Wife is hell

Chapter 8 Ex-Wife Hero

An Chenghu returned from the yamen near dusk.

Seeing that he looked unwell, Jiang Mu tossed aside the large white goose he was about to put in the pot for a bath and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle An?"

An Chenghu frowned deeply and said helplessly:
“A case has occurred in the neighboring county, and the county magistrate intends to send me there to help. This is also the intention of the prefectural government, and it has already been arranged in advance.”

Jiang Mu was taken aback, and his expression turned strange.

Recalling how the county government had previously assigned him, a "fool," to assist Tang Jinxian in investigating a case, he was speechless: "The county government is too audacious, blatantly trying to trip up Chief Tang like this?"

"Yu Zhengqing, the deputy head of the patrol office, has a very close personal relationship with the county magistrate. Originally, the position of head of the Yancheng patrol office belonged to Yu Zhengqing. Who would have thought that Head Tang would be parachuted in from above?"

An Chenghu stopped there and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Mu understood.

This is not even giving Tang Jinxian a chance to find outside help.

With no one else available, it would be difficult for Tang Jinxian to catch the murderer on her own.

The longer this case drags on, the more incompetent she appears.

If the murderer commits another crime during this period, it would be a serious dereliction of duty on her part. At that point, even if she has connections in the capital, she would probably have to slink back home in disgrace.

At that time, Yu Zhengqing will get the position he wants.

After all, who doesn't have a rich woman on their side?

"Before I set off, I recommended you to the magistrate to replace me and assist in the investigation. The magistrate has already agreed."

"I?"

Jiang Mu blinked, then suddenly realized.

To outsiders, his image as a "fool" is unlikely to change anytime soon.

The county government could not openly defy Tang Jinxian's orders by continuing to send such a "fool" to assist her; it would be acceptable on the surface, but in reality, it would be equivalent to doing nothing at all.

He tentatively asked, "So, how should I investigate? Just give me a rough draft?"

It's obviously unrealistic to directly reject Tang Jinxian.

But you can always dawdle.

But he's being threatened by the murderer and isn't willing to be fooled.

An Chenghu stared at his nephew:

"You've seen the bodies and the two surviving victims. What do you think?"

Jiang Mu remained silent.

Even setting aside his own threatened situation, seeing the horrific scene of those female victims being tortured and murdered, he still felt disgust and hatred towards the murderer.

This kind of scum deserves to die.

An Chenghu patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly:
"Kid, it's up to you now. You performed well today, so I'm sure Manager Tang won't be too resistant."

"Remember, those of us in this line of work wear this uniform because our duty is to protect the peace and tranquility of the people in this area. There are some things we can't do without our conscience, and cases must be investigated seriously."

"But while investigating the case is one thing, you must be quick-witted and avoid being overly assertive. Most importantly, the culprit in this case must ultimately be discovered and apprehended by Chief Supervisor Tang himself, understand?"

"Understood, Uncle An."

There are too many intricacies involved, and An Chenghu couldn't explain them in detail, but Jiang Mu understood.

……

At dinner, Yan Wenxiu brought over a pot of wine and placed it on the table with a disgruntled expression: "Drink less, Xiao Jiang isn't fully recovered yet, don't ruin your head with too much wine."

Yan Wenxiu was in her thirties. Although she wasn't considered beautiful, she had fair skin.

She has a delicate and refined air about her.

She was not a good match for An Chenghu, a rough man who looked like a farmer.

However, the couple had a very good relationship.

An Chenghu laughed and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Jiang has a sharp mind now and won't get drunk easily."

Despite joking, she still poured Jiang Mu only a shallow half-bowl.

The uncle and nephew drank a couple of cups together, and An Chenghu asked his wife, seemingly casually, "Speaking of which, Xiaoyun will be back in a few days, right?"

The "Xiaoyun" he mentioned was his daughter, An Lingyun.

He is one year younger than Mujiang.

Unlike Shi Xueying next door, who has a gentle and refined nature, An Lingyun has been lively and outgoing since childhood, like a tomboy.

In his childhood, he often teased the silly Mu Jiang.

As a result, Mu Jiang would avoid her whenever he saw her.

But from the original owner's hazy memories, Jiang Mu knew clearly that the girl was the kindest to him.

Whenever Mu Jiang was bullied, his thin and weak frame would always be the first to rush out and settle scores. Although he was always beaten black and blue, he never backed down.

I remember once, a chubby young master from a martial arts school called Mu Jiang an idiot and deliberately shoved him, almost knocking him into the river.

When An Lingyun found out, she rushed into the other party's private school and started fighting with the chubby boy in front of the teacher.

In the end, she was beaten until her head was swollen like a pig's head.

But the chubby boy didn't fare well either; he had to stay in bed for half a month before he could get up.

That evening, the martial arts school director personally visited the school.

An Chenghu thought the other party had come to interrogate him, and he had already rolled up his sleeves. But to his surprise, the other party came with generous gifts to apologize and even said that he wanted to take An Lingyun as his apprentice.

The curator said he had never seen a little girl fight so fiercely and with such talent.

He even jokingly said that this woman would surely become an emperor someday.

However, due to various concerns, An Chenghu and his wife ultimately did not feel comfortable letting her go.

But the curator's words came true.

When An Lingyun was sixteen, she indeed showed signs of having a large penis.

Now it's two more floors up.

Yan Wenxiu's expression stiffened for a moment, then he smiled and said:

"Yes, that girl sent a letter saying that the trial is over and she'll be back in a few days. She'll be so happy if she knows Xiao Jiang is better."

When talking about her daughter, Yan Wenxiu's eyes and brows were full of tenderness.

Two years ago, An Lingyun was chosen by a wandering cultivator and taken to the Ziyun Sect in Lancheng for cultivation.

Although it cannot compare to top-tier sects like the Divine Phoenix Sect, it is still considered one of the best in the Great Qian Dynasty.

It should be noted that the imperial court now places great importance on spiritual cultivation.

It is being widely promoted.

At the time, that girl absolutely refused to go.

In the end, it took a lot of persuasion from Yan Wenxiu before he reluctantly left.

Of course, the most important reason she finally agreed was that the monk told her that once she learned the real skills, no one would dare to bully Mu Jiang anymore.

"Xiao Jiang, what do you think of Xiao Jun?"

An Chenghu got to the point.

Jiang Mu was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "Very good."

Thinking of that girl's boisterous manner, his heart warmed. It was strange; although he had only transmigrated and taken over this body, he had clearly inherited all the original owner's emotions.

It even sometimes gave him a misconception.

He and Mu Jiang were originally one.

Yan Wenxiu frowned, seemingly wanting to say something. An Chenghu didn't give her a chance, asking directly, "So, do you like Xiaoyun?"

Jiang Mu then realized what was going on.

"Uncle An, are you planning to become my father-in-law?"

An Chenghu drank a glass of wine, looked up and said seriously:
"I just want to take good care of you for your brother and hope that you can settle down and start a family soon. If you think Xiaoyun is good, then I will act as matchmaker. When she comes back, let her be your wife."

Yan Wenxiu kept her head down, eating her food silently without making a sound.

Jiang Mu laughed and said, "There's no rush when it comes to having a wife. Besides, we have to ask Xiaojun herself if she's willing, right?"

An Chenghu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyun will definitely listen to me."

"I think it's better to ask."

For some reason, Jiang Mu always felt a strange aversion to the word "wife".

Especially when that blurry, beautiful figure occasionally surfaces in my mind...

Was it because he was unwilling to abandon his deceased wife?

Or something else?
An Chenghu looked at him and suddenly asked, "Are you interested in the Shi family—"

His wife suddenly kicked him.

An Chenghu glanced at his wife, swallowed back what he was about to say, and forced a smile: "Never mind, let's not talk about this now, we'll talk about it when Xiaoyun comes back."

……

After dinner, the couple returned to their room.

Yan Wenxiu couldn't help but complain, "Why are you in such a hurry to play matchmaker?"

As An Chenghu took off his shoes, he said, "Xiao Jiang isn't young anymore. Wouldn't it be better for him to settle down and start a family soon?"

"But Xiaoyun is still young..."

"Small?"

An Chenghu stared at his wife. "Do you think Xiao Jiang isn't good enough for our daughter?"

Yan Wenxiu opened her mouth, then fell silent.

Because of the kindness shown to Mu Jiang by his brother, she has always treated Mu Jiang as her own child over the years.

But the other party has been mentally impaired for too many years.

Even though his head is now back to normal, he's still just a nobody in the government, and there's a huge gap between him and his daughter.

Human nature is so complex.

I feel sorry for him emotionally, but I can't help but weigh and calculate things rationally.

"How about I try asking the second daughter of the Shi family?" Yan Wenxiu suggested in a low voice.

An Chenghu shook his head with a smile: "That girl has high aspirations. Before she was chosen by Divine Phoenix Island, she ignored Xiao Jiang. Now that she's become a phoenix, it's even more so."

Yan Wenxiu frowned: "But back then, Xiao Jiang almost lost his life to save her."

"Saving someone doesn't mean you can force them to repay you with their body."

An Chenghu lay on the bed and sighed, "What's more, after the Shi family couple passed away, the eldest daughter of the Shi family has always been in charge. Although Yu Huan is kind-hearted and treats Xiao Jiang very well, her parents are gone after all, and she can't force her younger sister Xue Ying to get married."

"That's true."

Yan Wenxiu sighed.

She thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "Why don't we go ask that eldest maid, Yuyan?"

"no!"

An Chenghu glared at her:
"Although Yu-yu is not bad-looking, she has been mute since childhood. Later, a serious illness left her with a chronic condition, and the doctor said she has lost her ability to have children. Otherwise, she would have been married off long ago."

I swore an oath at Xiao Jiang's brother's grave that I would help Xiao Jiang settle down, get married, have children, and continue the family line. That girl, Yu Ru, absolutely not.

Seeing that her husband was angry, Yan Wenxiu dared not say anything more.

The woman couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating.

What you like, others don't approve of. What you approve of, you don't want. What you want, you just can't have.

Finding a wife for this kid is really a headache.

……

The room was dimly lit by candlelight.

Jiang Mu lay on the bed, holding a book called "The Five Animal Frolics Classic" and reading it.

This manual was given to him by An Chenghu. It is a kind of body-strengthening technique, usually practiced by soldiers in the army. In addition to tempering their physique, it also includes some breathing techniques.

An Chenghu once taught his nephew special techniques to improve his physique.

Unfortunately, my nephew was mentally challenged at the time and I couldn't teach him no matter what I tried, but eight-year-old Shi Shuangsui next door learned it very well.

Now that his nephew's head has recovered, An Chenghu has taken it out again.

After all, health is the most important thing.

Practice more often, and even if you don't become a spiritualist, you'll still be better than an ordinary person.

"The first is the Black Crane, the second is the Green Ape, the third is the Red Tiger, the fourth is the Black Tortoise, and the fifth is the Cloud Deer... The form moves while the spirit remains still, outwardly manifesting the five birds, inwardly refining true qi..."

Jiang Mu looked at it for a while, then tossed it aside.

can't read.

It's not that the cultivation methods in it are difficult, but rather that the content feels rough.

It looks like it was forcibly pieced together.

Unfortunately, he couldn't recall the cultivation techniques he practiced in his previous life. After all, some techniques could still exert considerable power even without spiritual energy, relying solely on one's own blood and qi.

"Find an opportunity to ask Manager Tang; perhaps she has some better cultivation techniques."

Jiang Mu put his hands behind his head and stared at the roof beam, lost in thought.

As Jiang Mu recalled Uncle An's offer to find him a wife at the dinner table, the blurry image of that beautiful woman involuntarily surfaced in his mind again.

"Why have I almost completely lost my memories of my previous life in the Xuanming World?"

What calamity has befallen the Xuanming World?

"Why does Mu Jiang look so much like me? Even this birthmark..."

He raised his right wrist.

The dark red birthmark, about the size of a copper coin, radiated a faint warmth.

It resembles a mysterious eye.

"Senior sister, wife...are you really dead?"

"Then I'll marry a new wife. You shouldn't object, right? If you do, just say so. I'm not a heartless man."

"..."

"Thank you, Ex-Wife Hero."

(End of this chapter)