After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Song Huiling stood there for a long time, not knowing what to do. It wasn't that she wanted to show off her strength, but she was thinking that He Zhan was going to push the cart. If he carried her on his back, she wouldn't be able to bear it without her hands to hold the back, and she wouldn't be able to bear it relying on her own strength to hang on him.

Just as she was hesitating, He Zhan's strong arm passed through her legs, and with his other hand he grabbed her arm, lifting her up to sit on his shoulders: "Hold on!"

Song Huiling's breathing stagnated and she was almost scared to death. As He Zhan got up from the ground, she hurriedly put her arms around his neck for support.

He Zhan carried her up. There was no hunch on his back, nor any sound of disordered breathing. It was as if a light feather was sitting on his shoulder.

Song Huiling was originally worried about falling, but He Zhan's shoulders were broad and strong, and one of his arms was tightly wrapped around her legs. Even if she didn't wrap her arms around his neck, as long as she didn't move around, she wouldn't fall.

She suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken, her face blushed, and she asked unnaturally, "Is it convenient for you to push the cart like this?"

He Zhan freed his hand to grab the handle of the cart, pushed the cart steadily forward, and answered her question with his action.

Even though he was pushing the cart and carrying her at the same time, Song Huiling didn't feel the bumps at all. She simply stopped talking and just held He Zhan's neck obediently.

Along the way, He Zhan never complained of being tired, and he didn't even breathe a breath. When they arrived at Yuntun Village, Song Huiling thought that it was basically uphill from the village gate to home, and it would be difficult for He Zhan to push the cart with her on his back, so she insisted on getting off and walking by herself.

When they were almost home, Song Huiling saw from afar a skinny old lady with a blue scarf wrapped around her head lying at the door of the He family, eavesdropping with her ear pressed against the crack of the door.

"Grandma Wu, what are you doing at my doorstep?" He Zhan interrupted.

When the old woman saw him coming, she ran over, raised her hands and slapped her thighs, and said, "Zhan Wa, it's bad, something happened in your family!"

He Zhan frowned, put down the cart, and walked quickly towards the gate. Granny Wu followed him and kept whispering in his ear: "I don't know what happened to your mother. She was working in the fields with me in the morning, but when she came home at noon, she acted like she was having a seizure, circling the whole village for several times. When I asked her what happened, she wouldn't tell me, and she locked herself in the house. She didn't respond even when I called her. I had no choice but to continue working in the fields. Now, when I came back after finishing my work, the gate was still locked. I heard something like crying inside, but I couldn't make out anything when I got closer."

Song Huiling stood there motionless, his eyebrows throbbing, and he touched his nose guiltily.

Granny Wu was following behind He Zhan. She suddenly turned around, glared at her fiercely, and spat loudly: "Bah! Maybe it's you, a sickly person, who's to blame!"

As she said this, she turned around and tugged at He Zhan's sleeve. "Grandma told your mother a long time ago that she should find a wife who is strong and capable of working. My niece Fatty is a good choice. But she refused to listen and brought a sickly girl home to serve her. Not only is she good-looking but useless, she also makes the house a mess!"

Song Huiling rolled her eyes. Today's incident was her fault and she admitted it. But what did Grandma Wu mean by praising and criticizing others?

He Zhan paused and looked at Grandma Wu seriously: "Grandma, it's not the place for outsiders to comment on my family affairs."

Granny Wu's face suddenly changed. She pointed her finger at He Zhan and trembled a few times. She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, you think you're great just because you're a general, right? Have you forgotten what you did when you were a kid and stood in front of my house and threatened to be eaten? If we weren't neighbors, who would care about your little business?"

He Zhan turned around and left. He had never been so shy as to ask for food at her doorstep. It was just that one time when he was so hungry that he saw stars, he passed by her gate and smelled the meaty aroma for a second longer. She scolded him harshly, "You little bastard without a father, get out of here!"

He thought about his mother being a widow and didn't want to ruin the relationship between the neighbors because of him, so he endured it at that time. Now he would not say a word to her. It's shameful for a grown man to quarrel with a shrew!

He Zhan could tolerate it, but Song Huiling couldn't. She got angry just by listening to it. Why couldn't He Zhan's perverted villain nature erupt at this moment and slap the old rascal to death?

So, when Granny Wu came over and stared at the things in the cart with sparkling eyes, Song Huiling crossed her arms over her chest, imitated the demeanor of a shrew quarreling, rolled her eyes fiercely to the sky, and said with disgust: "Don't be shy to look at my things here."

The way she spoke and the tone of her voice really made her want to be beaten. Granny Wu really had a strong urge to slap her, but as soon as she raised her hand, Song Huiling weakly held her forehead and said, "Anyway, I'm a sickly person and I won't live long. If I slap you, you'll have to pay for your life with me!"

Granny Wu gritted her teeth and put her hands down, opening her mouth to curse, but Song Huiling made a silencing gesture to her again, blinked her eyes, and said in an innocent yet infuriating tone: "I have a bad heart, and I can't stand being scolded."

Seeing that Granny Wu was speechless, Song Huiling raised her hand and pointed in the direction where He Zhan left, and deliberately lowered her voice and said, "My husband has a bad temper. Be careful not to piss off his wife. He might kill you!"

Granny Wu was so angry that she was breathing heavily through her nostrils. He Zhan was no longer the little bastard who could be easily killed. There was no need for her to fall out with the He family over a sickly boy. She glared at Song Huiling fiercely, stomped back to her own yard, cursed him under her breath as a "short-lived ghost", and slammed the door shut.

The gate of the He family's courtyard was closed and probably bolted. He Zhan pushed it but couldn't open it. Then he knocked hard a few more times and called out "A Niang" a few times, but there was still no response from inside. He became anxious and took a few steps back without caring about anything else. Then he stepped forward and slammed the door open with his body.

The dull sound of the door breaking made Song Huiling close her eyes subconsciously. Could it be that He Zhan was made of iron? Was he not afraid of the pain?

He Zhan broke into the room and quickly locked onto Yang, who was sitting in front of the main room door crying with her face covered. She was shaking all over from crying, but no sound could be heard outside the yard.

"Mother!" He Zhan called her, and Yang raised her head with difficulty. Her eyes were red and swollen from tears, and it was unknown how long she had been crying.

He Zhan took a big step forward, squatted in front of Yang, grabbed her arms, frowned and said, "Mother, what happened?"

With a cry, Yang finally burst into tears. She held He Zhan's arms tightly with both hands and cried out in grief: "Ah Zhan, mother lost your wife! I searched the whole village but couldn't find her. I'm so sorry!"

He Zhan had already gone through a struggle in his mind and was mentally prepared to face anything, but after hearing what Yang said, the words of comfort were instantly stuck in his throat.

Song Huiling's household registration had long been registered under the name of the He family. Without a pass, she could not leave Qianzhong at all. Moreover, she was already an adult, how could she be left behind so easily? His mother's worries were really unreasonable.

Yang continued to cry and said, "Tell me, did Hui Ling secretly run away with his lover?"