After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 72 - Malice Against Women
Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Malice Against Women
Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Malice Against Women
Su Yu saw his expression, wrapped her arms around her chest deliberately, and took deliberate steps toward him, a teasing smile curling on the corner of her lips, “What, are you afraid that I might really swallow you whole? Now that the entire village knows you are my husband, even if I make some small moves on you, it’s all within the bounds of propriety, isn’t it?”
Having said that, her eyes danced with playful teasing but also concealed a barely noticeable tenderness and protectiveness.
Jiang Ziling’s cheeks were flushed as if dyed by the evening sunset, the redness quickly spreading to the tips of his ears, and that shy manner was like a flower bud about to burst open in the morning light, irresistibly endearing.
Su Yu looked at his expression with a slight smile on her lips and a playful yet warm twinkle in her eyes.
She knew well that this prim yet pure embarrassment was the unique charm of Jiang Ziling.
However, considering his personality was not adept at handling jokes, she wisely chose to hold back her teasing to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. I understand the things you’re worried about. Right now, your body needs rest, and we only have one bed here. If we don’t share it, should I really let you lie on that hard table and suffer through a night of discomfort? When I have more money, I will definitely buy a new bed, and then, we will naturally be able to sleep separately, how about that?”
Su Yu’s words were full of understanding and consideration, easing Jiang Ziling’s worries gradually.
Upon hearing this, gratitude flashed in his eyes, and he could only nod slightly in agreement.
Indeed, under the current circumstances, it was the best arrangement.
With the decision made, Su Yu turned around and began to bustle about.
First, she carefully warmed the herbal medicine soup for Jiang Ziling to ensure that its effectiveness was fully utilized.
Then she lit the stove and started preparing breakfast.
She silently calculated the remaining silver coins, every penny had to be scrimped and saved to ensure they could eat and stay warm for the time being.
Relieved that she wouldn’t have to enter the perilous woods again anytime soon, Su Yu felt slightly comforted.
The unknown dangers of the forest far surpassed any secret realm she had explored with her master in her past life. Moreover, then she was fully equipped and under her master’s protection. In comparison, she was now alone and unfamiliar with the terrain; it wasn’t appropriate to act rashly.
Luckily, what they encountered was only a loner wild dog rather than a wolf pack. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Su Yu sent a silent prayer, hoping that Jiang Ziling’s leg would heal quickly.
Once he could walk, the two of them, together in the mountains, would not only be more familiar with the paths but also able to look out for each other, greatly enhancing the safety of their journey.
On the dining table, the breakfast Su Yu prepared was simple yet warm: a pot of fragrant vegetable porridge, a few tender boiled eggs, and crispy cucumber salad that emitted a refreshing homely scent.
However, Xiao Xixi, usually lively and gluttonous, had yet to wake up, curling up in bed, still asleep.
Su Yu approached quietly, intending to hold her in her arms like usual, but found the child’s body frighteningly hot to the touch.
Her heart tightened suddenly, and her mind raced with possibilities.
Could it be because she caught a chill during last night’s bath?
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In this scorching summer, she had carelessly put only a thin garment on the child and even played with her next to the bed, which was far too negligent.
“Xixi, Xixi…”
Su Yu’s voice was tender yet anxious as she kept calling her daughter’s name softly, trying to wake her.
Xixi barely opened her heavy eyelids, her blurry gaze revealing a hint of weakness, her petite mouth tightly shut, seemingly lacking the strength to speak, and soon she fell deep into sleep again.
All of this was witnessed by Jiang Ziling, who immediately sensed something was amiss, “What’s wrong?”
He asked with concern.
“She has a fever.”
Su Yu’s tone was full of worry, “We don’t have any fever-reducing medicine at home, I must go to town immediately to buy some. Finish your breakfast and take care of her here, remember to use a warm, wet towel to help bring her fever down, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Jiang Ziling agreed without hesitation, despite the fact that pain kept throbbing in his leg, the urgency and concern for Xixi’s illness instantly overwhelmed his own discomfort.
As he watched Su Yu hastily consume a bowl of porridge and was about to head out to find a horse, he suddenly realized a key problem.
He still didn’t know where Second Uncle Jiang lived and couldn’t provide her with precise directions.
Walking through the village on paths both familiar and strange, in the cool dew of the early morning, Su Yu was figuring out how to find a shortcut to the town.
She looked around, hoping to encounter a familiar face to ask for directions but then suddenly realized.
Although she had lived here for many years and recognized the warm smiles of her neighbors, their names were like fine sand in the wind, hard to grasp.
A sense of awkward embarrassment washed over her, making her smile bitterly.
With no other options, Su Yu decided to take a detour to Xie Qifen’s house to seek help.
It was a warm, modest farmyard, with freshly laundered clothes hanging at the front.
The faint scent of soap hinted at the diligence and good housekeeping of the woman of the house.
As soon as Su Yu set foot in Xie Qifen’s house, she noticed something was amiss.
Aunt Wang, who usually greeted everyone with a smile, was now hanging her head low, her long hair partially covering her face, shrouded in a repressive silence, and her footsteps seemed much heavier than usual.
An invisible tension filled the air, creating a sense of unease.
As she moved through the house, Su Yu tried to break the awkward silence with a casual tone, asking about the recent situation in Xie Qifen’s household, attempting to bridge the distance.
But before she had finished speaking, she suddenly noticed the bruises on Xie Qifen’s cheeks, varying in shades of severity.
They appeared to be a mix of new and old wounds, and the slight swelling around her eyes only added to her pitiable expression.
This unexpected discovery tightened Su Yu’s heart with concern.
“Auntie, what happened to you…”
Su Yu spoke with a tone filled with urgency and confusion, her worry rippling out like waves on the surface of a lake.
Xie Qifen initially tried to keep her composure, but under Su Yu’s persistent questioning, her defenses crumbled instantly.
Tears spilled down like pearls off a string, one by one.
She revealed the truth of the domestic abuse in disjointed sentences, her voice laced with pain and despair.
The pressure to carry on the family line, and the resulting unfair treatment, was like a heavy mountain pressing down on her, leaving her struggling to breathe.
Upon hearing this, anger surged within Su Yu, she couldn’t understand why in this era,
women still had to endure such unfair criticism and pain.
Her voice trembled with rage, her words filled with defiance against the unjust fate.
Her courage and forthrightness caught Xie Qifen’s attention.
In the face of Su Yu’s passionate words, a complex light flickered in Xie Qifen’s eyes.
It was envy and helplessness.
In an era where traditional views were deeply rooted, the status of women was as fragile as duckweed.
