Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder — I Rise to Female Lead Through Hard Work-Chapter 47: No Divorce, Only Widowhood

The bed creaked a little as Yi Roujing turned over, her entire body now at the edge, half of it hanging off the bed. The padded jacket on her had already fallen to the floor, so Ding Ancheng immediately moved over and pulled her back.

No wonder she glared at me before going to sleep. What kind of sleeping posture is that?

Ding Ancheng carefully got up, moving himself to the outer side of the bed, giving Yi Roujing the inner side against the wall, and generously draping most of the quilt over her.

Then he felt the familiar treatment he received last time – her hand pressing against him or her leg flung over his, but this time, without the quilt in between.

In the end, Ding Ancheng couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up, picked up the padded jacket, wrapped Yi Roujing in it, and covered her with a quilt. Of course, the final result was that Yi Roujing, wrapped in the jacket, sweetly ended up in Ding Ancheng’s arms.

Yi Roujing woke up from the heat, finding herself surrounded by what felt like a furnace. She opened her eyes to see Ding Ancheng’s harmlessly handsome, sleeping face.

The problem was, she was entirely encircled by the jacket, making her movements awkward. Plus, she was almost lying half on top of Ding Ancheng. The most critical question was how she ended up on the inner side of the bed. Her sleeping posture wasn’t great, but has it gotten so bad that she can cross mountains and rivers?

Yi Roujing squirmed to get up, only to discover that the jacket wasn’t simply wrapped around her—it was buttoned up from behind. She didn’t do this last night, did she?

As soon as Yi Roujing moved, Ding Ancheng opened his eyes.

Though she couldn’t rise, she could roll easily. Yi Roujing managed to roll half a turn inward, lying face down, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself from the jacket.

Ding Ancheng appreciated his handiwork, all the buttons done up and the sleeves tied in a knot behind Yi Roujing. Seeing her struggle fiercely, he kindly stepped forward to untie them.

Yi Roujing, free at last, immediately flipped over and sat up, scolding, "You did this."

Ding Ancheng nodded, "I was afraid you’d do something bad to me."

Yi Roujing was exasperated to laughter, "What could I possibly do to you?"

"You really have no idea? You look very different asleep than when you’re awake," Ding Ancheng suddenly extended his right arm, showing a red mark on the inside, with even an imprint of some hair strands.

Ding Ancheng slowly rotated his arm, his brow slightly furrowed, feeling rather numb.

"You put your hand under my neck yourself, didn’t you?" Yi Roujing laughed angrily.

Ding Ancheng chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. He extended his right hand, presenting his wrist right under Yi Roujing’s eyes, "Do you have any memory of these marks?"

There was a semi-circle of grip marks on his wrist, and two scratch marks on the back of his hand. Yi Roujing was shocked. She couldn’t believe it as she picked up her own hand. Did she do this? She had no memory of it, yet it didn’t stop the unease and guilt from creeping over her face because there were only the two of them in the room.

Ding Ancheng seemed satisfied, briskly got up and started dressing, but even though the shirt’s sleeves could cover his wrists, they couldn’t hide the scratches on the back of his hand. Yi Roujing felt somewhat apologetic.

"Sorry, I’ll just go squeeze in with Anmin tonight," Yi Roujing said in a low voice.

"It’s one thing for someone as rough as me, but you would want to torment Anmin?" Ding Ancheng raised an eyebrow, "She’s got delicate skin, you leave a scar with just a little force, and you’ll be responsible for that."

Yi Roujing’s expression stiffened, clearly not up for that, "Then... I’ll just tell Mom now to get us another quilt."

"A couple using two quilts, I’m afraid if you say that, it’ll worry your parents." Ding Ancheng responded.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Yi Roujing asked, a bit frustrated.

"It’s your problem, so of course, you should slowly change it yourself." Ding Ancheng said, matter-of-factly, then opened the door and left.

In the courtyard.

"Mom, are you done? I’ll take one to Mr. Qi and a few quail eggs too." Ding Anmin said, looking at the plucked quail in the yard.

"Yep, have Anguo go with you." Li Hongying said, then the siblings picked up the basket and prepared to sneak over to the cowshed.

"Hey, wait for me, I’ll come too." Yi Roujing came out the door, not wanting to face Ding Ancheng right now.

"I’ll go too." Ding Ancheng echoed, "You two don’t need to go."

The team remained two, just completely changed.

All along the way, Yi Roujing walked with her head down, kicking at the stones, looking dispirited.

"I’m the victim here, and you’re the one looking aggrieved." Ding Ancheng glanced at Yi Roujing.

"I am not aggrieved." Yi Roujing retorted, looking up, but when her eyes met Ding Ancheng’s, she shifted her gaze, "By the way, don’t you have anything to say to me?"

"About what?"

"About our marriage. I was wrong back then. If you want to return to how things were, you can..."

"You want a divorce." Ding Ancheng’s sharp eyes scanned Yi Roujing, staring at her.

"I mean, everyone goes their own way, so you don’t have to suffer my torment, I..." Yi Roujing slowly grew uneasy under Ding Ancheng’s gaze.

"You insisted I marry you back then, and now you want a divorce. In just a few months, you want me to go from being single to divorced, under the guise of it being for my good." Ding Ancheng sneered.

Yi Roujing felt even more guilty.

"Sorry, for me, divorce doesn’t exist unless it’s due to being widowed." Ding Ancheng said calmly, looking at Yi Roujing.

Yi Roujing trembled a bit, disbelief in her eyes, her face pale, "What, what did you say?"

"I won’t get a divorce."

"Not that part."

Ding Ancheng noticed Yi Roujing’s expression was off, stepped forward and touched her forehead, "What’s wrong?"

The concern in Ding Ancheng’s eyes didn’t seem fake, and Yi Roujing steadied herself a bit, calming down, "You said you wouldn’t divorce, only be widowed, who have you said that to before?"

Ding Ancheng’s frown deepened, "Did I scare you?"

"Which place did you go to when you headed south before?" Yi Roujing asked Ding Ancheng.

"Shenzhen." Ding Ancheng honestly replied, "Interacting between schools, it was a business trip, I wanted to see it for myself."

Actually, apart from wanting to see the developments outside, Ding Ancheng also harbored thoughts of avoiding his newlywed wife during this trip, but he wasn’t dumb enough to say that aloud.

"What’s wrong with you? You reacted intensely to the word ’widowed.’" Ding Ancheng regretted it a bit, "I really just meant no divorce."

"I’ve never said anything like that before, sorry for scaring you. I won’t say it again." Ding Ancheng sincerely apologized.

Yi Roujing watched him intently; she knew Ding Ancheng wouldn’t push her. But in the book, Ding Ancheng was widowed, wasn’t he?

"Was there something hidden when you fell into the water before?" Ding Ancheng asked gravely, since recently, nothing had come up except for that issue.