CH 23.1

After the rain, the air had the smell of moisture which seeped into one’s nostrils. Occasionally, she could smell the scent of the natural grass. The him in front of Yisheng was not as well-dressed as he usually was, but he had a rare mischievousness to him.

He called her ‘wife’ in front of so many people.

The village head smiled and gave the man on Song Anchen’s back a look. The man on Song Anchen’s back realized and started to struggle a little, “Doctor Song, go comfort your wife. The village head can carry me.”

The villagers around Yisheng started to giggle which made Yisheng feel extremely awkward. She should have denied it at that time, but her brain had short-circuited and she could not think logically causing her to feel stunned and miss the opportunity to explain.

She saw that the doctors behind Song Anchen looking at Song Anchen and her with disbelief. They had thought that this was a joke made after surviving something that could have killed them. However, this was indeed a joke, but the originator of the joke was Yisheng, and Song Anchen was simply continuing the joke.

Song Anchen placed down the villager and walked towards Yisheng. At that moment, he looked like a mess, but with his handsome face, he still managed to make one’s heart thump furiously.

Song Anchen smiled at Yisheng charmingly, his slender and long eyes overflowed with playfulness, “I won’t make you worry anymore in the future.”

“Mm,” She nodded awkwardly and did not dare to meet his eyes. For her, she felt that she was a little abnormal since she experienced that ‘false alarm’. Song Anchen smiled at her, then turned to look towards the dumbfounded male doctors, “It’s been hard on everyone.” After that, he turned his gaze to the villager, “Let’s go back first.”

The villagers nodded and were led back to the village by the village head. Sister Jiang looked at her husband angrily, “So useless. A road that you’ve walked for so many years and you slipped and fell,” Although her tone was not very good, in the end, she still caringly helped her husband peel away the dried mud on his face.

Yisheng followed behind them, feeling very uneasy. Song Anchen, who was following them stood next to her.

“When shall we get our marriage certificate?” Song Anchen’s gaze was fixed to the front, but his words were definitely for Yisheng. Yisheng turned her head to look at his mild expression and smiled to say, “Little Brother Song really knows how to tell jokes.”

“Older Sister Ye is also not bad. I wasn’t by your side for a short while and you’re going about and slandering our relationship,” He turned this head slightly and narrowed his eyes to look at her, no matter how she looked at it, his pair of slender eyes had a sly look to them.

Yisheng did not say anything. She was indeed in the wrong. But she thought for a moment and found a way out for herself, “Actually, it’s fine even if they misunderstand. We’ll be leaving in ten days, it doesn’t matter.”

Song Anchen smiled gently, “They won’t know, but what about the doctors that came with us?”

Yisheng’s face turned pale instantly and she could only laugh awkwardly.

“Let’s find a time and get the marriage certificate done,” Song Anchen smiled and said to her.

“Little Brother Song!!” Yisheng glared at him solemnly.

When Sister Jiang heard Yisheng’s roar, she could not help turning her head to look at them. Yisheng’s face instantly turned red in embarrassment and she smiled at Sister Jiang to indicate that there was nothing wrong. Song Anchen shook the clothes he was wearing, “Help me wash my clothes later.”

“Why should I wash your clothes? Wash it yourself.”

“Wife?” Song Anchen thought for a moment, “Right? Wife.”

She took a deep breath, trying her best to seem calm. This time, he had the complete advantage over her.

Yisheng stepped on the mud and she was distracted for a moment, causing her feet to slip. She grabbed onto Song Anchen’s hand to hold herself up and thankfully, she did not actually fall. She took a long breath and when she was about to withdraw her hand, Song Anchen had brazenly held it tightly, a smile on the corner of his lips, “I like how you take initiative.”

“…” She finally broke down.

When they returned to Sister Jiang’s house, Yisheng’s first job was to be Song Anchen’s assistant and help him deal with Sister Jiang’s husband’s ankle injury. His injury was a common ligament strain, improving blood circulation, using Traditional Chinese Medicine externally, and taking Western medicine orally, they mixed Chinese and Western medicine, allowing for a good recovery effect.

When everything was dealt with, Song Anchen began to tidy up his things.

Sister Jiang had really thought that they were husband and wife. She directly changed her single-person quilt to a double quilt and winked at Yisheng, smiling, “Your husband is quite handsome.”

The corner of Yisheng’s mouth twitched and she grabbed the blanket in Sister Jiang’s hand, saying a little awkwardly, “Actually… We haven’t gotten our marriage certificate yet and it won’t be good for us to sleep together.”

Song Anchen was standing by the side, his eyes flashing like the light of a meteorite falling to the earth as he smiled and agreed, “Yes, we’ve only agreed to marry in private.”

After Yisheng heard those words, her chest tightened and she almost collapsed. She glared at Song Anchen angrily, his horrible mouth would only spit lies.

Sister Jiang was stunned at first, but proceeded to laugh happily, “It’s a minor matter. It’s fine even if you promise yourselves to each other in private again. Anyway, you’ll be husband and wife in the future,” Sister Jiang smiled, showing her teeth as she carried the quilt and walked to the door, telling Song Anchen, “Doctor Song, take a bath later. I’ll go boil water first.”

“Thank you,” Song Anchen smiled, his white skin and his charming eyes still appealed to people even though he was covered in yellow mud.

Sister Jiang stared at Song Anchen’s pretty face. She could not help feeling that city men, even when one could not see their features, their aura was already more attractive than her man. They could not be compared.

Yisheng was staring at the bed that had only one quilt, feeling awkward. This room had obviously been vacated for them in a rush, there was no other furniture and there was only a bed and a large empty room.

Song Anchen suddenly raised his hands above his head, ready to take off his shirt. When Yisheng saw it, she was surprised and retreated, “What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes all of a sudden?”

Song Anchen threw his clothes on the ground and walked towards her.