A Good Country Wife
Chapter 250 - 241 A Wolfing Down_1

Chapter 250: Chapter 241 A Wolfing Down_1

"What nonsense are you spouting? As a woman, how can you blurt out things like ’life root’ and ’divorce’? You’re only going to be my wife, and I, Zhao Erhu, am not that kind of man. Don’t ever let me hear you say such things again, or I’ll deal with you!"

"Hmph!" Lin Yue turned her head away, obviously not taking Zhao Erhu’s threat seriously. But sometimes men can be petty too. He would simmer in silence, biding his time, and Lin Yue wouldn’t realize until she had tasted Zhao Erhu’s methods that old men shouldn’t be casually provoked—especially since she couldn’t change her habit of calling him ’old man.’ Zhao Erhu had been wanting to discipline her for a long time.

Turning her head back, Lin Yue remembered the items Zhao Erhu had brought into the room. As she sifted through them, she found joyous wedding quilts and congratulatory garments, which surprised her. These were all items used for marriage; why had Zhao Erhu brought them back?

Zhao Erhu walked into the room and saw Lin Yue looking through the items he had bought. A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He approached Lin Yue, took out the wedding garments, and handed them to her, "Wife, I bought this wedding outfit according to your size. Why don’t you try it on and see if it fits?"

"Why did you buy me a wedding outfit? Could it be you think you’re too old for me, your delicate young wife, and have changed your mind, planning to marry me off?" Lin Yue held the outfit without moving, looking at Zhao Erhu with a teasing smile. She remembered he had once said he wanted to hold a wedding banquet for her. Surely he wasn’t serious? Hadn’t she told him it wasn’t necessary?

Setting aside the fact that Zhao Erhu had already held the celebration twice, though he indeed had taken three wives, who ever heard of one person holding three wedding banquets? When attending such events, close friends and relatives certainly bring gift money. They had gone through this twice; it would be embarrassing to accept more gifts. Moreover, holding a banquet involved all sorts of trivial matters. Lin Yue really didn’t want to deal with the hassle.

Knowing Lin Yue had misunderstood, Zhao Erhu didn’t bother explaining. He simply said, "Wishful thinking. In this lifetime, if you’re to marry, it can only be into my family. Stop your fussing and hurry up and try on the wedding dress so I can see if it fits." With Zhao Erhu standing his ground like this, it looked like if Lin Yue didn’t go change, he would take matters into his own hands.

"Alright already, I’m going to change, isn’t that enough?" Lin Yue had no way to counter Zhao Erhu, also having experienced his stubbornness on more than one occasion. Whenever Zhao Erhu insisted on something, she would try her best to oblige; otherwise, he would surely corner her for a proper argument. Lin Yue didn’t have the patience Zhao Erhu had; more often than not, he got his way.

Lin Yue, holding the wedding dress, turned to see Zhao Erhu still standing inside the room, "Zhao Erhu, aren’t you leaving while I change? Planning to peek at me, are you?"

Zhao Erhu, without any intention of leaving, replied, "Peek at what? You’re my wife, and I can look openly. It was me who helped you dress this morning, and now it’s not okay for me to see? With you dilly-dallying, maybe I should just help you change." Besides, there’s nothing on you that I haven’t seen before—of course, Zhao Erhu added this part silently in his mind, knowing his little wife would be embarrassed, you see, young girls have such thin skin.

Lin Yue waited for Zhao Erhu, this shameless old man. After all, she was wearing undergarments, and nothing was showing. If he wanted to watch, then let him watch. She didn’t feel like expending the effort to chase him out.

"How does it look, pretty?" Lin Yue, clad in bridal attire, smiled radiantly at Zhao Erhu. It was her first time wearing a bridal dress. What she had thought unnecessary before now moved her deeply at the moment Zhao Erhu had done it for her. Wearing the wedding dress, Lin Yue suddenly felt touched, perhaps it reached deep into her heart, touching something she had never noticed or envied before, but now it was happening,

"Erhu, you’ve got quite the eye. This wedding dress fits me perfectly, and the style is beautiful too. Although the needlework isn’t quite as good as mine, it’s still very impressive. You have great taste," Lin Yue said, her heart moved, and she didn’t skimp on her praise for Zhao Erhu.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there weren’t many who could compare with Lin Yue’s embroidery skills. However, she wouldn’t spend the time embroidering a wedding dress for herself; after all, she was already married. Why bother with that anymore?

But this wedding dress was indeed the best craftsmanship in Xin’an City. Erhu had spent a whole hundred taels of silver on it, having it custom-made at the Embroidery Store in secret from Lin Yue. If Lin Yue knew how much silver Erhu had spent on this dress, she might have felt heartbroken over the expense.

"Wife, you look gorgeous!"

Lin Yue rarely wore brightly colored clothes, especially not vivid and festive red. She had never worn it before, and now, dressed in it, she looked exceptionally delicate and lovely. Erhu was so stunned that he couldn’t react for a moment. When he came to his senses, he embraced Lin Yue in his arms and showered her with kisses, nibbling away all the emotion and joy in her heart.

"Mmm, Erhu, mmm..." Lin Yue was pressed into Erhu’s embrace, trying to break free, to push him away, but her strength might as well have been an ant trying to shake a tree—Erhu was immovable, like a mountain. His iron arms clamped her tightly, leaving her no room to move. Before she could utter another word, her voice was muffled by Erhu’s lips.

When Erhu finally let go of his little wife, contented, Lin Yue was left gasping for breath as if she had been through a great battle. When she finally caught her breath, she meant to confront Erhu, but he knew her temperament well. Having taken his fill of her, he wisely slipped away to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Today was a special day, and he wouldn’t let his little wife lift a finger.

"Erhu, you old man, always bullying me. Just you wait!" Lin Yue’s words were just a show of bluster, a way to vent her dissatisfaction. Such things had happened so many times before, and she had never been able to do anything to Erhu. Really, what could she do to him?

In the afternoon, Erhu didn’t go to work; instead, he busied himself around the house, setting up the red candles he had bought, changing the bedding, and even affixing a large ’Happiness’ character above the bedhead, making the room festively inviting.

Watching Erhu’s flurry of activity, Lin Yue would have to be a fool not to know what this man wanted to do. Somehow, she felt touched by Erhu’s intentions, yet at the same time found it absurd. After all, if it weren’t for Erhu’s affection for her, wanting to give her the best, he wouldn’t have needed to go through all this trouble. Erhu had a point. She was, in fact, his wife! But his eagerness was relentless; he had barely brought the things home before beginning to set them up. It was clear he was looking forward to their wedding night. Could she even say no?