Reborn as an Ugly Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 458 - 459: Your hometown must be very beautiful; you can finally go back now.

Chapter 458: Chapter 459: Your hometown must be very beautiful; you can finally go back now.

"You’ve already taught him a lesson, even made him vomit blood," Xiaoxiao’s mother spoke out in rebuttal.

"Stop all this quarreling," Old Master Zhong intervened.

In reality, they all knew that their daughter’s condition wasn’t blamed on the son-in-law’s family but on their own daughter’s ill fate; perhaps she was really cursed by that thing.

But with the daughter like this, did they really have to find a scapegoat? Now that they had hit and scolded him, it wouldn’t change anything.

Old Master Zhong then said calmly, "Dalong, let him in."

"Dad!" Zhong Dalong called out reluctantly.

Old Master Zhong bellowed, "Go now."

Zhong Dalong flung his arm and went out the door. At the entrance, he opened the door for Yang Ming without saying a word and walked straight back in.

Yang Ming hurriedly followed, saying as he walked, "Thank you, big brother."

He had finally entered his father-in-law’s house; as soon as he stepped into his wife’s bedroom, Yang Ming immediately called out, "Dad, Mom, sister-in-law."

After calling out, Yang Ming hurriedly went to his wife’s side. Not having seen her for a night, his wife’s small face had turned even paler.

He asked anxiously, "Have you given her water? Fed her anything?"

At the mention of this, Xiaoxiao’s mother began to sob; no matter how they tried, they couldn’t manage it—their daughter hadn’t taken a single drop of water, "Son-in-law, we can’t feed her."

"Mom, let me feed her."

"Oh, oh, Dalong’s wife, go prepare something quickly." Seeing the son-in-law’s demeanor, fearing he might have a way, she promptly sent her daughter-in-law to prepare.

It wasn’t long before Zhong Dalong’s wife brought a bowl of rice soup, "Here."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Yang Ming took the bowl of rice soup, scooped some with a spoon, and everyone in the family watched intently, hoping he could help Xiaoxiao swallow it.

Yang Ming took a spoonful, blew on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, and though everyone thought he would bring it to Xiaoxiao’s lips, they saw him put it into his own mouth instead.

Just as they were about to scold him, they saw him lower his head and transfer the rice soup mouth-to-mouth into Xiaoxiao’s.

The family was both shocked and delighted—shocked by Yang Ming’s method of feeding, and delighted because Xiaoxiao really swallowed that spoonful of rice soup.

No one stopped Yang Ming after that, and they simply watched him feed Xiaoxiao the rice soup one spoonful at a time until the whole bowl was finished.

Xiaoxiao’s mother was too excited for words; her daughter had finally eaten something. She was now utterly convinced by Yang Ming, "Son-in-law, what do we do now?"

Yang Ming felt his wife’s body, still ice-cold. Simply covering her with blankets wouldn’t be enough, so he said, "Mom, boil some hot water. I think her body is too cold; let’s put her in hot water."

"Oh, oh, okay, I’ll go and boil the water right away."

The family began to prepare. Zhong Dalong had lost his previous anger as well, for only Yang Ming had a solution; they were completely out of ideas.

Soon the hot water was ready. The Zhong Family had a special bathing room where they could boil and add hot water continuously. Yang Ming carried his wife into the room.

"Son-in-law, shall I take over?" Xiaoxiao’s mother asked somewhat awkwardly.

"No need, Mom, I can handle it."

Seeing Yang Ming insist, everyone stopped objecting and left the room.

Yang Ming helped his wife undress and placed her into the bathing tub. Amid the steamy water, Xiaoxiao’s body finally began to warm up.

Yang Ming kept a close watch on the water temperature, adding more whenever it cooled, and as he looked at his wife with her eyes tightly closed, he whispered, "Wife, your hometown must be beautiful; you will finally be able to go back."