Wife is hell

Chapter 61 Yuju's Shock

Fearing to disturb Jiang Mu's rest, Tang Jinxian only briefly explained the case before leaving.

After spending three days in jail, Jiang Mu felt so cold and restless that he couldn't sleep soundly. So he asked his aunt to boil some hot water so he could take a good bath.

After the water temperature in the bathtub was adjusted, Jiang Mu was about to take off his clothes when Shi Yuhua walked in carrying a basin of clean cloths.

She put down the wooden basin and used sign language:

"Aunt An is brewing medicine in the kitchen, I'll help you take a bath."

"you?"

Jiang Mu was stunned.

The woman smoothed a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her slender fingers and nodded gently.

As her gaze darted away, a blush crept onto her cheeks, like a light touch of rouge on a blank sheet of paper, making her look pure and endearing.

After all, she was a virgin, and it was indeed a bit... a bit much for her to bathe a man.

Jiang Mu waved his hand and laughed, "No need, I can manage on my own."

Shi Yuhua was initially hesitant, but seeing Jiang Mu's weak and labored appearance as he got up, the hesitation in her eyes vanished instantly. She walked up to the man and gestured:

"It's okay, I used to help you take a bath when you were little."

As she spoke, she reached out and began to untie his belt.

"Can things be the same when we were kids?"

Jiang Mu laughed.

Seeing the woman's pink lips pressed tightly together, determined to do it, Jiang Mu no longer refused.

Well then, with a beautiful woman serving me so attentively, why not?
Consider it a blessing during illness.

During the process of undressing, Shi Yuhua deliberately avoided looking at the man's private parts.

When she helped Jiang Mu to the bathtub and helped him into the water, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, her eyes inevitably caught a glimpse of his masculine silhouette.

Shi Yuhuan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned her face away.

I felt my ears burning, and my heart pounded restlessly.

Hearing the sound of water behind her gradually subside, she turned her head back.

The woman's cheeks were still flushed. She picked up a soft towel, soaked it, and began to wipe his shoulders and back.

Jiang Mu closed his eyes contentedly, his body and mind gradually relaxing.

It must be said that being served so meticulously by a gentle and beautiful woman is truly comfortable.

It's a pity that there wasn't a fitting little tune to liven things up.

Jiang Mu missed the cross-dressing master who loved opera in prison.

Just as he was enjoying himself, Jiang Mu suddenly noticed warm water droplets dripping onto his shoulder.

Looking up, I saw that Shi Yuhua's eyes were slightly red.

Clearly, she was filled with guilt and self-reproach, and tears streamed down her face.

That cautious tenderness and delicate affection enveloped her in a hazy, soft light.

"Sister Yuyu, you've used way too much water."

Jiang Mu joked, "If you keep crying like this, my house is going to flood."

Shi Yuhua hurriedly raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears, her beautiful face blushing even more with embarrassment.

A touch of sorrow welled in her eyes, while a blush spread across her cheeks.

"Yu-yu, I know what you're thinking."

Jiang Mu said softly, "Actually, this imprisonment has little to do with Shi Baolu. It was because I scared the people behind the scenes that I was framed. You don't need to blame yourself too much."

Jiang Mu was telling the truth.

The person behind this spiritual disaster is very wary of him.

During his three days in the cell, he repeatedly examined the other party's identity, constantly eliminating possibilities, and vaguely outlined a range in his mind.

He intends to continue to stand by and do nothing.

Wait until the murderer kills the sixth person before making a move.

If the object of his affections hadn't been his wife's hand, he would have been happy to see the murderer continue killing.

Shi Yuhuan silently wiped her back.

A tiny tear glistened on her long, thick eyelashes.

She felt that Xiao Jiang was just trying to comfort her. Instead, she felt even more guilty.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards his younger sister, Xueying.

Xiao Jiang is such a good man, capable and considerate, why doesn't your sister want to be like him? Why does she insist on cultivating herself to become some kind of phoenix?
She had a vague intuition.

Xueying will surely regret it in the future.

After bathing, she helped Jiang Mu out of the tub and began to dry him off.

While taking a bath, Shi Yuhua deliberately avoided eye contact, but when wiping her entire body, she encountered a dilemma.

After all, you have to wipe from head to toe, and some parts are really...

Thinking of the suffering the other person had endured in prison these past few days, Shi Yuhuan steeled her heart, suppressed her girlish shyness, and comforted herself that this was just sibling care, and began to wipe carefully.

Jiang Mu originally intended to wipe it himself, but seeing the woman's insistence, he could only silently recite the calming mantra in his mind, afraid that he might accidentally make the scene awkward.

In the end...

"Ahem, this..."

Seeing Shi Yuhua's adorable, dumbfounded expression, Jiang Mu felt quite embarrassed and made up a very awkward, lame joke in a serious tone.

Shi Yuhuan helped the man to the bed with its brand-new bedding and settled him in before she breathed a sigh of relief.

She was already drenched in sweat, her silk robe half-transparent.

"Xiao Jiang, you should rest first. I'll go home and make you some chicken soup."

The woman used sign language.

Without waiting for the man's response, she fled the room as if she were escaping.

Once outside the courtyard, she stopped and gently patted her chest to calm her wildly beating heart.

Shi Yuzhu subconsciously raised one of her slender arms.

She measured with her other hand, then gestured again, her almond-shaped eyes widening, revealing an adorable expression of disbelief.

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The interior of the dilapidated house was dimly lit.

The woman sat blankly on the wooden chair, holding a child's old clothes in her hand, her fingertips stroking the fabric over and over again, her eyes vacant.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, the woman coughed, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"Mu Jiang has been released; Mo Kunhai was unable to stop Tang Jinxian."

A cloaked man in black appeared at the doorway.

His tall figure almost blocked the entire doorway, and the shadow he cast made the already cramped room feel even more oppressive.

The woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and put away her clothes: "Don't tell me you were responsible for the massacre of the Yang family."

The cloaked man in black said calmly, "I'm not that stupid."

The woman frowned: "Who could it be?"

"The patrol office is still investigating."

"Could it be... Mu Jiang?" the woman suggested.

The cloaked man in black slowly shook his head:
"It can't be him. He's imprisoned in jail. He doesn't have the ability or the skill to wipe out an entire clan. It's most likely a remnant of the Spirit Cult."

The woman laughed and said, "I've actually come to like the Spirit Cult."

The cloaked man in black spoke in a low voice:
"Mo Kunhai wanted to take Wu away this time, and although Tang Jinxian stopped him, I'm afraid he'll resort to other methods, so..."

"You're worried that if Wu Yi is taken out of Yancheng, I won't be able to kill him, is that right?"

The woman voiced the man's concerns.

She chuckled softly, her tone chilling: "Don't worry, none of those beasts will escape! But..."

The woman opened the box on the table, looked at the beautiful jade hand inside that had been severed at the wrist, and frowned, saying, "The spirit object has been acting strangely lately."

"Something's wrong?"

"Yes, I have a feeling that it seems to be gradually slipping out of my control."

It's as if it's searching for its true owner.

(End of this chapter)