A Good Country Wife

"Why not? If it were Lin Yue who said such a thing, I’d believe her—when Erhu was unconscious, she stayed by his side without doing anything bad. But you, a woman with the morals of fast-flowing water, who do you think you’re fooling? Let me tell you, if only you had the abilities and looks of Lin Yue, I wouldn’t mind making you a concubine, let alone divorcing Jin Family and marrying her. But alas, she is nothing like you, a woman with the morals of fast-flowing water. Isn’t there a saying, ’People do things that match their nature.’?" Zhao Quan usually couldn’t stand Lin Yue ruining his plans, but evidently, he held a certain admiration for her, or else he wouldn’t have said such a thing.

Chunxi hated no one more than Zhao Jingui and You Family, except for Lin Yue. She couldn’t stand hearing anyone speak well of Lin Yue, and what more, Zhao Quan compared her directly with Lin Yue, fuelling a fire in her heart. She wished she could tear Lin Yue apart, this woman with her fake kindness. Why did everyone think Lin Yue was so good? What was she lacking compared to that woman? Why did she have to live such a pathetic life, trampled by others?

At this time, Zhao Quan, worried that Lin Yue would expose his affair with Chunxi, didn’t want to keep entangled with Chunxi. He pushed away Chunxi, who was pulling on him, and left with big strides.

Seeing Zhao Quan leave without any consideration, unwilling even to agree to help her settle matters, Chunxi felt hatred but was helpless. Today’s advantage had been taken away for nothing; she cursed a few times, realized she couldn’t stay here long, and hurriedly left.

When Chunxi reached the shelter where others were hiding from the rain, she didn’t hear anyone gossiping about her, nor did she see Lin Yue. However, she was still not at ease, and attempted to inquire about Lin Yue from the people around her. Being such a disreputable person now, no one was willing to talk to her, and Chunxi ended up shamed.

Seeing Lin Yue completely soaked, Erhu feared she would catch a cold. He initially wanted to borrow clothes from Li Xiaomei for Lin Yue to change into at the old Zhao Family house, but Lin Yue refused, insisting on going back to change.

Right now, Lin Yue didn’t want to stay at the old Zhao Family house—it was very noisy there, and Li Xiaomei’s room was close to the hall, which also meant it was near where Zhao Jingen’s coffin was placed. Before, Lin Yue didn’t believe in these superstitions, so she wasn’t afraid. But ever since she had come into this body through time-travel, facing such an unimaginable situation, Lin Yue developed a sense of reverence for the belief in spirits. Therefore, she always felt uncomfortable staying near Zhao Jingen’s coffin; if possible, she’d stay as far away as she could. Especially now, having just been through a significant shock, she did not want to stay in the old Zhao Family house any longer; she wanted to go home early.

Seeing Lin Yue so insistent, Erhu couldn’t do anything about it. Wasting time wasn’t an option either, so he briskly led everyone back. The weather in deep autumn was cold, and any further delay would surely result in his wife falling ill.