Chapter 210 Too Embarrassing_1
Lin Yue looked at the embroidery, but actually, since Zhao Erhu had come in, she had barely moved her hands. Now, seeing that Zhao Erhu was really bothering her, she became frustrated. Ordinary embroidery would have been fine, but this piece not only required skill but also mental effort, demanding full concentration while embroidering.
After hearing Zhao Erhu’s words, Lin Yue was left speechless. She really wanted to knock the soup bowl on Zhao Erhu’s head. This old man seemed to be missing a tendril of common sense in his brain, thinking disputes could be categorized and dealt with separately. Only he could say something like that.
Zhao Erhu, seeing that Lin Yue was ignoring him, didn’t get discouraged. He knew his wife must be angry if she wasn’t responding to him, so he brought the soup bowl up to her mouth and said, "Be good. Haven’t you thought about you being on your period? You have to eat something."
Lin Yue saw Zhao Erhu coming so close, afraid that the soup might accidentally spill onto the embroidery. She couldn’t help but speak in annoyance, "Zhao Erhu, be careful. Don’t dirty my embroidery, or even selling you wouldn’t cover the losses!" Her tone was indeed a bit sharp.
Zhao Erhu didn’t argue with Lin Yue about this. He cherished the embroidery fabric as a treasure and dared not touch what belonged to his wife, fearing any mishap with the embroidery—it was no laughing matter. Thus, he set the bowl down on the table.
Given the current situation, his wife clearly wasn’t in the mood to listen to him. Persuading her was useless, so Zhao Erhu put the soup down and went back to the embroidery frame, then picked Lin Yue up in his arms.
"Zhao Erhu, you scoundrel! What are you doing? If you dare to touch me, just try it, and I’ll fight you. Anyway, I have nothing to lose, being bullied by a scoundrel like you. Put me down!" Lin Yue was incredibly coquettish, tearing at Zhao Erhu. If it weren’t for the inconvenience of her condition, which kept her from moving too violently, Zhao Erhu’s face might have been scratched up by Lin Yue.
To Zhao Erhu, Lin Yue’s struggles were trivial. Even when he got seriously injured while hunting in the mountains, he never made a sound. It was just his hair and clothes that were messed up. Placing Lin Yue on the bed, he looked down at her with a dominating gaze. "Niuniu, I’ll ask you again, will you drink it or not?"