After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

“I know, and so do you.” Jiang Zhiyun said, as if she knew his attitude perfectly well.

"Hmm." Xie Shuheng nodded. Although this was what he had originally thought of, hearing it now made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It even felt a bit awkward.

He quickly concealed the strange feeling in his heart.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your mother-in-law and nephew while I'm in your home. I will do what I should do, and when you get promoted in the future, I will take the initiative to divorce you, so as not to stop you from finding another woman to be your wife."

She remembered that Zhang had mentioned that he had a childhood sweetheart, someone he had always liked.

What about him? Doesn't he count?

He didn't know why he had such thoughts, and he felt that he was being a bit strange.

But he still replied, "It's alright. Now that I've married you, I will not easily divorce you. However, I cannot promise you anything in terms of feelings. I will leave all household matters to you."

"Also, I don't share a room."

According to Hsieh Shu-heng, the relationship between husband and wife is not about having children or having offspring, but about mutual affection before they can engage in such activities.

We've already told Jiang Zhiyun in advance to avoid any misunderstandings later.

Jiang Zhiyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this was exactly what she had been hoping for.

However, Xie Shuheng did not share a room with her, probably more because he was impotent!

This matter concerns a man's dignity, so Jiang Zhiyun neither said nor asked anything, and pretending not to know anything was the best course of action.

In addition, Xie Shuheng is a villain who will kill his wife to prove his Dao in the future, and can even be said to be extremely dangerous. He is capable of doing things like murdering the emperor in the future, so she doesn't want to get too involved with him.

Now that they're married, it's best for each of them to fulfill their respective roles.

Guarding your heart and living a good life is better than anything else.

Fortunately, Xie Shuheng is not crazy now and seems normal, so Jiang Zhiyun should not have experienced any changes.

However, I didn't have much contact with him in my previous life. I could only vaguely recall those officials and know a little about the people around Xie Shuheng. But I really knew nothing about how he rose to power.

Jiang Zhiyun didn't want to deal with all this mess. She thought it was better to just set up her stall and sell mushroom noodle soup.

When the two returned home, Zhang was already waiting at the door.

She greeted him with a beaming smile: "Yunniang must be happy to be back home. I was just thinking that since it's her first time getting married, she might not be used to living in another family. Would she miss home when she comes back? Or would she cry a lot at home?"

After all, Zhang felt reluctant to part with her parents on the day she returned to her parents' home. Now, putting herself in Yunniang's shoes, she thought that Yunniang must also be reluctant to leave her family.

I tried to lighten the mood and offer some comfort. But I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt that the atmosphere suddenly felt a little off.

Jiang Zhiyun certainly didn't cry, nor did she show much emotion.

But if I were to talk to Zhang about this now, wouldn't I seem too cold-hearted?

While she was pondering how to reply, Xie Shuheng took her slender wrist and said, "Mother, let's go inside first."

Upon entering, Jiang Zhiyun noticed his limp and quickly said, "Husband, I wonder how your external injury is? Lie down and let me see, I'll change your dressing."

To everyone's surprise, after bringing the medicine into the house, Xie Shuheng insisted on closing the door, saying indifferently, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. You'll be better off outside. I'll change myself."

Jiang Zhiyun: "..."

No, we've been in contact before! Why are we suddenly being so formal about men and women not touching each other?

Standing at the door, Zhang was also a little nervous. She said, "Yunniang, go in and take a look. I think he's not doing well. When he came back, I felt that his complexion was off."

Jiang Zhiyun recalled that he had drawn his sword earlier that day, frightening Xu Ping'an into apologizing, and that he had spoken with great vigor in front of his father.

Compared to how sickly I looked yesterday, I'm definitely putting on a brave face today.

Jiang Zhiyun wanted to go in, but the door was locked, and it wouldn't be appropriate for her to just bang on it.

Then Zhang handed over a key and whispered, afraid that her son would hear, "This key can be opened from the outside. Shuheng figured it out himself. Go and open it and take a look."

Jiang Zhiyun quickly opened the door, and just as Xie Shuheng was about to close it, she bent down and ran inside quickly.

Just then, his hand reached out, and Jiang Zhiyun stood against the door, gripping the handle with an expression of unyielding defiance.

Xie Shuheng placed his hand above her head, and the two looked at each other like that.

His clothes were half off, and you could see that all the scars underneath were starting to bleed, and even the scars that hadn't healed by yesterday were now festering.

Jiang Zhiyun glanced at his muscular physique briefly, then looked at the knife wound in his abdomen and the cuts on his arms, and said, "Look at you! All the bandaging you did the past two days was for nothing."

"Now you need to stay home and rest well. Let me check how your lower body is?"

She wanted to check on his leg injury; given Xie Shuheng's sullen personality, he probably had other injuries as well.

He not only covered up the parts that Jiang Zhiyun had seen earlier, but also held the hem of his clothes to prevent Jiang Zhiyun from seeing them.

Even when standing still, his whole body was stiff.

The medicines on the bed were scattered haphazardly, with a lot of powder spilled out, showing that Xie Shuheng had no way to apply the medicine by himself.

Jiang Zhiyun has always felt disappointed and frustrated with people who don't value their lives.

Without taking any further action, she looked at him with feigned ferocity and said, "Xie Shuheng, I'm a woman and I don't care about these things, what are you afraid of?"

"I don't want to become a widow right after getting married."

"If you keep messing around, you'll eventually ruin yourself."

Xie Shuheng: "..."

For some reason, he couldn't utter a single word in the face of her sharp tongue.

The normally robust man was now unusually obedient and silent as Jiang Zhiyun pulled him by the wrist to sit on the bed.

Seeing that he was still clutching his clothes, Jiang Zhiyun quickly cut them open with scissors.

Still not satisfied, she cut his clothes into several pieces. At this point, there was simply no way to cover him up.

Jiang Zhiyun ignored his gaze and carefully cleaned his wound with the medicine powder and bandages, then applied more medicine powder and ointment.

The bleeding wounds were washed with a large basin of bloody water.

As she worked, she said, "I don't know why you can be so tolerant? It's clearly this serious, yet you're still acting tough in my own home."

“If you had told us sooner, we would have come back sooner. Anyway, I don’t want to go back to that home.”

Jiang Zhiyun paused at this point.

She inadvertently revealed her true thoughts. Originally, she hadn't planned to share her thoughts with anyone.

Unexpectedly, Xie Shuheng did not remain silent this time, just when Jiang Zhiyun thought he would not speak.

Xie Shuheng said, "Yunniang, you are my wife. If you ever need anything from me in the future, just come to me."

“My mother is also at home. She’s not a bad person, just a bit clingy. If she can help, she will go.”

Jiang Zhiyun's busy hands stopped for a moment, and then she said somewhat awkwardly, "Why are you saying all this?"

"Therefore, you are not alone."

"At least for the time being, you don't need to pretend to be strong."