She remarried a cold-faced, powerful man, and the scumbag regretted it and cried his heart out.

Shen Jingshu's heart was pounding like a deer, and she was overcome with shyness. She lowered her eyes, turned around and tried to escape, "You...you should take a bath first."

Jiang Jin'an, however, refused to listen to her. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her back into his arms, saying, "You're injured. Stay with me."

These words were spoken frankly, without the slightest hesitation, which made Shen Jingshu's refusal seem like a blatant attempt to cover up her mistake. She was speechless for a moment, unable to find the right words to refute, and a thin blush crept onto her cheeks.

Seeing her silence, Jiang Jin'an's smile widened. He said nothing more, and instead picked Shen Jingshu up and strode towards the inner bathroom.

Shen Jingshu gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as if afraid of falling. "My lord...you..."

Jiang Jin'an placed her on the soft couch next to the bathtub, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Why are you still calling me 'Master'?"

Shen Jingshu's ears instantly turned bright red. She turned her head away, not daring to look into his eyes, and whispered as softly as a mosquito's buzz, "Husband... Husband."

Logically speaking, having lived two lives, she was no longer an innocent young girl, yet when facing this person, her heart beat as fiercely as if it were the first time.

Hearing the word "husband," Jiang Jin'an finally smiled with satisfaction.

Hot water had been filled in the bathtub, and the rising steam enveloped the entire room in a hazy mist.

He walked to the bathtub, tested the water temperature, and then turned to look at Shen Jingshu.

Shen Jingshu sat awkwardly on the soft couch, while Jiang Jin'an remained calm and composed, removing his outer robe to reveal his well-built upper body.

Shen Jingshu's gaze involuntarily fell on his wound. Seeing that the white silk she had just put on was also soaked with traces of blood, and that the deep and shallow scars on his body were intertwined, each one shocking to behold, her heart tightened, and the shyness she had just felt dissipated somewhat.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Feeling her gaze, Jiang Jin'an took her hand and kissed it. "You changed my dressing yourself, how can it still hurt?"

"Grumpy."

With his hands on Shen Jingshu's waist, he gently pulled her into the bathtub before she could react.

The bathtub was enormous, more than enough to accommodate the two of them.

The warm water instantly enveloped Shen Jingshu's body, soaking her clothes, which clung tightly to her figure, making her appear even more shapely.

Even in this situation, she was still thinking about Jiang Jin'an's injuries, "Be careful with the wound, don't let it get wet."

"It's alright." Jiang Jin'an's voice became a little hoarse. He reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs on Shen Jingshu's cheek behind her ear. His calloused fingertips brushed against her skin intentionally or unintentionally, causing her to tremble.

Shen Jingshu felt flustered under his gaze and tried to get up, but he grabbed her arm.

Jiang Jin'an looked down at her, his eyes deep, his smile deepening. "Where is Madam going?"

"My clothes are wet, and I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Jin'an leaned in and pressed Shen Jingshu against the edge of the bathtub, his breath hot against her ear, making her heart flutter.

"Since you're wet, may I help you change, madam?"

Her words carried a seductive undertone, and Shen Jingshu felt weak all over. She remembered the storybooks she had read before, and realized that this was the male demon described in them!

She tried to push Jiang Jin'an away, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Jiang Jin'an's fingers slid over Shen Jingshu's clothes, deftly unbuttoning each button. As the clothes slipped down, her fair, jade-like skin was revealed, appearing even more alluring in the misty steam.

Shen Jingshu's voice carried a hint of pleading, "Husband..."

Jiang Jin'an paused, then looked up at Shen Jingshu. Her almond-shaped eyes were shimmering with tears, carrying a hint of melancholy that was incredibly captivating.

"Call me again."

"Husband..."

Jiang Jin'an felt that nothing in the world could compare to her.

He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss Shen Jingshu's lips.

The kiss was tender and lingering, yet tinged with a hint of dominance. Shen Jingshu felt all her strength drain away; she could only cling to Jiang Jin'an's shoulders, letting him take what he wanted.

After an unknown amount of time, so long that Shen Jingshu felt she could hardly breathe, Jiang Jin'an finally released her.

Looking at the shy girl in his arms, he asked with a smile, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Shen Jingshu's face turned completely red. She didn't dare to say anything about feeling unwell, afraid that he would say something inappropriate again. She quickly shook her head and said, "I don't feel unwell anymore."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Jiang Jin'an picked her up and placed her on his lap.

"Then let's continue."

His kiss landed again, but this time it was even more passionate.

It had started raining outside sometime earlier, the rain pattering softly. Lin Yu and Wu Chen were standing under the eaves, chatting idly to pass the long night.

Jinse suddenly appeared in front of them, hands on her hips, looking aggressive, and said in an unhappy voice, "What are you two doing here?"

Lin Yu asked matter-of-factly, "Why can't we be here?"

As the young master's most intimate attendant, of course he would be wherever the young master was! It was his duty!

Wuchen, as always, was concise and to the point: "Let's go now."

Her voice remained indifferent, and her movements were swift; she simply grabbed Lin Yu and left.

Lin Yu was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and gave an awkward laugh: "I understand, let's go! I can walk by myself!"

Yaoqin and Jinse exchanged a smile and stood guard at the door. At this time, they would not allow anyone to disturb their master!

Inside the room, Shen Jingshu finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to push Jiang Jin'an, her voice soft and sweet: "Husband, you are still injured."

Jiang Jin'an paused, then stepped back slightly to look at Shen Jingshu.

His hair was wet, his beautiful eyes sparkling. He tightened his grip on her arm, kissed her lips again, and whispered, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I have to accompany you back to your parents' home tomorrow."

Shen Jingshu blinked, then remembered that she had to return to her parents' home tomorrow. In her haste, she forgot about being shy and stood up abruptly, splashing water onto Jiang Jin'an's face.

Jiang Jin'an was startled and quickly pulled her back into his arms, pulling a large cloth to wrap her up. "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Shen Jingshu slapped her forehead in annoyance, "I forgot that we have to go back to my parents' home tomorrow, and I haven't prepared any gifts yet."

Jiang Jin'an chuckled, gathered her wet hair in his hands, and took a dry towel to wring it out for her. "There's still time, no need to rush."

The enchanting atmosphere from before had not yet dissipated, and the tenderness at this moment was even more lingering.

Shen Jingshu's hair was jet black and smooth, with a faint fragrance. He wrung out her hair strand by strand, and Shen Jingshu watched his hand holding the knife as he wrung her hair, feeling indescribable emotions.

"Alright." Jiang Jin'an put down the cloth in his hand, picked up Shen Jingshu horizontally, and walked back to the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed, lay down beside her, pulled her into his arms, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead. "Sleep."

The two fell asleep in each other's arms, and slept without any dreams.