Chapter 173 - 173: Why Aren ‘t You Wearing Long Johns?

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Lin Chaoyan was about to flare up when Lin Qingqian spoke first. “Auntie, he’s my guest!”

No matter how unhappy Lin Chaoyan was, she couldn’t disrespect Lin Qingqian’s wishes. In the end, she just glared at Jiang Yanshen and turned to leave the room.

Lin Qingqian immediately took out a clean towel and handed it to him to wipe his face. “Are you alright? I’ll go get Grandpa’s clothes for you…”

As she turned around, she suddenly felt a force on her wrist. She turned back to look at the owner of the grasp.

Jiang Yanshen looked up at her. “I’m fine. Sit down.”

Lin Qingqian frowned and wanted to say something, but he beat her to it. “Does your foot still hurt?”

His dark eyes were filled with worries as they stared at her left foot .

“My foot is fine. You should worry about yourself first. If you don’t change your clothes, you’re going to freeze to death.”

Lin Qingqian pushed his hand away, turned around, and walked to the small cabinet beside the desk to take out Lin Yuanshan’s clothes from when he was alive.

After he passed away, most of his clothes had been burned. However, in order to commemorate him, Lin Chaoyan still kept two sets of clothes in the cabinet. From time to time, she would take them out to wash and dry. Therefore, when she took out the clothes, they didn’t smell moldy. They even emitted a faint smell of detergent.

However, when Jiang Yanshen saw the clothes, he couldn’t help but frown.

This was because the clothes were linen and looked very rough. To Jiang Yanshen, who was used to wearing custom-made clothes, this was equivalent to putting a sack on.

Lin Qingqian also knew that she was making things difficult for him, but she really couldn’t find any other suitable clothes for him to change into. “You can’t buy new clothes here, so you’ll have to wear this first!”

Jiang Yanshen didn’t want to change, but the temperature was too low. His body was drenched, and his cold clothes felt like needles pricking against his skin.

Suppressing his discomfort, he nodded.

Lin Qingqian then returned to her room to change first. When she came back after changing, Jiang Yanshen had already changed.

The white cotton linen shirt was worn inside with a khaki jacket pulled over it. He was also wearing a pair of black cotton linen pants.

When Lin Qingqian saw the long johns on the chair, her brows moved slightly. “Why aren’t you wearing long johns?”

Jiang Yanshen glanced at the old long johns and said with a face of resistance,

“Do you know how cold it is outside now?” Lin Qingqian picked up the long johns and handed them to him. “Put them on!”

“I’m not cold,” the man said stubbornly, as if wearing it would kill him!

Lin Qingqian’s temper flared up and she threw the pants on the bed. “Suit yourself! ”

You deserve to freeze to death!

The second half of her sentence was stuck in her throat as she turned around and left.

Jiang Yanshen retracted his gaze from her disappearing back and looked at the long johns on the bed. For a moment, he fell into a dilemma.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yanshen walked to the front yard and saw Lin

Qingqian shoveling snow. He walked over and took the shovel. “I’ll do it.”

Lin Qingqian frowned and was about to shake off his hand when Jiang Yanshen lifted his pants with his left hand. “I’m wearing it.”

After saying that, he immediately let go of his pants, afraid that others would see him. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lin Qingqian’s tense expression relaxed, but she still didn’t give him the shovel. “Can you do it?”

Jiang Yanshen forcefully took the shovel from her hand and said in a serious tone, “Next time, don’t ask a man if he can do it!”

Lin Qingqian: ‘

‘I suspect you’re driving, but there’s no proof.’

Jiang Yanshen then held the shovel with both hands and skillfully shoveled the snow. His actions were decent. Coupled with the clothes on his body, it really looked like he was experienced in doing it.

Lin Chaoyan, who had walked out of the kitchen to pour water, couldn’t help but snort when she saw him.

Lin Qingqian was afraid that she would splash water on Jiang Yanshen again, so she walked towards Jiang Yanshen and instructed, “This side, clear the snow nere..”