you should know that I hold you dearly. How much effort did I put in, for you to agree to the marriage, to bring you in as my wife? Even if I’m dissatisfied with everyone else in the world, how could I possibly be dissatisfied with you?"

Men are all unreliable, listen to this nonsensical sweet talk!

Ye Xinyan fiercely ridiculed in her heart, but outwardly she sulked and retorted, "Then what was that look you gave me earlier? You wouldn’t even say a word." Alright, it seems becoming a woman quickly decreased her IQ.

Jiang Yifan chuckled silently, rubbing his lips against her hairline, whispered softly, "I was just surprised that after spending the night with you, my Ah Yan seemed to become even more beautiful."

Pfft! Ye Xinyan almost spat blood. Can she take back what she said just now? Though she very much wanted Jiang Yifan to be pleased with her appearance, wouldn’t it be better not to blatantly express it so plainly?

She must resolve to improve her IQ to at least return to her previous level. Otherwise, listening to Jiang Yifan’s way of speaking, she’d surely become a fool sooner or later.

"What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?" Jiang Yifan asked again.

I’m afraid that if I start talking, it will only trigger more of your astonishing words, and this little woman’s fragile heart isn’t strong enough to endure!