Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

"Where did you and my sister Yan Wanwan meet?"

Jing Yuanzhao's expression froze.

"We met in Guangcheng," he said.

"How did you meet?"

"This is the second thing. Yan Xin, you need to pay a price for asking me the second question." He said, "Kiss me, maybe I will tell you."

Yan Xin: "No need, let me go."

Jing Yuanzhao let go.

Yan Xin sat back on the other side, straightened her clothes, took out a small mirror and looked at herself.

His face looked a little embarrassed, and all his makeup and makeup were gone.

Fortunately, her skin was fair and delicate, so she didn't need much makeup to cover it up. Her lips were naturally red, but she never liked the taste of lipstick, so she didn't wear it.

She used a handkerchief to slowly wipe away the traces of makeup and powder that were wetted by her tears.

Jing Yuanzhao sat next to her and looked at her sideways.

He didn't say anything more.

He really hated talking to Yan Xin about Yan Wanwan.

Yan Xin is a delicious snack, a pastime for men in their spare time; and Yan Wanwan is the woman who wants to be his wife.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't lie. He and Yan Wanwan did meet in Guangcheng.

He came back from the port city and was ambushed.

Explosives were hidden under his car, and his two lieutenants were all killed, protecting him as they died.

He was also injured.

Mainly his eyes and ears were injured by explosives.

He made a quick decision, escaped along the river embankment, and dived.

When he woke up, he couldn't see or hear.

He is in a hurry.

A pair of soft hands, with a faint medicinal fragrance, held his.

Jing Yuanzhao inexplicably trusted those hands.

Just like when he first met Yan Xin, the hand she extended to him made him feel safe.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't know the sun and the moon, so he drank medicine every day.

After half a month, his eyesight recovered to [-]%.

He vaguely saw a figure.

She has a beautiful figure, tall, thin but plump. She is his favorite kind of woman.

——Also with a figure like Yan Xin.

He looked at her.

The woman turned her face, her skin was dark, like that of an Indian.

When Jing Yuanzhao wanted to take a closer look, she covered him with a black kerchief.

His eyes are recovering and cannot see light.

After a few days, he could hear a little better.

Every time the dressing was changed on the eyes, they had to be protected from light. Jing Yuanzhao's vision was severely damaged and he could hardly see her clearly.

She doesn't talk much either.

They spent three months together.

It was hot in Guangcheng, and one night she screamed while taking a bath. It turned out that a snake had crawled into the tub.

Jing Yuanzhao went to help her regardless of the fact that his eyes were still wet, and he also took her out wet.

She didn't see him for several days, which was probably very embarrassing.

Jing Yuanzhao promised her: "You saved me, and I will repay you. I will marry you and give you glory and wealth."

She didn't answer.

Maybe he answered quietly, but Jing Yuanzhao couldn't hear him.

When Jing Yuanzhao's vision returned to [-]%, he saw her once at dusk.

She has dark skin, is tall and slim, and wears a long braid like a village girl.

The sunset was about to set, and half a ray of sunlight shone on her face. Jing Yuanzhao thought she was extremely beautiful.

Jing Yuanzhao always liked fair and tender women, but he thought that woman was extremely charming.

Later, she suddenly disappeared.

Without any warning, she disappeared, to no one knows where.

Jing Yuanzhao only remembered that one time, people from the village passed by from afar and called her name: "Ayun."

Another time, a boy about ten years old came to see her. It seemed that there was something urgent. He also called her "Ayun".

Jing Yuanzhao's vision and hearing were almost restored, but he was left with a headache.

He went searching and found his Ayun two months later.

He has dark skin, but seems a little shorter than expected.

Her name is Yan Wanwan.

"...In Guangcheng dialect, Wanwan is called Yunyun." Jing Yuanzhao's local friend told him.

Something is wrong.

The imaginary Ayun is very charming even though her skin is dark.

Her manners are very elegant, and her breath smells like black medicine.

Yan Wanwan didn’t.

Jing Yuanzhao sent people to stay in the local area and visited for a period of time. It was determined that the only outsider in the village at that time was Yan Wanwan.

She was the one who saved Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Yuanzhao promised to marry her and give her glory and wealth.

But he couldn't fall in love with her.

A man's feelings are very honest and cannot be deceived.

Yan Wanwan is slender and has a cold temperament, but she is not that delicate and delicate.

Jing Yuanzhao decided to marry Yan Wanwan and not take any concubines, so that she could enjoy the dignity.

And he himself...

What he wants to sleep with is a woman like Yan Xin: skin like snow, graceful figure, and a faint fragrance of black medicine.

Why does she have the scent of black medicine?

It is impossible for a person to change from being so dark to such a snow-colored skin in just half a year.

The heart of the face is extremely white, so white that it is rosy and delicate, like jade.

Therefore, even if she has medical skills and even if she has the fragrance of black medicine, she cannot be his Ayun.

Yan Xin's name and nickname are not pronounced "Ayun" in Guangcheng dialect.

Yan Wanwan is in line.

Jing Yuanzhao has always been a shameless person, he doesn't care about worldly opinions.

His promise to Yan Wanwan was only to marry her and give her wealth, but he did not promise to love her.

So far, he doesn't like Yan Wanwan either.

He still "hunts" everywhere.

Yan Xin is his prey.

He watched Yan Xin clean up the tears on her face and straighten her clothes, and suddenly felt that her profile looked familiar.

Like that evening, the woman in the sunset.

Jing Yuanzhao looked away.

"Young Marshal, you know that Wan Wan has no medical skills, right?" Yan Xin suddenly said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I don't care."

A few days ago, Yan Wanwan explained to him that the medicines she gave him were all ready-made medical records left by her grandfather, and she was the first to copy them.

She is indeed not very good at medicine.

Unless Jing Yuanzhao could prove that Yan Wanwan was not the one who saved him in the first place, he would not suspect her.

It doesn't make much sense.

A wife is a very special being, like a partner.

She manages the household and is dignified.

But she may not need to know more about Jing Yuanzhao, nor may she sleep on Jing Yuanzhao's bed.

Jing Yuanzhao was too lazy to deal with this.

He asked his adjutant to go to Guangcheng and continue to investigate Yan Wanwan's affairs in Guangcheng.

The current feedback is still no doubt.

The ten-year-old boy can prove that it was Yan Wanwan who hid a strange man at home.

He wanted to marry Yan Wanwan because of the grace of saving his life, not because of her superb medical skills.

Whether she has medical skills or not is none of his business.

"I am the young genius doctor of the Yan family." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "You are indeed very powerful."

Yan Xin asked him tentatively: "Can you not marry Yan Wanwan?"

Jing Yuanzhao: "You don't understand what happened between me and her. Don't say such naive words, she is destined to be my wife."

Yan Xin was silent,

Jing Yuanzhao laughed: "Are you jealous before you even get into my bed?"

Yan Xin's face turned slightly pale: "No."

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her.

She was indeed not angry or jealous, but scared.

Afraid that he would marry Yan Wanwan and give Yan Wanwan status.

The two sisters seemed to have a lot of hatred.

The Jing family's family situation is more complicated. His father, Jing Feng, has two wives and two wives. Jing Yuanzhao understands the hatred between half-sisters very well.

The hatred is stronger than the hatred of the enemy.

"One day, if you get jealous of me, maybe I will refuse to marry her." Jing Yuanzhao lifted her chin and said to her with a faint smile.

Yan Xin opened his hand, lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.