After the disabled god of war became my concubine

Chapter 15.1

After the servants cleaned up the bedroom and waited for Jiang Suizhou to wash up and change into his sleeping attire, they were all driven out by Jiang Suizhou.

"No need to wait here." Jiang Suizhou lounged on the couch, holding a book in one hand, and coldly instructed, "I will read a book and rest on my own later."

Hearing his orders, Meng Qianshan looked at the cold and arrogant Jiang Suizhou. He then glanced at the inner room.

Madam Huo was washing and cleaning up alone there.

Meng Qianshan replied with a meaningful glance and led everyone to retreat.

No servant was left in the room, and before leaving, Meng Qianshan also thoughtfully closed the door for Jiang Suizhou.

Everyone withdrew, and in a blink, the large room was dead silent, with only the sound of splashing water in the inner room.

There was no one else.

Jiang Suizhou let out a sigh of relief. He relaxingly put the book down, and slumped onto the couch.

It was too sad. Jiang Suizhou thought he would only use the couch for one night, but he did not expect that he would not have the opportunity to sleep on a bed again after transmigrating.

He inwardly formulated a plan.

He must improve Huo Wujiu's impression of him and earn his trust as soon as possible, and then find an opportunity to quickly expel him from his room.

But until then...he couldn't escape the fate of sleeping on the couch.

After calming down on the couch for a while, Jiang Suizhou resignedly picked up the book and sat up straight again.

He held the book in one hand, but could not register the contents. After reading two lines, he involuntarily lowered his head and patted the couch beneath him.

Hmm...Fortunately, the couch in my room feels quite comfortable.

With that in mind, he propped himself up on the couch again with one hand and looked behind him.

It was quite wide and around a meter and a half. He was sure he could use it for naps during the day. There were several pillows that looked pretty solid against the backrest, so he didn't know whether they were soft or not.

Jiang Suizhou leaned forward, grabbed one in his hand, and squeezed it a few times.

Eh, quite soft.

Jiang Suizhou grew up with no worries about food and clothing, and never thought he would one day be happy to have a couch to sleep on with comfortable pillows for him to use.

...In fact, I wasn't able to sleep soundly on the first two days, so sitting on this couch is somewhat of a stress reliever.

The corners of Jiang Suizhou's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile at the soft touch in his hand, then he squeezed the pillow some more.

Suddenly, a creak sounded.

Jiang Suizhou was caught off guard. He was startled and turned his head on instinct.

He realized that Huo Wujiu emerged from the inner room at some point, and was sitting at the door of the inner room. His pair of pitch-black eyes locked quietly on Jiang Suizhou.

The creak came from his wheelchair.

Jiang Suizhou tossed the pillow away.

...I was too relaxed just now and forgot for a moment that there was another person in the room!

Jiang Suizhou was suddenly at a loss for words. He grabbed his book in one hand and hurriedly sat up straight. But behind him, the original neatly stacked pillows had been tossed around, and a quick glance revealed what he had just done.

Jiang Suizhou was so embarrassed that his scalp began to tingle.

But fortunately, Huo Wujiu was still indifferent to him.

Huo Wujiu's eyes didn't linger on Jiang Suizhou for long. Huo Wujiu didn't care about what he did in the slightest. He only swept a faint glance over him, then turned his eyes away and steered his wheelchair out.

Jiang Suizhou suddenly felt grateful for his perpetual indifference.

Jiang Suizhou cleared his throat and propped one hand on his forehead, posing as if nothing had happened while blocking the expression in his eyes.

His eyes were dead set on his book, and he spoke coldly, "Go to bed."

After saying that, he never looked up again.

Although he put on the appearance of concentrating on his book, Jiang Suizhou's ears were a hundred percent on alert, tuning in to Huo Wujiu's movements.

He heard Huo Wujiu swing his wheelchair to the side of the bed and listened to him slowly crawl into bed. Then, Huo Wujiu laid down quietly and did not make another sound.

Jiang Suizhou heaved a sigh of relief.

He thought inwardly: As long as Huo Wujiu doesn't mention it, what do I have to be embarrassed about? I'm not embarrassed.

But this brainwashing was futile. Afterward, for most of the hour, he could not register a single word of the book in his hand and kept replaying what just happened.

Huo Wujiu probably didn't see the way he squeezed his pillow like a fool, right? The sound Jiang Suizhou heard just now was the rattling of the wheelchair, which meant that Huo Wujiu just came out at that time and did not necessarily see what he was doing...

Jiang Suizhou's was having a war deep inside, wishing his stare could dig a hole in his book. He was oblivious to the light glance that Huo Wujiu, who was lying on the bed, gave him.

When Jiang Suizhou lowered his head and covered his face in mortification, all this fell into Huo Wujiu's eyes.

A rabbit in a fox's skin accidentally revealed his short little tail.

The corner of Huo Wujiu's lips twitched.