Chapter 85 Not My Brother
After finishing the task at hand, He Yuzhang looked up at Yun Jiao who was sleeping soundly not far away.

The girl's fair face was pressed against the pillow, her lips slightly pouted, bright red, and looking soft and kissable.

He Yuzhang's gaze froze for a long while, until Yun Jiao moved, he came back to his senses.

Seeing the blanket fall to the side because of Yun Jiao's actions, He Yuzhang hesitated. The temperature at night was a little lower, and it would be easy to catch a cold if he fell asleep like this.

He approached the person, but before He Yuzhang leaned over, and before he could pick up the blanket and cover the person again, Yun Jiao's delicate brows frowned.

He Yuzhang paused, lowered his head, and smelled the scent of incense on his Taoist robe. With a flick of his fingers, he took off the robe and put it aside.

This time when he approached, Yun Jiao did not frown in discomfort, and He Yuzhang easily covered the person with the blanket.

The blanket was pressed against the person, and He Yuzhang saw Yun Jiao rubbing her face on it. Her feet, which were resting on the sofa, seemed to feel cold, so they curled up and rubbed against the blanket.

He Yuzhang discovered in the morning that Yun Jiao was exquisite and beautiful in every way, even her feet were cute.

Noticing that he was distracted again, the man frowned, but looking at that beautiful face that was so well-behaved after falling asleep, his heart continued to sink uncontrollably.

He Yuzhang stood there for a long time. He lowered his eyes and looked at the time. It was already past three in the morning.

It is indeed pitiful for a person who is frightened by her deceased husband and dares not return to her room.

He raised his eyes to look at the black and white portrait in the middle of the mourning hall. The portrait was intimidating without being angry, with cold eyes and no smile on his face.

The other party was indeed as cold as he appeared, even towards his newlywed wife, and he had never even set foot in the bridal chamber.

So, the person is dead, why continue to have a cold heart?

He Yuzhang restrained the expression on his face, and when his eyes fell on Yun Jiao, they unconsciously became much softer.

He leaned over, pulled the blanket off, wrapped the person completely, picked him up gently, and walked him to the room with slow and steady movements.

Put Yun Jiao on the bed and cover her with the quilt.

He Yuzhang then glanced around the room. The things placed in the room were obviously all the hostess's. He saw some incense in the room and lit it. Just as he was about to leave, a very cold and sharp wind blew past his ears. He Yuzhang touched his hand and found it stained with bright red blood.

He looked at the open window, the curtains rustling, and a sneer escaped the corner of his mouth.

He walked to the window, closed it tightly, pasted a talisman on it, and then pulled the curtains.

The room returned to silence, and after making sure there was no strange smell, He Yuzhang left.

He Yuzhang returned to the mourning hall and planned to take his Taoist robe and go back to his room. As soon as he walked over, the cigarette ash blown by the wind seemed to attack him illogically. He Yuzhang blocked it with his Taoist robe.

He patted the black ash off his body, realized something, and walked towards the place where paper money was burned. Sure enough, the sachet was almost burned out, but the ring inside was nowhere to be seen.

……

Yun Jiao was haunted by a ghost in her dream for a long time, and the ghost forced her to keep the ring. When she woke up, she saw the diamond ring on her hand and her mouth twitched.

You're really obsessed with her, right?

Knowing that this thing couldn't be disposed of easily, Yun Jiao gave in and put the ring into the jewelry box, not caring about it anymore.

Yun Jiao had just finished washing up and was about to go downstairs when there was a knock on the door.

Not sure if it was because Shen Jinyan often came to the room these days, Yun Jiao did not open the door, but asked vigilantly.

"Who?"

The person outside the door didn't seem to expect her to ask this, and a muffled voice came in.

"Jiang Xinglan."

"Not my brother."

There is actually no need to add to this sentence. Yun Jiao felt confused.