C7 They Had Gotten What They Wanted

The goal had been achieved, and Bai Chuman didn't want to waste another moment of her life with the Bai family. She brushed past them without a hint of nostalgia.

Jiang Yudong, along with his family, quickly followed suit, politely retrieving the contract Bai Hechi had left in the safe before leaving.

The Jiang family's villa was nestled halfway up Maplecrest Peak, with only the red-brown tips of the roof peeking through the lush greenery. It wasn't until you got closer that you realized just how luxurious and exquisite the villa was.

The Bai family didn't exactly roll out the welcome mat for Bai Chuman. She didn't even catch a glimpse of the head of the Bai family before a servant led her inside. It was then she realized that this sprawling villa seemed to house only Jiang Yichen. Even Jiang Yudong, who had brought her there, vanished in the blink of an eye. When she asked, she learned he had already left.

Bai Chuman quietly observed her surroundings, quickly piecing things together. From the way she was treated, it was clear that Jiang Yichen, now in a vegetative state, had been cast aside.

She was even a bit curious to see what her husband looked like. When she asked the servant if she could see him, the servant eyed her warily, full of suspicion, and didn't dare agree.

Bai Chuman chuckled softly. Did they really think she would harm her own husband? She didn't get upset, simply letting the servant say they needed to discuss it.

"Discuss it? In this huge mansion, are there really other members of the family? Or am I supposed to negotiate with a man in a coma?" Chuman found it odd, yet she had an inkling she might be onto something.

It wasn't long before a servant, head bowed respectfully, led her to a secluded room on the second floor. As the door opened, she was greeted by the cold presence of medical equipment. In the midst of it all, a tall figure lay on the bed, eyes closed as if in a deep sleep. The heart monitor beside him showed a steady rhythm.

Chuman adjusted her red dress and sat down, resting her chin in her hand as she studied the face of the man on the bed. A servant at the door hesitated, wanting to speak, but was pulled away by another.

Chuman's fingers lightly traced the man's well-defined brows. Honestly, he was not what she had expected. She thought that no matter how good the medical care, someone who had been bedridden for so long would show signs of illness—pale skin, a frail frame.

But this man had glowing, healthy skin and firm, toned muscles. Chuman gently pinched his arm. His dark brows, straight nose, and soft, inviting lips didn't resemble someone who had been in a coma for months.

Bai Chuman couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but she figured it might just be that this golden boy beside her was in exceptional shape. Back when she first returned to her family, she heard plenty of rumors about Jiang Yichen—a prodigy, blessed with a privileged background, a quirky personality, and ruthless methods. He was the standout among the Jiang family's grandchildren.

Chuman smirked at the irony of it all. Who would've thought that when they finally met, they'd both be in such dire straits? She reached under the covers and held his warm hand tightly.

"I heard sometimes people in a coma can respond to the outside world. I don't know if you can hear me, but you need to get used to my voice. From now on, I'm your wife. I'll learn how to take care of you and do my best to protect you in the Jiang family, though I'm not sure if I can..."

Thinking about the uncertain future made Chuman a bit downcast. "We're both in the same boat now—parents who don't care, siblings who love to push us around. I've dealt with it since I was a kid, but I'm worried you might not be used to it. You need to wake up soon; your wife can't hold on much longer alone..."

Chuman rambled on, her words a mix of sense and nonsense, not knowing how long she'd been talking until her mouth went dry. It wasn't her fault for being so chatty; after all, Jiang Yichen was her shield. Even though he lay there motionless, as long as he bore the Jiang family name, her own family wouldn't dare touch her.

Before joining the family, she had done her homework. Communicating with someone in a coma was like verbal persistence, hoping her voice would seep into his subconscious. If Yichen ever woke up, at least he wouldn’t immediately kick her out with harsh words.

Chuman gulped down the water the maid had just brought in, wiped her mouth, and calculated the time. Feeling she had made enough of an impression, she bent down and gently kissed the man's smooth forehead before leaving.

After she turned to go, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, clear and deep as a cold pond, with a hint of surprise. He touched his forehead, still feeling the soft sensation, and his expression turned thoughtful.