Chapter 3: Binding the Space, But the Pregnancy is Actually Fake

Jiang Hanyan sensed something unusual in the little guy's eyes, and a segment of memory surfaced in her mind.

She was cursing Doudou viciously and had even pinched him several times. The little guy bit his lip, eyes brimming with tears, which only made her look more like a wicked stepmother.

Holy crap!

Jiang Hanyan shuddered, covering her face in shame. Even though she hadn't done it, she was currently Jiang Hanyan.

Just how much debt did this bastard original owner have?

"I'm sorry. Auntie Jiang promises she will never hit you again. If I hit you again, I'll be a puppy!"

Jiang Hanyan apologized sincerely, but Doudou's small face looked skeptical.

"Let's pinky swear! Pinky swear, hang ourselves, and never change for a hundred years!"

Jiang Hanyan used her ultimate move; children believed in this most. After the two solemnly pinky-swore, a hint of a smile appeared on Doudou's face, and the way he looked at her became one of adoration.

"Watch TV by yourself. I'm going to sleep for a bit. Don't run outside to play alone!"

Jiang Hanyan had a massive headache. Leaving Doudou to watch TV alone, she returned to her room to rest.

After lying on the bed and closing her eyes to rest for a while, Jiang Hanyan felt a bit better. She sat up and took off the plain peach pit bracelet on her wrist. This bracelet was said to be a Jiang family heirloom passed down through several generations, but the Jiang family clearly didn't believe it. How could a worthless string of peach pits be a family heirloom?

Before Grandma Jiang died, she gave the bracelet to her precious grandson, but Jiang Tianbao had despised it and tossed it aside. The original owner had picked it up and had been wearing it ever since.

Jiang Hanyan examined the bracelet closely. The book said that this bracelet was taken by the original owner's cousin, Jiang Siyuan, becoming the foundation for Jiang Siyuan's step-by-step rise to success, allowing her to successfully enter high society.

The bracelet was indeed old; the peach pits had developed a smooth patina, and the red string had turned black. Jiang Hanyan thought for a moment, got out of bed to find a pair of scissors, sterilized them with fire, pricked her finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto the peach pits.

After a moment, a flash appeared before her eyes. Jiang Hanyan saw a misty space. It wasn't large, maybe two or three cubic meters, and a quaint, ancient-style zither was floating there, possessing only five strings, along with two ancient books.

With just a thought, the zither and the two thin ancient books appeared on a table.

One was a musical score, and the other was a medical book.

Jiang Hanyan picked up the medical book and flipped through it. It mostly consisted of medical cases, some prescriptions, and acupuncture diagrams. Since she had studied male-specialty Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), reading these was not difficult. After flipping through a few pages, she became increasingly absorbed.

Before she knew it, she had finished reading. Feeling unsatisfied, Jiang Hanyan planned to buy a set of silver needles to try them out. TCM was indeed profound; many difficult male-related ailments had treatment plans in this book, and this was only the introductory level.

However, there was one thing Jiang Hanyan couldn't figure out. In the book, Jiang Siyuan became famous and successful by opening a beauty salon, not a male clinic. Clearly, she hadn't obtained the medical book. Perhaps the space thought she was beautiful and gave her extra rewards?

Jiang Hanyan turned to the musical score. She couldn't even understand a staff notation, so these ancient scores made her head spin even more. However, the zither was truly wonderful; even though she didn't understand it, she could feel its high quality.

But it only had five strings. She remembered that a guqin usually had seven.

"The Lingxu Five-Tone Score."

Jiang Hanyan flipped to the last page of the score and read a passage. After reading it, she found it unbelievable.

This musical score was actually for healing?

If what the score said was true, once she mastered it, let alone bringing the dead back to life, she could cure a hundred diseases.

Was it really that miraculous?

Jiang Hanyan tried plucking a string, producing a dull, low sound. It was so unpleasant that she couldn't even stand listening to it herself. Refusing to give up, she plucked it again, and it sounded even worse.

Doudou stood at the door, his big eyes full of confusion. Was Auntie Jiang plucking cotton?

"I'm just practicing the zither, it's nothing!"

Jiang Hanyan gave a few awkward laughs, her face heating up. For a tone-deaf musical illiterate like her, learning the guqin was harder than climbing to heaven.

But she had to learn it. Anything from the space was guaranteed to be top-tier. Once she learned it, she would be a divine physician, and gaining both fame and fortune would definitely not be a dream.

*Gurgle.*

Doudou pressed his stomach, his face turning red. He had been hungry for a long time, but since Auntie Jiang hadn't come out, he had been enduring it.

"Hungry? Auntie Jiang will go cook."

Jiang Hanyan smiled and turned to put the musical score and the medical book into the space so Doudou wouldn't see.

When she went outside, she realized it was already dark. No wonder the little guy was hungry. Jiang Hanyan went to the kitchen; there were rice, oil, vegetables, seasonings, and even meat. Too lazy to cook a full meal, she chopped some meat into mince and washed some small green vegetables.

She poured oil into the pan, fried two poached eggs, then sautéed the minced meat until cooked and set it aside. She added water, brought it to a boil, and added noodles and green vegetables. Once cooked, she scooped them out and placed lard, soy sauce, and vinegar in a bowl, topped it with the minced meat and fried eggs, poured over the meat broth, and sprinkled some chopped green onions. It was a complete dish in color, aroma, and taste.

"Time to eat noodles!"

Jiang Hanyan brought out two bowls of noodles, one for each.

Doudou looked at the fragrant noodles in front of him in surprise, then glanced at Jiang Hanyan. A suspicion formed in his heart: when Uncle Lu came back, he was going to tell him that Auntie Jiang had been possessed by a fairy.

"Is it good? Eat slowly!"

Watching the little guy wolfing down the food, Jiang Hanyan couldn't help but smile. Her gaze unconsciously softened, and she even shared half of the egg from her own bowl with Doudou.

Doudou not only finished the noodles but even drank all the broth. He let out a satisfied burp. Jiang Hanyan washed the dishes and boiled some hot water. After the big one and the little one washed up, they went to bed.

The Lu family had two rooms in total. The large one was for her and Lu Chen, and the small one was for Doudou. However, Lu Chen ran out of the house every other day, so he didn't spend much time at home.

Lying in bed, Jiang Hanyan tried hard to recall the plot from the book. She had skimmed through it, so she couldn't remember many details.

However, she remembered that the original owner was about to have a miscarriage, and then Doudou would be sold.

But there seemed to be something very important that she just couldn't remember.

Jiang Hanyan couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen. Although she didn't like becoming a mother unexpectedly, she wouldn't joke around with this body. A miscarriage was too damaging to the health, but giving birth wouldn't be good either; she had no feelings for Lu Chen and couldn't provide a normal home for a child.

She had decided: once Lu Chen returned, she would make things clear with him. She had to leave the Lu family. Of course, she couldn't return to the Jiang family either, but she currently had no money and nowhere to stay.

*Sigh!*

Jiang Hanyan sighed. Her lower abdomen felt a bit bloated. She got up to go to the bathroom, but after taking off her pants, she was shocked out of her wits.

A shallow cotton pad was tied around her lower abdomen, tied very tightly. Under her clothes, there was only a slight bulge, making her look somewhat like a pregnant woman.

Fuck!

Jiang Hanyan cursed again. She had cursed more today than in her entire twenty-eight years of her previous life combined. She finally remembered that important matter: this stupid original owner had actually faked a pregnancy to trick someone into marriage. No wonder she had a miscarriage shortly after.

She ripped off the cotton pad. After using the bathroom, Jiang Hanyan felt a sense of relief. The pregnancy was fake; she didn't have to agonize over whether to give birth or miscarry.

But the divorce was a must!

Jiang Hanyan quickly thought of a win-win solution. When Lu Chen returned, she would tell him the baby was scared away by a dog and tell him to go settle accounts with the Jiang family. She called this a "white lie." Later, once she had mastered her skills as a divine physician, she would save Lu Chen's life—in the book, this guy died young.

(End of Chapter)