The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage

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The shutters were tightly shut, and the dusty curtains were drawn. Not a single ray of sunlight could enter the narrow room.nYe Linlang looked at the incandescent lamp above her head in a daze. She actually had the illusion of being in the middle of the night.nJust as ye Linlang was lost in her thoughts, Jiang Qiran lowered his head and used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to pick out the grains of sand on ye Linlang’s head bit by bit.nYe Linlang sucked in a breath of cold air, her tears flowing out of her eyes.n“Does it hurt like this?”nJiang Qiran asked in a low voice, his voice gentle as if he was coaxing a child who was much younger than him.nYe Linlang finally managed to stop the tears in her eyes. Her eyes were red, and her voice was a little intermittent.n“You... you try to be gentler.”nYe Linlang sobbed slightly.nShe lowered her head to look at the bloody wound on her knee. She could not describe what she felt in her heart.nLogically speaking, she was a child who grew up in the mountains. She had been used to acting atrociously since she was young, so she should not have taken this kind of small injury seriously.nHowever, Ye Linlang was so afraid of pain. In the past, when she was running on the mountains, she fell into the mountain pit. When she was found, she also had a big wound on her knee.nAt that time, Ye Linlang cried for half a night. When she saw some bloody things coming out of her knee, she wondered if her knee would never recover.nThe song family’s granny comforted her. Many years after the incident, she still remembered the incident deeply and teased her for being silly.nAt that time, she would hide in the song family’s Granny’s arms and act coquettishly, saying a lot of irrelevant things.nIn order to take care of her, the grandmother would occasionally save up some money. When the craftsman from the neighboring village who made brown rice candy came over, he would bring some brown rice and money to buy some.nOf course, it was only a little. After all, when they were in the small desolate village, even eating meat was very difficult. How could they have too much money to buy candy?n..nAlthough ye Linlang’s finances were still tight at the moment, and the Ye family wasn’t willing to give ye Linlang as much pocket money as ye Siyao did, there wouldn’t be a life as poor as the small desolate village.nWhen Ye Linlang was very young, she thought that if she could read well and earn a lot of money, she would definitely buy a lot of new clothes for the song family’s Grandma and take her to eat a lot of food.nIt would be best if she could eat meat every meal.nAt that time, the naive ye Linlang thought that eating meat every meal was a very rich life.nNow, in the Ye family, even though she was ostracized as an outsider, the Ye family still wouldn’t allow ye Linlang to eat vegetarian every meal.nSo, the life of a rich family was like this.nEating meat every meal was definitely not the standard of wealth. Perhaps to them, gambling money, running horses, running around the world, and being able to easily buy many beautiful but useless luxury goods was the lowest standard of life, right?n..nYe Linlang’s thoughts suddenly ran far away. Her eyes were absent-minded. Thinking of the lonely old man sleeping alone in the small desolate village, her heart really felt sour.nThat uncomfortable feeling even overcame the waves of piercing pain on her knees.nIn this world, the first person to show kindness to her, and at the same time, the person who had given the most to her, had left just like that.nShe did not even have the chance to repay the song family’s granny for every bit of affection she had for her upbringing.nThe tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The child wants to be raised, but the family does not stay.nThe song family’s Granny and Ye Linlang weren’t blood relatives, but in ye Linlang’s heart, that old man was an even more moving existence than family.nThe granny wasn’t here anymore..nIn this small health care room, facing the gaping wound on her knee, ye Linlang finally understood this point so clearly.nThe tears that she had managed to hold back with great difficulty fell involuntarily at this moment.nIt was not a physical pain, but a heartache.n..nWhen Jiang Qiran saw ye Linlang’s tearful face, his handsome brows immediately furrowed.n“Is it really that painful?”nAs Jiang Qiran spoke, he applied the medicine on his hands even more gently, as if he was afraid that ye Linlang would cry again.nHe did not understand why girls were so afraid of pain.nIn Jiang Qiran’s memories, he was the type who rarely cried.nEven when he was training with the army in the third grade of primary school, Jiang Qiran was stung by a bee. Although his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and never cried.nThe battalion commander was amazed. He said that Jiang Qiran had such strong resilience and endurance at such a young age. Perhaps he was born to be a soldier.nThe only two times he cried were probably because of his parents. The first time was because he wanted to live separately from Su Wan, and the second time was because he was afraid that Jiang Xuecheng did not like him.nAlthough he said that he hated Jiang Xuecheng’s arrogant father, he was still a boy after all. Deep down, he always had the feeling of worshipping the strong.nAfter returning from the military training, Jiang Qiran had become darker and thinner. Su Wan’s heart ached terribly. What Jiang Qiran did not expect was that Jiang Xuecheng would actually teach him how to shoot after that!nJiang Xuecheng practically taught him step by step, correcting his minor mistakes bit by bit. He even demonstrated how to disassemble and assemble a gun with his eyes closed.nIn Jiang Qiran’s memories, he had never been so close to his father.nSeeing his father’s shooting skills with 100% accuracy and his accurate assembly skills when he was blindfolded, Jiang Qiran was still young at that time. His eyes were wide open and he was almost amazed.nChildren were always sharp-witted.nJiang Qiran suddenly realized that his arrogant father probably didn’t hate him that much. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taught him everything he knew.n..nYe Linlang’s eyes were red, and she looked like a little rabbit who had been bullied by someone. She looked a little pitiful.n“It’s not the pain... I just thought of the granny who raised me. When I was in the small desolate village, I would sometimes fall down on the road. The granny would always find herbs to apply it on me and blow my wound like she was coaxing a child.”nJiang Qiran’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. He quietly listened to ye Linlang’s words, and that image suddenly appeared in his mind.nA white-haired old Granny was hugging a petite and Petite ye Linlang.nPerhaps the little girl was crying loudly, and the old granny was very patient in coaxing her..nThat image lingered in Jiang Qiran’s mind for a long time.nHe raised his eyes to look at Ye Linlang. Suddenly, his heart felt as if it had been hit by something, and it became very warm.nJiang Qiran lowered his head and suddenly exhaled slowly toward the wound that he had just cleaned and disinfected for ye Linlang.n“Is that so?”nThe youth gently pressed on Ye Linlang’s leg, his face buried between ye Linlang’s legs, and carefully blew on Ye Linlang.nSeeing that Jiang Qiran was about to blow on the wound on her thigh, ye Linlang’s face instantly turned red!nThe important thing was, she wasn’t wearing any pants now!nThe fine hair on Ye Linlang’s leg trembled, and she hurriedly reached out to push Jiang Qiran away.n“No need, enough!”nIf someone were to barge in now, they might have a misconception!",