A Good Country Wife

"Zhao Erhu, do you really want to do this? I’m still young, just a green, unripe little fruit, not at all tasty!" As Zhao Erhu was making arrangements, Lin Yue was sitting idly by, nagging constantly, and occasionally ordering Zhao Erhu to fetch her tea or pour water, adding to his chaos.

In fact, she was far from calm. An immature girl was about to be devoured by an older man. She had thought about delaying, dragging it out for a few more days, but although Zhao Erhu said nothing, his actions spoke volumes; there was no room for negotiation. It must have been the visit from her cheap brother this morning that set him off.

Zhao Erhu had been arranging everything on his own, barely responding to his little wife’s nonsensical chatter, which he deemed foolish talk. Now, hearing Lin Yue speak like this, a wicked smile appeared on his face, "It is a bit green, but it tastes rather good. It seems these six months have nourished you well."

"But I’m not ready mentally, how about we delay it a bit more? We have a long life ahead of us; there’s no need to rush this minute," Lin Yue said, turning her doe-like eyes to Zhao Erhu. Seeing his unmoved expression, she looked even more pitiful, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "Zhao Erhu, what if I’m scared? Don’t you feel sorry for me?"

Zhao Erhu shook his head, put down what he was doing, and took his wife’s soft tender hand, "You ungrateful thing, if I didn’t care for you, would you still be sitting here complaining? Have you ever seen a wife married for more than half a year still refusing to consummate the marriage? Only I have indulged you to this point."

"Since we’ve already dragged it out this long, can’t we delay it a little longer? I’m not unwilling, I just want to grow up a bit. Look at us, you’re so tall, and I’m so small; your arm is even thicker than my thigh. If you’re not careful, you might flatten me, and you wouldn’t want your delicate wife to just pass away like that. Then you would really solidify your reputation as a wife-destroyer, and you’ll never be able to marry again."

As Lin Yue spoke, she gestured with her hands to compare their sizes. She had refrained from mentioning Zhao Erhu’s reputation for the sake of his feelings, but now she had no choice. She thought maybe fighting fire with fire could change Zhao Erhu’s mind at the last minute, but clearly, this tactic backfired.

Zhao Erhu’s face darkened upon hearing Lin Yue’s words; Niuniu really needed a lesson. Uttering such an ominous statement on such a good day, considering that tonight he would finally devour the maiden, Zhao Erhu managed to restrain himself from properly disciplining his little wife.

"Enough, I’ve already decided. Tonight will be our wedding night; don’t think about playing tricks to get out of it. Even playing pitiful won’t work," Zhao Erhu felt that if he continued, his little wife might end up irritating him. He spoke directly, understanding that sometimes, with his little wife, being soft didn’t work; a firmer approach was necessary.

"Old man, bad man, always thinking about that sort of thing, with no sentiment at all." Seeing that she couldn’t persuade Zhao Erhu, Lin Yue slumped to the ground dejectedly, drew circles in the dirt with a stick, poking again and again to vent her dissatisfaction.