Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Jiang Jinhuang pursed her lips and helped the little one lie down. “Yangyang, sleep well. Sister’s going out for a bit but will be back soon to stay with you.”

“Okay.” After taking the medicine, drowsiness overcame the little one, and she soon closed her eyes again.

Seeing her sister asleep, Jiang Jinhuang put on her shoes, got off the bed, and looked at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing was also looking at her. With her hair freshly washed, Jiang Jinhuang looked much better than she had that morning. But Ye Qing was confused—why was Jiang Jinhuang getting off the bed? She was planning to sleep in the other room.

Before she could speak, Jiang Jinhuang spoke first, her eyes slightly red, teeth gritted. “Let’s go next door. It’s not convenient with Yangyang here.”

Ye Qing was baffled but didn’t dare go against Jiang Jinhuang, the heroine, especially after losing 10 favorability points today.

“Alright.” She’d go along with Jiang Jinhuang for now and see what she wanted.

They walked to the next room, one after the other. The fire there was still burning but low, so Ye Qing added a few more sticks of firewood.

When she turned to Jiang Jinhuang, she saw her staring back, face pale.

Unable to hold back, Ye Qing asked, “Do you have something to tell me?”

Seeing Ye Qing not making a move, Jiang Jinhuang was slightly puzzled, but her face soon hardened. Was this person deliberately humiliating her? Did she, a Kunze, have to take the initiative in such matters, especially when she despised Ye Qing so much?

Glaring at Ye Qing, she forced back tears. After a long pause, she gritted her teeth. “If you want it, come take it yourself. I promised you, and you did save Yangyang, so I owe you. But don’t expect me to do those things willingly.”

Ye Qing’s head spun, but she was sure Jiang Jinhuang had misunderstood something.

“I don’t want anything. It’s late. If you have nothing else, go back to Yangyang and rest. I want to rest too,” Ye Qing said bluntly, tired of beating around the bush.

Jiang Jinhuang hesitated, stepping back, and looked at Ye Qing warily. “Is that true?”

Ye Qing nodded. “Yes, it’s late. See you tomorrow.”

Without waiting for Jiang Jinhuang, Ye Qing went to the bed, using one of the new quilts as a mattress and another to cover herself.

Seeing Ye Qing seemingly uninterested in touching her, Jiang Jinhuang relaxed slightly but remained wary. Ye Qing was good at pretending. With such an opportunity, she wouldn’t let her go. Was this jerk planning to humiliate her in front of her sister?

Knowing Ye Qing’s character, Jiang Jinhuang thought it possible. Tears welled up and spilled over.

Crying and glaring at Ye Qing, she said, near breaking, “Ye Qing, I already agreed. What more do you want? Isn’t doing it here enough? Do you have to drive me to death?”

Ye Qing, arranging the bed, turned to see Jiang Jinhuang crying and glaring. She quickly explained, “I’m not forcing you, and we don’t need to do anything. I meant what I said—go rest with Yangyang.”

Jiang Jinhuang still looked at Ye Qing warily. Seeing her stay by the bed, she stepped back further, her eyes red. After a long pause, she forced out, “If you’re letting me go, don’t you dare step into our room tonight, or I won’t hold back.”

If Ye Qing dared humiliate her in front of her sister, she’d rather die together.

Ye Qing looked at Jiang Jinhuang, seeing the distrust and caution in her eyes. Thinking of her -160 favorability, Ye Qing felt her task was daunting. At this rate, she’d be doomed in two years.

But she wasn’t one to give up. Sighing, she tried to reassure her. “Go rest. I won’t come over. Keep an eye on Yangyang tonight—fevers can return. If she gets worse, call me, and I’ll make more medicine.”

Jiang Jinhuang kept staring at Ye Qing. She’d seen this fake kindness before and wouldn’t trust her again.

Without another word, she turned and left, her body trembling with tension.

Back in her room, Jiang Jinhuang quickly closed the door, blocking it with two chairs so she’d know if Ye Qing tried to sneak in at night.

She had agreed to trade her body to save her sister, and she could accept that elsewhere, but not in front of Yangyang. If it came to that, she’d rather die.

After securing the door, Jiang Jinhuang got into bed, covering herself. She touched Jiang Jinyang’s forehead—normal temperature—and lay down.

But she didn’t dare sleep, fearing her sister’s fever might return or Ye Qing might barge in.

Her right hand gripped the dagger tightly as she stared at the door.

She didn’t know how long she watched until exhaustion closed her eyes, the dagger still in her hand.

Ye Qing wasn’t faring much better. The drafty room was cold, so she added more firewood, then slept wrapped in thick quilts without undressing.

The next morning, Ye Qing woke up freezing. The fire had gone out, and she shivered. Luckily, her apocalypse-honed body was strong, or she’d have caught a cold.

Getting up, she stretched and went to the kitchen to heat water. She filled a washbasin with cold water from the tank, adding some hot water.

After washing her face and rinsing her mouth with coarse salt, she started cooking.

With only half a bowl of rice left, they’d have to rely on potatoes and cabbage after. With no choice, Ye Qing planned to eat, then search for food.

She washed the rice, added it to the pot with half a bowl of corn kernels and water, and let it simmer. Another pot had half a pot of water. Thinking of Jiang Jinyang’s fever and sweating, Ye Qing decided Jiang Jinhuang should help her wash.

She left the kitchen and headed to their room.

Thinking it best to knock first—lest Jiang Jinhuang’s favorability drop further—she rapped on the door. “Jinhuang, you awake?”

Jiang Jinhuang, woken by the noise, dropped her dagger. Hearing Ye Qing’s voice, she jolted awake, terrified.

Sitting up, she realized it was morning.

She put on her shoes and went to the door, gripping the dagger. Was Ye Qing shameless enough to try humiliating her in daylight?

Cautiously, she asked, “What do you want?”

Hearing her, Ye Qing quickly said, “Nothing. I heated water, thinking Yangyang sweated a lot yesterday. I’ll bring it over for you to clean her. Breakfast is cooking—it’ll take a bit.”

Jiang Jinhuang couldn’t see Ye Qing’s expression to judge her sincerity, but keeping her out wasn’t an option, or they might not get food today.

After a pause, she said, “Okay, I’ll check on Yangyang.”

After speaking, Ye Qing went to the kitchen, poured hot water into the basin, and added cold water.

Carrying it to their room, she pushed the door, found it blocked, and called, “Open the door. I brought the hot water.”

“Okay.” Jiang Jinhuang moved the chairs, opened the door, and saw Ye Qing standing outside.