An Hao also saw her underwear exposed in front of Qin Jian, her face turning even redder.
But since she wasn’t wearing any clothes, she couldn’t climb out to quickly gather the dirty laundry, and in her haste, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, cooling her slightly.
"Quickly roll up the clothes and put them aside, don’t wash them for me," she thought about her underwear being washed by a man, and she felt extremely embarrassed.
A pretty little face was covered with blushes, like a rose in the afternoon sun, bright and beautiful.
When Qin Jian saw her embarrassment, he was just about to tell her not to mind, when he heard someone knocking loudly outside, "Qin Jian, are you there?"
Hearing Jian Ying’s voice, Qin Jian quickly rolled up An Hao’s clothes and placed them beside the bed before he went to open the door.
They say Jian Ying’s nickname, "Jian Fox," really suits him. Seeing An Hao coiled in the blankets on the bed, with her clothes laid aside, he immediately understood what was going on.
He smirked and put the fruits he had bought on the ground, "Old Qin, I came to see how sister-in-law is doing! It’s nothing serious, right?"
An Hao hadn’t expected Jian Ying to come over. Hearing the laughter in his voice, her face burned even more fiercely.
She was afraid that Jian Ying would make fun of her, and afraid that he would think she was frivolous, so she shrank entirely under the covers, silent and out of sight.
Qin Jian turned his head to look at An Hao and, seeing that she made herself look like a little cocoon, understood she was feeling shy.
Under these circumstances, it really wasn’t appropriate to invite Jian Ying in.
Jian Ying was a very perceptive man, and he took the initiative, "Old Qin, why don’t you come out and we can talk for a moment?"
"You rest well! I will be back shortly," Qin Jian said a few words to her, closed the door, and followed Jian Ying out.
The two men left the guest house and found a large tree to take shelter from the rain.
The rain had lessened a lot compared to the morning.
"Tsk tsk tsk, really didn’t see it coming. If someone had told me half a year ago that Qin Jian would take a second glance at a woman, I wouldn’t have believed it. But now... you really spoil your not-yet-wedded wife to the bones," Jian Ying couldn’t help but sigh.
"Isn’t a wife meant to be spoiled once she’s brought home? She will be mine sooner or later! What’s the difference between spoiling her now or later?" Qin Jian raised an eyebrow at Jian Ying.
"Aiyo! Aiyo! Aiyo, yo! Am I hearing things? Am I seeing the wrong person? Is this the ’Cold-faced King of Hell’ Qin Jian who wouldn’t spare women a glance?" Jian Ying teased him with a bad smile, "Since ancient times, heroes have been impeded by the love of a woman! Seriously, with your little bride stripped down like that, you didn’t have any other thoughts?"
Qin Jian fixed his gaze on Jian Ying for a long while before slowly spitting out one word from his thin lips, "Scram!"
"Hahaha!" Jian Ying burst into laughter, "Commander Qin, you’re really undone by An Hao."
His old partner would give him this one word whenever there was nothing more to say.
"Is there a problem? Jian Ying, sometimes I really find you insufferable," Qin Jian clenched his fist.
"Did I hit the nail on the head? Ah, a young wife is great, isn’t it? I don’t have that fortune, my old lady is becoming a yellow-faced woman now!"
"Fine. I will make sure to pass this comment accurately to Wen Qing," Qin Jian said expressionlessly.
"Don’t, don’t, please don’t let her find out! Otherwise, I reckon she won’t let me climb into her bed for a month," Jian Ying hurriedly begged for mercy.
Qin Jian nodded thoughtfully, "Then I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself now."