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

He Zhan is twenty-three years old. This age is considered an older young man in ancient times, but in modern times he is just a college student who has just graduated two years ago. She cannot let him become a eunuch at such a young age.

He Zhan leaned over to her ear and kissed her earlobe: "Okay, I'll listen to you, madam. But I want to touch you now, what should I do?"

Song Huiling gently pushed him away with one hand: "I told you, I don't want children. If you can't bear it, just divorce me and marry another wife, okay?"

He Zhan was so angry that his teeth itched: "This won't work. This won't work either."

As he spoke, his fingertips slid from Song Huiling's delicate ear tip to her soft lips, stayed there for a moment, and pressed lightly with profound meaning.

Then he swam down to her waist, grabbed her uninjured wrist, and pressed her soft palm against his cheek, with an ambiguous smile in his eyes: "Then this should be okay, right?"

Song Huiling's heart trembled, and she wanted to pull her hand back, but He Zhan's big hand held it tightly, and her lips were pressed again by the fingertips of his other big hand.

"Mouth and hands, choose one for yourself." He Zhan looked at her leisurely, as if he didn't realize how obscene his words were.

Song Huiling felt like a lamb to be slaughtered at this moment. He Zhan's eyes were filled with desire and determination, and he would not allow her to utter a word of refusal.

The moment He Zhan opened his mouth to make the choice for her, Song Huiling quickly moved her right wrist tremblingly and closed her eyes in shame: "Hand, hand, hand! I'm the contestant!"

Next, Song Huiling spent an extremely long night.

She could not remember how it all started, she only knew that in the end she was so tired that she fell asleep, and her right hand was still held by someone to continue doing bad things.

Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear He Zhan laughing softly in her ear: "Why are you so naive?"

Then, he seemed to bring in a basin of hot water and washed her hands carefully. After finishing everything, he hugged her from behind and fell asleep, and gently kissed her hair: "I have brought Xu Xiang's family back. You stay in the city with me. When my duty is over in the next few days, I will take you to see them."

But Song Huiling's brain was too tired. Although she listened at the time, she forgot it as soon as she fell asleep.

The next day.

He Zhan got up early without disturbing Song Huiling.

He first asked Mrs. Li to help take care of Song Huiling before going on duty.

But not long after he left, Song Huiling also stood up.

Her mind was a little confused. He Zhan seemed to have told her something important last night, but she couldn't remember it.

After trying to recall the past to no avail, she gave up and concluded that she was dreaming.

It's unknown when the bathtub was moved away by He Zhan, leaving only the carved wooden table in the middle of the room.

Thinking of the scene where He Zhan forced himself on top of her yesterday, her ears started to feel hot again.

Tomorrow is the day agreed upon to sign the contract with Chen Fu. Logically, it would be most convenient for her to stay in the city for another night.

But the embarrassing things that happened yesterday made her unable to stay any longer. He Zhan was so durable that she didn't have enough energy to play with him.

She searched the main room and the side room, and finally found paper and pen. She left a note for He Zhan and hurried away.

When Mrs. Li entered the courtyard, she couldn't find Song Huiling anywhere. She only found a note on the carved wooden table in the main room.

She couldn't read and had no idea what the note meant. She didn't dare to delay and hurriedly took the note to find He Zhan.

"General He, is Miss He okay?" Mrs. Li stood aside, looking a little worried.

He Zhan stared at the words on the note, a helpless smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

What is written on it is: The wife couldn’t bear her husband’s burden, so she ran away and went home, leaving her husband without a care in the world!

He Zhan folded the note and put it in his arms. When he looked at Mrs. Li, he suppressed his smile and said, "Nothing happened. I just don't feel used to living in the city, so I'm going home."

He Zhan was in a very good mood today, like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Mrs. Li was old, so how could she not know what happened last night? She smiled and squinted her eyes and teased, "I'm afraid that General He made too much trouble yesterday and scared Miss He away."

He Zhan: “…”

Song Huiling ran back home as if he was escaping.

When I pushed open the door, the clucking sound of hens came into my ears.

A'mo was squatting on the ground chopping vegetable leaves. He looked up when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

When he saw it was Song Huiling, he grinned, but when his eyes fell on her hand that was wrapped like a rice dumpling, his smile froze again.

He put down the rusty kitchen knife in his hand, walked to Song Huiling, and was about to lift up her injured wrist to look at it carefully.

"It hurts, it hurts, Ah Mo, don't touch me!" Song Huiling retracted his left hand very stiffly, and handed the plaster in his right hand to Ah Mo, "Just hold this for me."

Yang came out of the kitchen with a pot of vegetable porridge, walked to the stone table and put the porridge down, then quickly walked to Song Huiling's side, frowning, staring at Song Huiling's left wrist: "Huiling, what happened? How come your hand became like this after just one night in the city?"

After applying the medicine and taking a nap, the redness and swelling on Song Huiling's face had almost disappeared. She could deceive him on the surface, but it was hard to explain why her hands were wrapped with silk cloth in circles.

"Mom, it's okay. I just accidentally broke my hand last night. I've already seen Doctor Yu. He said I should apply some ointment and rest for a month." Song Huiling lied without changing his expression.

Yang stared at Song Huiling, looking her up and down suspiciously, only to find that she had changed her clothes into a different set of clothes than the one she wore when she went into the city yesterday.

"What a wicked kid Ah Zhan is! I will definitely give him a good scolding when I see him!" Yang's eyes were filled with anger.

What on earth did her son do last night to make his daughter-in-law look like this? He showed no mercy to her at all!

Song Huiling had no idea what Yang was thinking, and she spoke up for He Zhan: "It has nothing to do with my husband. It was purely my carelessness. By the time he found out, it was too late."

Yang sighed in her heart. She had to scold him after all!

She helped Song Huiling walk to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down, and said, "In this case, you should rest well for a month and don't do any work until your injury is healed."

A'mo quickly put the plaster back into the house, ran back to the yard, and walked to the territory of the two old hens.

Yang put a pile of hay in the corner of the yard. A'mo went straight to the hay. The two old hens were frightened and ran to the side, flapping their wings.

A'mo reached out and felt around in the hay, and soon he felt two smooth, round objects that were still slightly warm.

He used both hands to take out the eggs from the haystack, one in each hand, ran to Song Huiling, raised the eggs and shook them, then hurried into the kitchen and boiled the eggs in hot water.

"Although Ah-Mo is young, he is considerate and sensible." Yang smiled with relief, then her expression became sad again, "It's a pity. Why did God take away his voice?"