They've all separated, so what does it matter to me if they get poorer and poorer?

Chapter 383 Is she really the person you're looking for?

Seeing that Ji Yingxuan was about to explode with anger, Xu Zhichun felt helpless, heartbroken, and speechless.

It's unknown how Ji Yingxuan will react after learning the truth.

Xu Zhichun: "Let's go, it's time for lunch."

Liang Minglang: "Okay!"

Ji Yingxuan glanced between the two men without making a sound. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the relationship between them had become closer than when he first met them.

No, it must be an illusion.

He's overthinking things because he's concerned.

Liang Minglang: "Young Master Ji, please."

Ji Yingxuan glanced at him, then followed the two without saying a word.

Lunch was laid out, and the three of them sat down.

Xu Zhichun smiled at Ji Yingxuan: "These are all ingredients produced on the estate itself, local products, which are fresh. Young Master Ji, please don't find them lacking."

Ji Yingxuan felt secretly sad. She used to call him "Yingxuan" or "Ji Lang," but she never called him "Young Master Ji," and her tone was still so distant.

If it weren't for this face, if it weren't for this unmistakable voice that haunted his dreams, he would almost have doubted that he had mistaken the person for someone else.

"Knowing Spring—"

"It's Madam Xu."

Ji Yingxuan gritted his teeth: "Madam Xu is Madam Xu. She will remember everything sooner or later! Madam Xu, just treat me as a friend. There's no need to be so polite."

Xu Zhichun could only force a smile and nod: "Ah, okay."

Fortunately, Minglang already knew everything, so at least she had an ally. Otherwise, she would be even more overwhelmed and exhausted right now.

Fresh spring bamboo shoots are shredded and stir-fried with lightly marinated shredded meat over high heat. Seasoning sauce is added, and the dish is served piping hot and incredibly delicious.

Xu Zhichun loves the fresh taste of spring, and spring bamboo shoots are served at home quite frequently during the spring.

Seeing her pick up a bamboo shoot with her chopsticks, Ji Yingxuan froze again, prompting Liang Minglang to look at him with questioning eyes: What's wrong with you now?
Ji Yingxuan ignored him and ate as if nothing had happened, but his heart was far from calm.

Zhichun doesn't eat bamboo shoots, does she? She said that she used to feel a strange, itchy sensation in her throat after eating bamboo shoots, which was extremely uncomfortable, so she never eats any dishes cooked with bamboo shoots.

Does losing one's memory change one's tastes as well?
Ji Yingxuan couldn't help but ask Xu Zhichun with concern, "Zhichun—Madam Xu, did you feel any discomfort after eating these bamboo shoots?"

Xu Zhichun was surprised: "No, this was just dug up, it's very fresh, Young Master Ji, please feel free to eat it."

Ji Yingxuan forced a smile and nodded: "Okay."

Liang Minglang thought about it carefully, and then realized that Madam Xu didn't like bamboo shoots. Before, when she cooked bamboo shoots, it was always him and Mingxuan who ate them.

After lunch and a short rest, Xu Zhichun went to the fields to take a stroll, looking at the cotton fields, chicken farm, and orchard.

Liang Minglang naturally accompanied her.

Ji Yingxuan was heartbroken and went along with them.

He hadn't expected her life to be so difficult.

The cotton fields stretched as far as the eye could see, lush and green, with cotton seedlings already more than half a person tall and growing exceptionally well.

Xu Zhichun inquired in detail about the farmhands who were taking care of the cotton fields, giving them instructions on how to proceed, including weeding, watering, identifying pests, how to control them, and topping the fields. He spoke fluently and expertly, demonstrating his knowledge with ease.

Liang Minglang was filled with admiration, while Ji Yingxuan was dumbfounded.

Although Ji Yingxuan didn't quite understand what Xu Zhichun was saying, she could tell from how fluent and familiar Xu Zhichun was that she was a true expert.

Becoming an expert to this level is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Ji Yingxuan felt even more heartbroken. It was all his fault, all his fault. If he had found her sooner, she wouldn't have ended up here, and she wouldn't have suffered so much.

Ji Yingxuan felt heartbroken and guilty, and he desperately wanted to do something for her. He stepped forward and asked, "Mrs. Xu, do you need my help?" Liang Minglang replied, "No, we don't need it."

Xu Zhichun: "."

Ji Yingxuan glared angrily.

Liang Minglang: "Young Master Ji is a guest, so just enjoy the way of being a guest. Everything else is superfluous and unnecessary."

Ji Yingxuan sneered: "Ha!"

How could a grown man like him stand by so calmly watching his wife worry about the crops in the field? No wonder Zhichun is so skilled at farm work now; it must be because he forced her to be.
Xu Zhichun gently comforted Ji Yingxuan, "Young Master Ji, it's alright, there's nothing I can help you with, please feel free to do as you please."

Ji Yingxuan could only nod sullenly and follow Xu Zhichun, watching. He couldn't just do as she pleased; he was determined to stay with her.

After spending half a day in the fields, they returned to the village.

Around the time they returned to the village for dinner, Ji Yingxuan became very irritable, a mixture of irritability and restraint, a restlessness that couldn't be contained.

Xu Zhichun didn't pay much attention—she was still somewhat guilty in front of Ji Yingxuan and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Liang Minglang saw it all clearly and was utterly speechless.

What's wrong with Ji Yingxuan?
What was he thinking about again?

Or did someone do something to him?

After dinner, when their eyes met again, Ji Yingxuan couldn't bear it any longer and walked towards Liang Minglang with a cold face: "Master Liang, may I speak to you in private?"

"Young Master Ji, please!"

Ji Yingxuan glared at Liang Minglang and said through gritted teeth, “I don’t care what happened before, but you can’t share a room with Zhichun.”

Liang Minglang suddenly understood: So this is why this person is both irritable and patient, and patient yet irritable.
He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

However, when it comes to matters of life and death, what can be done?

He'll find out sooner or later.

Liang Minglang's tone softened slightly, "Young Master Ji, are you so sure my wife is the person you're looking for?"

"It is she! I can't be mistaken. She just has amnesia, that's why she doesn't recognize me."

Liang Minglang paused for a moment, then said, "If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do."

You can't live with her!

Looking at Ji Yingxuan, who was on the verge of collapse, Liang Minglang nodded: "Alright, I agree. But you should also know that she and I are already married. Doesn't Young Master Ji mind at all?"

"What do you care about?" Ji Yingxuan smiled bitterly: "It's my fault. I didn't find her sooner, which is why she suffered so much. She only married you because she lost her memory. It wasn't her original intention. When she remembers everything, she will still be my wife. Liang Minglang, it is not the behavior of a gentleman to coax her into marriage while she has amnesia."

Liang Minglang: "."

Well, he ended up getting the lesson instead.

Liang Minglang was both angry and reluctant, feeling extremely frustrated and conflicted.

Countless complaints and dissatisfaction culminated in a furious retort: ​​"Shut up!"

"Humph!"

Ji Yingxuan left angrily with a cold face, saying, "I hope Master Liang will keep his word and not act like such a despicable person!"

Liang Minglang cursed inwardly: What a despicable act! Once I know the truth, I'll be waiting for you to apologize to me!

Ms. Xu saved him, and it was fortunate that it was him she encountered; what if it had been someone else?
Ji Yingxuan was still worried, so he hid in the shadows and watched until night. He saw Liang Minglang go into a room alone and wait for a while before going back to his room and falling asleep, his mind in turmoil.

Would Liang Minglang be that honest? Of course not.

As soon as Ji Yingxuan left, he went into Xu Zhichun's room.