Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Agreement

Shen Ye and Zhuo Lin watched Jiang Shaoqing laughing uncontrollably, but neither of them could figure out what was wrong with him.

Shen Ye’s thought was: "I’ve exposed my son’s schemes—he’s probably trying to smooth things over now."

At least this darn boy knows he’s in the wrong.

Zhuo Lin’s thought was: "Could Jiang Shaoqing be laughing so hard because he’s infuriated by my stupidity?"

Exactly! Who behaves like her—talking for so long only to make the misunderstanding even worse?

"Why are you still laughing?"

Shen Ye was furious.

Enough is enough.

Jiang Shaoqing finally stopped smiling. "Mom, you’ve misunderstood me!"

This statement finally caused Zhuo Lin’s eyes to flash with realization. Good grief.

Jiang Shaoqing is a good man; she’s been misunderstanding him all along.

If only he would explain himself, Shen Ye should surely believe him.

This way, she no longer has to worry about digging herself deeper into the hole.

Because of Jiang Shaoqing’s great kindness today, she had already decided to treat him to ten bowls of Mixed Noodles as compensation in the future.

"What have I misunderstood? Explain yourself!"

When Shen Ye heard this, she became even angrier. Her darn son wouldn’t be so shameless as to say something irresponsible in front of the girl, would he?

If he hurt Zhuo Lin’s feelings and the girl got so upset that she decided not to marry, Shen Ye wouldn’t forgive Jiang Shaoqing.

"Mom, don’t stand so tall—I have to look up at you, and it’s making my head hurt. Sit down, and I’ll tell you properly!"

Jiang Shaoqing was truly feeling a headache.

Zhuo Lin immediately moved quickly and supported Shen Ye to sit beside Jiang Shaoqing’s bed.

Eager to please Jiang Shaoqing, Zhuo Lin asked, "Do you want some water? I’ll get it for you! Auntie, listen to Jiang Shaoqing, let him talk slowly, don’t get angry."

Jiang Shaoqing gave Zhuo Lin a cold glance.

Zhuo Lin hurried off to pour water.

At this moment, she had a favor to ask. No matter how she looked at Jiang Shaoqing, he seemed pleasing to the eye.

As long as Jiang Shaoqing could get her out of this predicament, she’d treat him like a lord—serving him wouldn’t be an issue. Pouring water? Who hadn’t poured water before?

Shen Ye watched Zhuo Lin laughingly cater to her son, bowing and scraping, and felt even more sympathetic. Her son truly didn’t know how to care for girls—if he angered his future wife and she ran off, what would they do?

This kid still hasn’t figured things out.

What should she do?

It seemed she’d have to dote on her daughter-in-law more in the future—otherwise, this silly boy would definitely scare her away.

Truly heartbreaking.

Zhuo Lin brought over the glass of water, but Jiang Shaoqing half-sat up without reaching to take it.

Seriously!

Fine! You’re the lord, I’ll tolerate it.

Jiang Shaoqing drank the entire glass in one gulp, leaning against her hand, then gave Zhuo Lin a sideways glance. "I’m hungry—I want porridge!" noveldrama

Zhuo Lin clenched her fists.

She cursed Jiang Shaoqing thoroughly in her heart. He really was putting on the airs of a lord.

Damn it.

Endure!

"Alright! I’ll go make porridge for you. But aren’t you supposed to speak with Auntie? Hurry up and say what you need to—I’ll go cook once you’re done!"

Shen Ye glared. Her son was being downright unreasonable, and she, as his mother, couldn’t stand it.

"I’ll make you porridge. Zhuo Lin looked after you all night—she should rest. You really don’t know how to care for women at all."

Zhuo Lin raised her chin.

See that? Even your mom agrees—you really don’t know how to care for women.

"What’s she tired from? Last night she slept like a dead pig. The one who couldn’t sleep because of her obnoxious snoring was me, wasn’t it?"

Jiang Shaoqing’s words blackened Zhuo Lin’s face.

Who snored? Who snored?

That damn Jiang Shaoqing—doesn’t he know snoring is something girls refuse to admit to?

When Shen Ye heard this, she laughed so hard her face lit up.

The young couple admitted to sleeping together, huh?

"Snoring isn’t a big deal. Your dad’s been snoring for years—I didn’t get used to it at first and always wanted to kick him awake in the middle of the night. But after all these years, whenever he’s on a business trip and I don’t hear his snoring, I can’t fall asleep without it. Eventually, you get used to it."

"Auntie, the two of us..." Zhuo Lin wanted to explain.

Shen Ye laughed, saying, "I understand—I know my son! He’s like a bandit, with a temper that could scare anyone to death. You’ve suffered being with him. Let me tell you, you can’t indulge him—if you do, he’ll get worse.

From now on, if he throws unreasonable tantrums, just ignore him and let him reflect on himself."

Jiang Shaoqing snorted coldly. "Mom, you’re still my mother, right? Have you already forgotten your son because you have a daughter-in-law now?"

Zhuo Lin was thunderstruck.

"What does ’forgotten your son because you have a daughter-in-law’ mean?"

"Who’s your daughter-in-law anyway?"

"Haha, yes, I’ve forgotten my son because I now have a daughter-in-law. So what? I’ll make porridge for you. Stop putting on a show—the wedding is all arranged. You two just wait to become the bride and groom."

Shen Ye got up and headed to the kitchen to make porridge.

Zhuo Lin glared daggers at Jiang Shaoqing.

Her gaze looked as if she wanted to devour him whole.

Jiang Shaoqing smiled awkwardly.

"Jiang Shaoqing, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

"I *am* doing it on purpose. Would marrying me be so bad for you?" Jiang Shaoqing closed his eyes.

If he didn’t, the expression on this woman’s face would remind him of the way the alpha wolves in the northern Hinggan Range looked.

"Jiang Shaoqing, you know perfectly well what’s going on between us. Who wants to marry you? Let me tell you—if you don’t make things clear, don’t blame me for blowing things up at the wedding. If there’s embarrassment, it won’t be on me—I’m not afraid of being embarrassed." Zhuo Lin threatened in a low voice.

"Zhuo Lin, why resist so much? Look at yourself—you’re 24, and I’m already 30. Both our parents are pressuring us to marry. If we don’t settle down soon, they won’t give us any peace. I don’t look too bad, do I? I think I look pretty good. Why don’t we just live together?

Of course, I’ll absolutely respect your personal privacy and all your decisions—you’ll be free to do whatever you want. Everything you couldn’t do before marriage, you can do now.

Being married is actually quite convenient—you should be happy! I’m offering you this freedom.

And who knows, if you find me appealing, we might be able to make it work. Our parents’ generation managed it, didn’t they? Arranged marriages—they still lived happy lives. If you’re dissatisfied with me, and you find someone better, I promise to let you leave and give you freedom. Isn’t that worth considering?"

Jiang Shaoqing understood very clearly what both he and Zhuo Lin needed.

His feelings for Bai Xiao would never amount to anything in this lifetime. Since he hadn’t found the one he truly desired, Zhuo Lin was perhaps the most comfortable option—someone who didn’t make him feel uneasy and with whom he felt at ease. If Zhuo Lin and he could coexist peacefully, why not get married?

Zhuo Lin gradually calmed down.

Jiang Shaoqing wasn’t wrong.

Her parents were already forcing her to marry. If Jiang Shaoqing could truly offer her freedom, it wouldn’t be a bad solution.

"Jiang Shaoqing, are you serious? You won’t go back on your word, right?"

Jiang Shaoqing snorted disapprovingly.

"Look at yourself—do you think I’d bother?"

Zhuo Lin was exasperated. With Jiang Shaoqing acting like this, it really didn’t seem like he had any ulterior motives toward her.

"Fine, I agree. But you also have to agree that this marriage is purely superficial. You can’t ask me to fulfill any wifely duties. You absolutely can’t force me into anything. And if I decide to leave, you have to agree without hesitation. I also want a signed divorce agreement in advance."

Jiang Shaoqing rolled his eyes. This so-called wife—how scared was she that he might latch onto her?

"Alright, I’ll give it all to you. Satisfied now?"

Zhuo Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright then! Go explain to Auntie."