Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: The Posture of a Three-Hall Tribunal

After bandaging the wound, Chiang Xiao took two steps back and met Meng Xinian’s gaze.

”Little, are you really only thirteen years old?” he asked, looking at her, his voice deep.

In the face of the wound, she was not only calm, but her bandaging technique was also quite skilled; she didn’t seem at all like a little village girl who couldn’t do anything from a mountain village.

Especially her eyes at that moment, they were too calm and clear, as if she had everything except childishness and innocence.

Chiang Xiao was somewhat helpless too.

After a lifetime of hardship, facing a tragic end, she couldn’t act as innocent as a child now. She hadn’t done much to disguise herself, so it was normal for Meng Xinian to be suspicious.

But no matter how much he doubted, she was still Chiang Xiao.

So Chiang Xiao wasn’t afraid of him sensing that something was off about her.

”How old do I look to you?” She couldn’t help but reveal a smile.

Meng Xinian shook his head.

He didn’t know.

She clearly looked thirteen years old.

”Little, go rest, you’ve been tired all day,” he didn’t get caught up with that question any further.

Chiang Xiao had wanted to ask him why he had agreed to the arranged marriage, why he hadn’t refused, and if he didn’t object, what were the reasons for not seeking her out all these years.

But it indeed wasn’t the right time.

Even if no one saw, she couldn’t spend a long time alone with him in a room.

So she nodded, opened the door and walked out, then closed the door behind him.

Meng Xinian actually slept quite well that night, but Chiang Xiao had trouble falling asleep for a long time. That day had been full of events—the conflict at the hospital, returning to build the wall, the truth about the arranged marriage brought by Meng Xinian, and the expansion of her Space...

Her mind hadn’t had a moment’s rest.

She had intended to enter the Space, but with Meng Xinian there—that man was surely extremely sensitive—she dared not risk letting him discover anything, so she had to try hard to fall asleep honestly.

As a result, she overslept the next day.

After getting up, Ge Dejun and Xu Linjiang had already been there for a while.

They had intended to go to the mountains, but only after arriving did they realize that Meng Xinian was here!

The two of them pulled Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao aside in the room and questioned them for a while; the four had a serious discussion for quite some time before coming out to call over Meng Xinian, who had just finished a set of boxing in the yard.

After calling him over, Chiang Songhai felt it wasn’t quite right and withdrew his hand, somewhat embarrassed, ”Captain Meng, we have something we want to talk to you about.”

”Grandpa, if you don’t call me Little Meng, just call me Xinian. Calling me Captain Meng is too distant.”

Last night, Meng Xinian had slept extremely well; the small blanket he used carried a faint scent that was very gentle, just like the fragrance on Chiang Xiao.

This aroma made him feel peaceful and he had slept without dreams.

After waking up, he was surprised to find that his wound didn’t hurt at all. His wound had been quite painful for the past two days. Firstly, he had been on a stuffy train ride without changing the dressing, and secondly, he rode a bike for nearly an hour yesterday—the road from the town to Siyang Village was easy to travel, and then he got the wound wet while bathing last night.

He had thought the wound would worsen when he woke up today, but to his surprise, it wasn’t painful, so he couldn’t stay still and practiced a set of boxing.

Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao exchanged glances, then bit their teeth.

”All right, we’ll call you Xinian. Xinian, come and sit.” They had planned to invite him to sit in the main room, but after glancing at Chiang Xiao’s door curtain, they decided to have him enter the room instead.

Xu Linjiang sat on the threshold, giving the two chairs inside the room to Ge Dejun and Meng Xinian, while Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao sat on the bed.

Seeing the scene almost like a three-judge panel, Meng Xinian’s handsome face also tightened slightly.

They couldn’t have regretted it, could they?