Transmigrated into the Villain's Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife (Transmigrated into a Book) - Chapter 28

Lin Chu’s mind went completely blank!

She stared wide-eyed at the handsome face so close to hers, completely forgetting how to react.

Yan Mingge didn’t seem to know what he was doing either. He only felt that the thing his lips touched was soft, and his restless canine tooth acted on impulse—biting down.

“Ahhh!” Lin Chu let out a pained yelp and instinctively clawed at him. Three fresh scratch marks instantly appeared on his face.

Yan Mingge hissed in pain and quickly stepped back. He touched his face, saw the bl00d on his fingers, yet instead of getting angry, he chuckled. 

“Are you a cat or something?”

Lin Chu covered her aching lips, glaring at him like she wanted to burn a hole through him. The wicked man had already scraped his right cheek against the broken wall earlier, and now his left cheek had three fresh scratches, making his wounds look rather… symmetrical.

Though her lips weren’t bleeding, the sharp bite from his canine tooth had been painfully sharp and sudden.

“Master, the food is ready,” Jing He’s voice came from outside.

Yan Mingge, as if nothing had happened, casually reached out his hand to her. 

“Come on, let’s eat.”

Jing He was right outside, so Lin Chu had no choice but to hold back her temper. She shot Yan Mingge a furious glare and huffed, 

“I’ve already eaten. I’m not hungry.”

Of course, Yan Mingge could tell she was angry, but for some reason, he found her flustered, ruffled-up look quite adorable. Pushing his luck, he teased, 

“I’m hungry. Keep me company.”

Why was this bastard so infuriating?

Her first kiss—no, her first kiss across two lifetimes—was gone just like that! And the culprit was this very man!

And he even dared to bite her?! Lin Chu seriously considered sneaking into his room at night with pliers and pulling out that canine tooth!

She gritted her teeth for a long moment before suddenly putting on a sweet but obviously fake smile. 

“Husband had a long day. Go ahead and eat first. I’ll join you later.”

Her sudden change in attitude made Yan Mingge raise an eyebrow in surprise. Perhaps curious about what she was up to, he gave her a thoughtful glance before stepping out of the room.

The moment he crossed the doorway, Lin Chu slammed the door shut and bolted it.

Yan Mingge turned back just in time to see this and couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

From inside the room, her huffy voice called out, “The child has caught a cold, and I need to take care of him. I don’t want to pass it to you, so you should sleep somewhere else tonight.”

Look at her, this little schemer—even her excuse was well-prepared!

Jing He, who had just finished setting the table, happened to walk over and caught the scene. Her eyes widened in shock.

The master—this terrifying killer—was actually laughing?

How scary! How terrifying!

The moment Yan Mingge heard Jing He’s footsteps, his smile vanished completely.

Jing He quickly lowered her head. “Master, should I prepare the table in the main hall?”

Though Yan Mingge kept a straight face, it was still obvious he was in a good mood. 

“Set the food out here in the courtyard.”

The winter night wind howled through the air, making the lantern hanging from the pomegranate tree sway violently. Jing He couldn’t understand why Yan Mingge wanted to eat in such a freezing cold courtyard.

But since it was an order, she could only obey.

Before long, she had set up a table and chairs under the eaves.

Yan Mingge took a sip of warm wine, picked up a piece of lamb with his chopsticks, and loudly declared, 

“Good wine, good meat!”

The aroma of the meal drifted into the house with the night breeze.

Lin Chu, who had only eaten two meat buns for dinner: 

“…”

Damn him!

She had thought she would be staying at an inn tonight and had already washed up earlier. Now, she simply kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed.

Reaching out, she checked little Han Junye’s forehead and was relieved to find that his fever hadn’t returned.

Back at the inn, she had bought some goat milk from the innkeeper and fed it to him. Now that his fever had subsided, he was sleeping soundly without any sign of waking up.

Lin Chu tucked him in snugly, then pulled another blanket over herself and buried her head under it.

Who cares how good the food smells? Once she’s asleep, she won’t know anything!

She had been exhausted for the whole day, and the moment she relaxed, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

Normally, Yan Mingge wasn’t one to talk while eating, yet tonight, he had eaten his entire meal while talking to himself. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a single response from inside the room. Jing He had already retreated to the kitchen, so the large courtyard was left with only a round, fluffy Little Gray sitting beside a chair. Little Gray was staring at Yan Mingge with its big, hopeful eyes.

At first, Yan Mingge ignored it. But after a while, whether it was because the dog’s gaze was too pitiful or because eating alone was just too boring, he started tossing pieces of meat to Little Gray.

After a few drinks, there was no trace of drunkenness on Yan Mingge’s face—only a deeper, more thoughtful look in his eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking about when he suddenly chuckled. 

“How can she be so easy to tease?”

Little Gray glanced at Yan Mingge before lowering its head to gnaw on its bone.

It would gladly accept meat, but if he wanted it to badmouth the mistress? No way!

It wasn’t until midnight that Yan Mingge finally finished his meal. Jing He went to clean up the kitchen, while Yan Mingge turned his gaze to the tightly shut bedroom door, his expression darkening.

He drew the dagger from his waist and, without a sound, lifted the latch.

His steps were light as he entered the room. Afraid the cold wind would seep in, he quietly closed the door behind him.

By the dim candlelight, he could see two figures on the bed, one big and one small, both breathing evenly in deep sleep.

Yan Mingge sat on the edge of the bed. His rough, wind-chapped fingers gently brushed a stray strand of Lin Chu’s hair behind her ear.

His eyes lingered on his little wife’s soft, pink lips.

He suddenly licked his canine tooth.

Tsk, he still wanted to bite her. What now?

——

It was a peaceful night.

Due to her body’s natural clock, Lin Chu woke up early the next morning.

She blinked at the unfamiliar bed canopy for a moment before remembering—oh, they had arrived in Yao City.

Sitting up, she checked Han Junye’s blanket and found that he hadn’t kicked it off during the night. Feeling his forehead again, she confirmed that his fever had completely gone down. The little one’s breathing was steady, and he was sound asleep.

Only then did Lin Chu fully relax.

But… why did her lips feel sore?

Yesterday, that damn scoundrel had only bitten her lower lip, but today, both lips felt slightly sore.

There was a dressing mirror in the room. Lin Chu got up and took the bronze mirror from the dressing table to check her reflection. However, since it was still early, the room was dimly lit, and the bronze mirror’s reflection wasn’t very clear. All she could see was a blurry image of herself. She couldn’t tell what was wrong with her lips.

Thinking it was just due to the cold weather causing dryness and chapping, Lin Chu didn’t dwell on it.

After freshening up, she intended to head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, only to find that Jing He had already finished all the preparations.

Perhaps due to Yan Mingge’s instructions, Jing He’s attitude toward her was especially respectful. When she saw Lin Chu enter the kitchen, she immediately put down her work and stepped forward. 

“Madam, why are you up so early?”

“I went to bed early last night, so I woke up early today.”

Lin Chu carefully observed Jing He. Though her frame was sturdy like a man’s and her skin was dark, her features had a heroic air rarely seen in women. This character hadn’t been mentioned in the original novel, but someone like this surely wouldn’t be found in a remote border town.

Lin Chu guessed that Jing He was likely a former warrior maid raised by the Yan family who had somehow survived past turmoil and later ended up under Yan Mingge’s command.

Upon hearing Lin Chu’s response, Jing He said, “I’ll fetch water for you to wash up. Then you can have breakfast.”

Lin Chu hesitated. “Is my husband… not home today?”

Jing He replied, “Master left early to train soldiers at the military camp. He probably won’t return until noon.”

Does the military camp really require them to start this early?

Lin Chu recalled how, back in Qiang City, Yan Mingge had been bedridden most of the time due to his injuries. She had never seen him go to the camp, so she had no idea what time the morning drills started.

Since little Junye had been sick, Lin Chu let him sleep a little longer and simply had a quick bowl of porridge by herself.

She originally wanted to invite Jing He to eat with her, but Jing He refused no matter what.

After the meal, Jing He naturally wouldn’t let Lin Chu clean up, leaving Lin Chu with nothing to do, which made her feel a little uneasy.

She decided to wander back to her room, and when she passed by the east wing, she casually pushed open the door for a look. On the bed lay a thin velvet blanket—her gut told her that Yan Mingge had slept here last night.

For some reason, Lin Chu felt a sense of satisfaction. Her mood brightened for the entire morning.

With nothing else to do, she gathered some paper and ink and began sketching a pulley system model.

In the original story, this battle lasted more than two years. Lin Chu figured that if she could make a pulley, it would definitely be useful.

Back in university, her engineering graphics professor was an old-school traditionalist known for being extremely strict. To avoid failing her finals, she had studied with the same determination she had back in high school. Because of that, she still had a solid grasp of mechanical drafting.

However, while she could draw out the model, whether this era had blacksmiths capable of forging it was another matter entirely.

More than an hour passed as she completed the blueprint. Remembering that little Junye needed to eat, she went to wake him.

But when she returned to the room, the bed was empty.

Had the child wandered off on his own?

Just as she was about to call Jing He to ask if she had seen him—

A small shadow suddenly dashed out from the corner and latched onto her leg.

Lin Chu was startled, but upon seeing that it was little Han Junye, she sighed in relief.

Still, his sudden clinginess felt a little odd. She reached down and patted his head. 

“You’re awake?”

The little bun tilted his delicate, chubby face up at her, his big black eyes brimming with tears. In a soft, muffled voice, he said, “Mom, I’m so hungry…”

Lin Chu: “!!!”

Holy crap! Did the future male lead’s fever fry his brain?

Seeing that Lin Chu wasn’t responding, Han Junye immediately felt like the world’s most pitiful little bun. He tugged at the hem of her skirt, pouting.

 “Mom, hungry…”

Being the future male lead’s mother was not a role Lin Chu dared to take lightly. She lifted the little bun and sat him on the bed. 

“You’re hungry? Wait a moment. There’s warm goat’s milk in the kitchen—I’ll go get it for you.”

As Lin Chu’s figure disappeared through the doorway, little Junye’s clear, innocent eyes darkened with an unfathomable depth.

Hah!

He had actually been reborn into his five-year-old self!

In this life, he had no family, and if he didn’t want to suffer the same hardships he had in his past life—starving among the refugees—he would have to win Lin Chu over first.

Wait…

That eternal bachelor, Yan Mingge, actually had a wife?!