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nJiang Huifeng asked, “How did you meet Second Master Qin? Are there any clues about the car accident?”

n“How else could I have met him? I was lucky and ran into him in the mental hospital.”

nJiang Yi explained simply, “I don’t know who was the instigator of the car accident, but he came for my life. That truck driver was determined to kill me.”

n“Be careful when you go out in the future. Remember to bring your bodyguards with you.”

nJiang Yi looked deeply at Jiang Huifeng. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed as she said with a faint smile, “Thank you, Dad. I’ll be careful.”

nJiang Yi calling him ‘Dad’ had hit Jiang Huifeng’s heart. “It’s good that you can think it through. With the help of your mother’s family, you can go further and further in the Qin family.. Even if you don’t think for yourself, you have to think for your son.”

n“He’s not even born yet. How do you know it’ll be a son?”

nJiang Huofeng’s expression froze. “If it’s a daughter, raise her well. It won’t make a difference in a big family.”

nWhen the couple walked out of the house, Jiang Chen, who was wandering in the garden, quickly came up to them and asked, “How is it? is she willing to go back to Jiang Mansion?”

nZhuo Ya nodded. “Call your sister tomorrow. We’ll come and pick her up together.”

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nJiang Chen’s face lit up, but then his expression turned cold. “I only have one sister.”

n“Brat, what are you talking about again?”

nJiang Huifeng shot Jiang Chen a warning look. He didn’t care and turned to leave.

nAfter the three left, Jiang Yi gave Song Rao a call.

n“How was the court session?”

n“He’ll be punished for all his crimes. Don’t worry, he won’t be able to get out of jail.”

nShe laughed and wanted to grab a piece of fruit from the coffee table to eat. However, her right hand was tied, and her face immediately darkened.

n“Boyfriend, your girlfriend’s hand is broken. No one will feed her even if she wants to eat. Don’t you think you should express your gratitude?”

nUpon hearing Jiang Yi’s flirtatious teasing, Song Rao felt an inexplicable lump in his throat. His gaze was obscure as he said, “If your hand is broken, you should behave yourself. You can’t have children at the moment.”

n“Tsk tsk, who said that I can’t have a child with you now? Why don’t you come to my house at night and cultivate a relationship? Didn’t you say that you have to be in a relationship before you’re willing to have a child with someone else?”

nHe raised his chin and looked at the scorching sun. His cold gaze was very aggressive, and it was so deep that no one could see through what he was thinking.

nHe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved up with a hint of interest.

nIt was rare for his little wife to invite him to her house. How could he not go?

nHowever, he still had to put on an act. Song Rao said, “It’s not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in the middle of the night. Since your hand is injured, let a servant feed you.”

n“Yo, you even know that my house has a servant? You came here secretly?”

n“Aren’t you the young madam of the Qin family? Don’t you even have the money to hire a servant?”

n“No, I don’t. I need my boyfriend to feed me.”

n“Don’t call me that.”

n“Then what should I call you? Call you husband?”

nThe more unwilling Song Rao was, the more Jiang Yi liked to do it. She was naturally rebellious and liked to do things in the opposite direction.

n“Husband, come feed me tonight.”

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nSong Rao fell into deep thought. He felt that he already knew how to deal with this woman.

n“I still have a live broadcast tonight.”

n“Oh, I’m sad. Looks like I’ll have to watch my husband’s live broadcast tonight.”

n“I told you not to call me that. I’m not your husband.” Song Rao’s cold voice came through the phone. “We just have a collaboration. I’m not anyone’s substitute.”

nThen, he hung up the phone decisively, looking angry.

nJiang Yi liked to make him angry.

nAt this moment, Gong Xueming was next to Song Rao. He saw his Second Master change his face like he was flipping through a book. He was angry just a moment ago, but now he was in a good mood, with a faint smile on his lips.

nHow could Song Rao not be happy when his little wife kept calling him husband?

nGong Xueming felt that these two people were really like birds of a feather. They were like thousand-year-old vixens among the actors. The two of them kept playing with each other, making him dazed.

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