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After all, she was not the granddaughter-in-law that Mrs. Jiang had hoped for, but rather the daughter-in-law that Madam Jiang found pleasing. Their marriage had been forced under Madam Jiang's insistence, a union devoid of any love, merely a marriage of convenience.
Her only value was to slightly appease Madam Jiang's stubborn desires; she could neither bring any glory to the Jiang family nor strengthen its power. To put it bluntly, she was of no help at all, and it was no wonder that Mrs. Jiang, who prioritized family honor, disliked her.
Every time she returned to the Jiang Family Old Residence, Mrs. Jiang's sharp and cutting remarks left her at a loss. Although Jiang Chengmu would help to mediate, he too was not favored by Madam Jiang, and the subsequent warnings and reminders often left him overwhelmed.
Though she did not understand why Madam Jiang disliked her son, at that moment, she truly felt that Jiang Chengmu living in such a family was quite pitiful.
While she was lost in thought, he suddenly crouched down, holding his stomach, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he said, "My stomach hurts; hurry and get me something to eat!"
It didn't seem like an act; his painful expression inexplicably touched a soft spot in her heart. She reached out to help him stand up. "You should go lie down in your room; food will be ready soon!"
After changing into another outfit, she hurried downstairs into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she put on an apron but was unsure what to prepare for him.
They had been married for so long yet had never shared a meal alone together; she hadn't paid attention during their visits to the Jiang Residence.
She only knew that he was very particular about food—he wouldn't eat anything cold or leftover—which suited his image as a wealthy young master.
After some thought, she decided to make a bowl of noodles; it was the quickest and most convenient option.
She was not someone who shied away from cooking; on the contrary, she could whip up delicious dishes. However, she rarely cooked, so Jiang Chengmu had never tasted her cooking.
As the noodles boiled in the broth, their aroma combined with the fresh ingredients created an enticing fragrance that filled the kitchen.
Jiang Chengmu went downstairs and leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching the busy figure in the kitchen. He felt the pain gradually easing.
Her slender legs stood in front of the white countertop, steam rising from the pot obscuring her face. For a moment, he truly believed that the woman before him, preparing a meal for him, was the one he had always wanted.
After being married for so long, he had never really observed her closely. He used to think that looking at her plain face was a waste of time, and because of that, he overlooked the vitality hidden beneath her bare face.
She had never entered the kitchen; he always thought she couldn't cook. He never expected to taste her culinary skills today.
Just thinking about it made him feel flattered, and his feet moved uncontrollably toward that delicate figure.
Hearing footsteps, Green Qi instinctively turned her head. Before she could react, she found herself in his strong embrace.
She pushed him away with force. "What are you doing?"
Suddenly, he lifted her onto the countertop, turned off the heat, and leaned in closer to her. Green Qi's nerves instantly tensed.
"What do you want to do?" Taking a deep breath, she frowned and raised her hand to push his face away.
His face was so close that she could feel his scorching breath against her skin, and his dark eyes glimmered with an ambiguous light.
Suddenly, his lips covered hers—
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