Chapter 332: Clearly, they are both

Shen Man couldn't finish the six thick medical books at once, so she took two home to read.

Because they were all manuscripts, she treated them with extreme care.

After returning to the room, she put them directly into the space, preparing to read them during the children's nap time.

The two siblings on the bed had increasingly exquisite features, one resembling her, one resembling the children's father, completely inheriting their good genes.

"Mom, hold."

Xiao Nuomi was very spoiled. Before and after learning to speak, she was accustomed to reaching out and wanting to be held.

Xiao Mantou was relatively cold and didn't like to act spoiled, but his longing eyes couldn't stop, making people's hearts soften when they saw them.

Now that the children were still young, every time they went to the drying yard of the family compound, other children would immediately crowd around, circling the two siblings.

Shen Man had a headache. If the children were older and went to the Red Education Garden, she would have to worry.

"What's wrong? Headache? Sit down, I'll press it for you."

The man sitting on the edge of the bed had a smile on his lips. When he turned around, the golden qi on his chest lingered, directly exposing his identity.

"Why is it you?"

Shen Man paused in the action of untying her braids. Through the mirror, she saw the color of the qi on the man's chest change, indicating that the "he" at this time was not the man she was familiar with.

"Why can't it be me?"

"Jiang Ye" heard this question, and his face turned black.

If it weren't for the pair of children on the side, "he" would have already pressed his wife under his body, letting her feel that "he" was no worse than the other party!

"Don't be like this. You are you, he is he. In my heart, you are two people."

Shen Man lowered her voice, trying to reason. Grandfather was at home tonight; if they "quarreled," it wouldn't be easy to end.

"Not two people, but one person. It's just that he is luckier than me, meeting you first."

"Jiang Ye" corrected. "He" had grown up like this, and this was the first time he had been treated coldly.

However, this showed that his wife was loyal and should be a perfect match for "him."

Xiao Mantou and Xiao Nuomi were holding their milk bottles, leaning against the head of the bed while drinking milk, looking at their father and mother.

How did they feel that their father now was a bit strange?

But the other party was their father.

"Ba, Ba."

Xiao Mantou called out, waving the empty milk bottle in his hand. He had finished drinking and wanted to pee.

Then, after helping him pee and putting on a diaper, he could lie down and sleep.

As for Xiao Nuomi, she drank milk slowly and still had half a bottle left, fighting a battle.

"You take care of the children first, I'll go change clothes."

Shen Man felt she couldn't win against the other party, so she simply stopped arguing with him.

She went to take a shower and then changed into pajamas.

Originally, in this weather, she didn't want to wear underwear.

But at a time like this, she still endured the uncomfortable feeling and wore it!

"Jiang Ye" licked his back molars; it seems his wife still cannot accept "his" existence.

He cannot be overbearing; in his consciousness, the way the two of them got along was gentle and delicate—his wife would be shy and would take the initiative to kiss him.

Damn it, he can't think about it anymore; the more he thinks, the more bloated with anger he gets!

Clearly they are both "him," so why does his wife only love him and not "him"?

"He" wants to prove himself, to do things no worse than "him"!

Deep in his consciousness, Jiang Ye sensed that after his body was taken over by "him," he wasn't as panicked as the first time.

He knew that his wife could tell the difference between them at a glance.

Although he didn't want the love that belonged to him to be shared, after receiving "his" memories, he understood that they were the same person in different times and spaces, with the same soul.

Why was "his" soul in the jade pendant? His encounter with his wife likely had some unknown existence laying out a scheme behind it...

Regardless, he has the patience to fish slowly.

As for "him," he will occasionally let "him" out to take over the body and let "him" bring humiliation upon himself!

"Hey, are you secretly gloating in your heart?"

"This Marquis tells you, this Marquis will definitely obtain the favor of his beloved wife."

"Hey, don't think that just because you're hiding and staying silent, this Marquis doesn't know what you're thinking; this Marquis..."

"Jiang Ye" muttered to himself while holding his son to pee, trying to converse with the "him" in his mind, preferably to provoke the other party.

But the other party didn't make a sound.

Instead, the son in his arms suddenly grabbed his cheek, scratched his chin several times, and tilted his head as if thinking about something.

"Ba-ba, noisy."

Xiao Mantou was certain that this was his father.

But his father used to be so quiet; why is the father in front of him so noisy?

"..."

"Jiang Ye" was disliked by his son, but he couldn't get angry at all.

The little dumpling in his arms was tiny, carved from the same mold as "him"; if they were still in the Marquis's mansion, the wet nurses and nannies would surely be overjoyed...

Thinking of the loyal crowd at the Marquis's mansion, "his" brows furrowed tightly.

"He" seemed to have forgotten something very important; what was it?

Never mind, the past is like passing smoke; royal power and wealth have nothing to do with "him."

Now, "he" only wants to use this body to live in this era with his beloved wife and children.

Jiang Ye: Do you think I'm dead?

In the bathroom, Shen Man was taking a shower.

There was no help for it; in this weather, during the hottest part of the day, the temperature reached over thirty degrees.

Even wearing a short-sleeved dress, there were sweat stains after moving around.

Thinking of the one in the room who was still eyeing her like a tiger, she felt a bit of a headache.

If she didn't go back to the room, the two little ones would definitely make a fuss and wouldn't sleep, and then she could forget about getting a good night's sleep.

After thinking it over, she still dawdled and put on her pajamas...

She had to believe that "he" was a gentleman and wouldn't do *that* against her will.

Although theoretically they were the same person, psychologically she still couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, she won the bet; the other party didn't have the bad habit of being handsy, and had even lulled the two little ones to sleep, leaving a space for her...

"Sleep for a while; when it's time tonight, I'll wake you up for dinner."

After figuring out the daily routine of people in this era, the words "Jiang Ye" spoke were very fitting for his persona.

Hmm, a copycat.

Imitating oneself is nothing to be ashamed of.

Jiang Ye: Hehehe.