A Good Country Wife

"Xiaoyue, you are young and have lost your memories, so you might make a choice like this, but I don’t want you to regret it later. There’s no room for discussion on this; as soon as I collect enough silver, I’ll come to take you home. Wait for me." Lin Qing knew Lin Yue would object and, without waiting for her response, quickly left.

Lin Yue had felt that Lin Qing was starting to waver and was about to push further to change his mind, but she hadn’t expected him to pull such a move. How could he be so stubborn, she thought, feeling somewhat helpless.

Turning to look at Zhao Erhu’s face, sure enough, the old man’s expression was not looking too good. He had poured his heart out to Lin Qing, saying all the nice and harsh words, yet Lin Qing was intent on whisking away his wife. What could be more frustrating? He hugged his little wife into his arms, "Wife, from now on, you’re not allowed to interact with that bookish fool again. I don’t want such a brother-in-law who’s always thinking of running away with my wife. If you dare to run, I’ll tie you up in the room with a rope when I get back. Do you hear me!"

"I get it, husband. I’m determined to follow you for this lifetime, so don’t be angry. No matter how my brother tries to influence me, as long as my own ideas don’t change and my will is firm, he can’t lead me astray. So, you don’t have to worry. Just think of my brother as a child throwing a tantrum. He probably just feels guilty and wants me to have a better life, that’s why he’s being so stubborn. Don’t hold it against him," she said.

Lin Yue, seeing how heartbroken Zhao Erhu was, decided not to take issue with his possessiveness and comforted her old man instead, trying to bring him out of his funk. After all, it would ultimately be her who got tormented by a narrow-minded man.

"Wife, you’re the best, truly the perfect wife for me. Come here, let me give you a kiss," Zhao Erhu said, already embracing Lin Yue, now not the best time for any funny business.

"Zhao Erhu, that’s enough, aren’t you being nauseating? Get off, stop it," Lin Yue said, somewhat speechless yet laughing and playing along with Zhao Erhu. Sometimes she really couldn’t understand him: Zhao Erhu used to be so somber, how did he become like this? In front of others, he was all serious and grave, but as soon as they were alone, he became like someone else entirely, always teasing her. Was this the so-called closeted passion?

In fact, Comrade Zhao Erhu had never been like this before; neither the Zhao Family nor the Li Family ever caught his interest, or made him feel inclined to do these things he used to find boring and unnecessary. Now he pampered his little wife, and it was all to win her heart. He had specifically asked some friends for tips on making women happy, and having seen it worked quite well, he was even more eager to understand the true essence of it.

"Hmm!" Lin Qing, who had just left, remembered something he hadn’t told Lin Yue and, despite not wanting to see Zhao Erhu, the brute, he still turned back to the room, only to see the couple flirting. His handsome face blushed; in some aspects, the scholar Lin Qing was truly naive.

Lin Yue and Zhao Erhu hadn’t expected Lin Qing to come back and were caught in an awkward moment. Lin Yue’s face blushed with embarrassment—having an intimate moment witnessed by her own brother was mortifying!