A Good Country Wife
Chapter 210 Too Embarrassing_1

Chapter 210: 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?"

Men and women are inherently unequal in strength, and Lin Yue tried her best to ignore the oppressive feeling Zhao Erhu was imposing on her. She swiped at him, and of course, she didn’t put as much force as she would have with Zhao Lan or Zhao Yunxiang, but she still left a faint mark on Zhao Erhu’s face. "Drink your head! The soup you stew, heartless and conscienceless as you are, I’m afraid it’ll poison me to death. You better keep it for yourself to drink slowly. I don’t want to see you right now; get out!" Lin Yue pointed to the outside after speaking.

"It seems useless to reason with you. You’re really an unreasonable girl, just like a wild cat in the mountains, with pretty sharp claws," Zhao Erhu remarked, then wiped the scratch on his face and quickly picked up the soup, using the most straightforward and brutal method—direct mouth-to-mouth feeding.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Lin Yue truly found Zhao Erhu to be shameless and brutish, resorting to force when words failed, unable to protest with her mouth blocked.

At that moment, Lin Yue would not allow Zhao Erhu to touch her. After Zhao Erhu finished feeding her and let go, Lin Yue slapped him hard across the face, her cheeks flaming not with the embarrassed blush of the morning, but with anger and annoyance.

"Zhao Erhu, you bastard, get out!" Lin Yue almost screamed, sweeping her hand and knocking the bowl away, smashing it. Outside, Dalang and his brothers had felt something off with their parents since noon, but seeing Zhao Erhu’s expression, they didn’t dare to ask. Since Lin Yue hadn’t been seen outside the room, the brothers, worried, didn’t leave but loitered outside Lin Yue’s window. Hearing the commotion inside, they were startled and hurriedly ran in.

"Mom, mom, what happened to you?!" The children rushed in and swarmed around Lin Yue, bombarding her with questions, as they saw their father as a big, strong, capable man in their eyes. So if anything was wrong, it must be with their frail mother.

"Mom, dad didn’t hit you, did he?!" Erhu came into the room with this question straight away.

Zhao Erhu looked at these irritating children, feeling very frustrated. Were these really his sons? They looked at him with eyes full of scorn and condemnation, as if he had committed some unforgivable sin. He grumbled to himself, "You’ve got it wrong, it’s not your mother who got hit by me; it’s your father who has been beaten by her." But he couldn’t say these words out loud; they were too embarrassing.

The strength in the young wife’s hand was all out, her normally frail-looking arms exploding with power. Zhao Erhu felt his face must have turned red from the slap, only invisible due to his dark skin. No wonder she claimed she never suffered under the hands of Zhao Lan and Zhao Yunxiang. Now, he fully believed her. That ungrateful Niuniu really hit him for real.

Lin Yue was already furious, but she refrained from unleashing her wrath further when the children burst in, though her expression remained extremely ugly.

While the children did stand up for her, the reason behind the quarrel diminished any touched feelings Lin Yue had. Although it wasn’t Dalang and Erhu’s fault, the conflict did arise because of them, and they were the sons of the Zhao Family. Recalling Zhao Erhu’s attitude that morning, adamantly defending his family and his own parents, she wondered if Dalang and Erhu would find it easy to choose between her and their biological mother.

With discomfort in her heart, Lin Yue didn’t want to deal with anyone; she treated the children indifferently too. After all, they were others’ children—why should she care so much?

"You all go out, I am a bit tired and would like to rest," Lin Yue said firmly, not looking at the children’s worried and disheartened faces.

Zhao Erhu saw how the young wife’s anger subsided because of the children and felt a glimmer of hope that the children might persuade her. Perhaps with a softened heart, she might stop being at odds with him. Unfortunately, the outcome was disappointing—his wife didn’t even want to see the children now.

"Niuniu, the children are worried about you. Perhaps let them stay with you?" Zhao Erhu still tried to move Lin Yue with the children.

Lin Yue could clearly see through Zhao Erhu’s intentions and sneered internally. What should she say about Zhao Erhu? He thought things would be so easily resolved, wanting her to compromise for the sake of the children. What a joke. In realistic terms, they weren’t her own kids—why should she worry? Although she had grown fond of them over time, her attachment wasn’t strong enough to be inseparable.

"I said no need, I can’t bear it. They are your sons, born to you and your previous two wives, not mine. Didn’t you want me to realize this? Well, now I am fully aware. I do not want to see you all; just go out!"

Though Lin Yue sought to sting Zhao Erhu, seeing the hurt on Dalang and the others’ faces upon hearing her words inexplicably made her irritable and sorry for them. With a hardened heart, she closed her eyes and turned her head away.

"Mother!" Sanlang and Silang, still quite young, could not control their emotions, their eyes brimming with tears as they tugged at Lin Yue’s sleeve.

"Mother, do you not want us just like mom didn’t? Please don’t abandon us, Silang is very obedient."

Lin Yue’s heart clenched. "It’s not that I don’t want you; it’s what your father said. He told me not to meddle in things that aren’t my business. If something happens in the future, go to your father, and don’t call me ’mother’ anymore. Your mother isn’t me; I’m just an outsider." Lin Yue finished speaking and pulled her sleeve out of Silang’s grip.

"Zhao Erhu, if you don’t want me to say things even more unpleasant, take them out immediately. They are your sons; I’m not the one who’s heartbroken over them — you always are, right?" Lin Yue, prone to softening her heart, was afraid she would waver, so she coldly commanded Zhao Erhu.

Seeing Lin Yue in this state, Zhao Erhu had no choice but to lead his injured and confused sons out. He was deeply troubled about how to explain things to them. Some matters aren’t easily understood by children, so he could only half-heartedly tell them to go play and continued his silence afterward.

The sudden change in Lin Yue deeply affected the children. They weren’t ordinary kids; they had suffered due to their mother’s early death. Dalang and Erhu, after enduring mistreatment by the Li Family and the coldness of the world, were precociously mature and sensitive. That’s why initially, when Lin Yue arrived, Erhu, bristling like a porcupine, would lash out at her. Now, having finally accepted Lin Yue’s presence and harboring deep affection for her as if she were their real mother, they were unsettled by Lin Yue’s alienation and coldness.

Unable to get answers from Zhao Erhu, Sanlang turned to Erhu, who was usually the cleverest, "Er-ge, does mother really not want us anymore?"

Erhu pursed his lips, remembering the complex looks Lin Yue gave when she looked at them. He stood up straight and, after tightening and then releasing his clenched fists, he comforted Sanlang by patting his head, "Don’t worry, third brother; mother is just angry from arguing with father. That’s why she said those things. Once she calms down, it’ll all be fine. She won’t abandon us."

"Yes, don’t worry, Sanlang and Silang. Mother has always been so good to us; she won’t abandon us," Dalang, clearly the most confident in Lin Yue among the brothers, lacked the depression and helplessness of Sanlang and Silang, nor the hidden worries like Erhu. He simply had a feeling, albeit a blind one, that Lin Yue wouldn’t abandon them.

Zhao Erhu saw that Lin Yue did not want to see him and decisively didn’t return for dinner, thinking that maybe without him around, the young wife would come out to eat. That evening, he haphazardly grabbed a bite at Wu Qiang’s place; with the young wife like this, he really had no appetite.

In the evening, Zhao Erhu lingered in the courtyard for a long time and didn’t go back to his room to sleep until midnight, hoping the young wife would be sleeping by then and would not quarrel with him. However, upon returning to the room and seeing the small bundle curled up in a corner of the bed, something collapsed inside Zhao Erhu.

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