After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

Erya's face was like a color palette, blue and purple, her cheeks were swollen, and she was standing at the door, staggering.

What's not to understand?

Lin Yan's face turned pale with anger, and anger was like a fire burning in her chest.

Seeing Erya come out, Wang San still wanted to continue doing trouble.

Lin Yanyu shouted, "Shut up!"

Then, he stepped forward and supported Arya.

She stared at Wang San with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said word by word: "According to Article 236 of the Jing Dynasty Law, anyone who forces a woman shall be punished with thirty strokes of the cane and two years' imprisonment! If the woman is married, the punishment shall be doubled! Sixty strokes of the cane and four years' imprisonment!"

"Wang San, do you know this law?"

Wang San just thought that this young lady had a beautiful figure and a nice voice, but now he felt that her voice was like a knife that scraped his liver and gallbladder.

The triangular eyes rolled, knowing that he would not get any good results, so he said: "Since Miss Lin is here as a guest, I will leave first. Erya, you should take good care of your injuries, and your husband will come to take care of you in a few days."

After Wang San left, Erya couldn't help covering her face and crying bitterly.

Lin Yanyu patted her back sadly and said seriously, "Aunt Fatty, Sister Erya, a man like Wang San will definitely not let it go. Report to the police."

"No! You can't report it to the police." Auntie Pang said repeatedly with trembling lips, "You can't report it to the police, Yanyu, you can't report it to the police. If you report it to the police, Erya will be finished."

People in the world put heavy shackles on women's chastity, saying that it is a small matter for a woman to starve to death, but the worst thing is to lose her chastity.

But Lin Yanyu wanted to ask why?

Why can men have three wives and four concubines and be surrounded by girls, but women must be generous and virtuous?

Why can men sleep with prostitutes and live a life of luxury, but women have to die if they lose their virginity?

Why can men go to all walks of life and engage in all kinds of work, while women have to be trapped behind walls?

But she knew that this... was the way the world was.

Lin Yanyu returned home in a daze. She picked up Snowball, who was running towards her with his head shaking. She touched Snowball's little ears blankly and said sadly, "Snowball, tell me... Why is it so difficult to be a woman in this world?"

Snowball naturally had no idea what his owner was talking about. He opened his round little black eyes, stuck out his little tongue to lick the mistress's white and tender fingertips, and shook his head like a dancing lion.

Lin's mother returned home after noon and saw her daughter sleeping in the sun on a rattan chair in the yard, holding a fluffy white ball. She tiptoed into the room, took out a thin blanket and covered her daughter.

"Mom, you're back." Lin Yanyu rubbed her eyes and said sweetly.

"It was mom who woke you up. Where did this little white dog come from? It looks really rare."

Lin Yanyu felt uneasy, her eyes flickered, and she said weakly, "My daughter doesn't know either. She found it at the doorstep, and no one came to look for it all morning. I guess it was thrown away on purpose or it has no owner."

"Tsk, this puppy is so handsome, and someone is missing him. Don't you love these little furry things the most? Then let's keep him for now."

Mother Lin held Snowball by the scruff of the neck, ignoring his struggle as he dug his legs and shook his head. She looked left and right and said with a smile, "This little thing is quite naughty."

"Send the flowers to your fat aunt. Your sister Erya will be married in half a month. Although her husband's family is not far away, you should go to her more often and talk to her when you have time."

"mother……"

Lin Yanyu opened her mouth to speak, and closed her lips several times, but as this concerned a woman's reputation, she finally kept silent and said nothing.

Two days later, Lin Yanyu brought her newly made osmanthus cake and went to Aunt Pang's house to visit Erya and talk to her.

As soon as she went out, she saw He Zhiyuan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, preparing to knock on her door.

"Sister Yanyu!"

Lin Yanyu was startled and sighed secretly: "Mr. He... is there something wrong?"

"Yanyu, you used to call me brother Zhiyuan, why are you so distant now?" He Zhiyuan smiled gently and said, "This won't do. We're going to get engaged in a few days, and this won't do."

Seeing that Lin Yanyu was still looking at him in silence, he said helplessly: "Are you angry because of the recent events in the Yin family?"

"I was afraid that you would think too much, so I canceled the appointment today and came here to explain to you. Don't blame my mother, she has no intention of canceling the engagement. She did go out with the Yin family mother and daughter a few times recently, but it was not as the rumors said."

As he spoke, he grabbed Lin Yanyu's hands and said helplessly: "Don't you understand how I feel about you? Even if Yin Jiaqi is the princess, I will not change my feelings for you."

Lin Yanyu stared at He Zhiyuan with her eyes fixed, thinking sadly in her heart, no matter how much you, He Zhiyuan, love me, but after weighing the pros and cons, you still accepted none of the concubines given by your superiors, the prostitutes sent by your friends, and the beauties presented by your subordinates.

"I know. I don't blame my aunt. It's okay. I'll leave first."

Lin Yanyu wanted to push away He Zhiyuan's hand that was tightly grasping her, but he held it even tighter.

"Yanyu, don't be like this. I will ask my mother to apologize to you. Don't be angry, okay?"

Lin Yanyu sighed deeply, "I really don't blame my aunt, Erya is waiting for me, can you let me go first?"

Unexpectedly, He Zhiyuan said, "Yanyu, I can let you go, but listen to my advice, don't associate with Liu Erya anymore. As a woman, her reputation... is not very good. I have heard a little bit about it in the academy recently."

Lin Yanyu's anger rose to her throat, "Why does Sister Erya have a bad reputation?"

"Tell me, why does she have a bad reputation?"

He Zhiyuan was shocked by her unreasonable anger. He had never seen Lin Yanyu so angry before, and he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

"Sir, you said that starving to death is a minor matter, but losing one's chastity is a major matter. When a woman loses her virginity..." Seeing that Lin Yanyu looked very unhappy, he changed the subject and said, "That's not what I said either."

"And when I passed by here just now when I came to see you, I saw that her fiancé's family had broken off the engagement with her."

Lin Yanyu stared at He Zhiyuan with cold eyes, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

"He Zhiyuan, let's call off our marriage. I don't think we are suitable."

"No, I won't allow it. If you don't like to hear this, I won't say it again. It's my fault. I came to see you and said you don't like to hear it."

He Zhiyuan was nervous and scared. He hugged Lin Yanyu tightly regardless of her struggle and said seriously, "Yanyu, I will never say anything you don't like again, but you promise me not to scare me with these words in the future, okay?"

Before Lin Yanyu could break free, she heard the sound of the neighbor's door from afar, as if the neighbor was about to go out.

He Zhiyuan let her go in an instant and whispered, "Yanyu, I will punish me however you want after we get engaged. Wait for me on October 6th."

Only after He Zhiyuan left did Lin Yanyu come to her senses. It was October 6th, and there were still seven days left.

Before I reached Aunt Pang's house, I heard loud crying and a group of people gathered at the door, pointing and talking about something.

"Er Ya, my dearest sweetheart, why are you so stupid! Why are you so stupid!"

"Your father passed away early, and you left me, an old woman, behind. How can mother live? How can I live?"

Lin Yanyu hurried forward and after seeing the situation clearly, the basket in her hand rolled down, and the white cakes decorated with osmanthus flowers were scattered all over the ground, with no one paying attention to them.

The living person who had spoken to her only days before now lay on the ground, eyes wide open, tongue hanging from his chin.

The half-open door and a rope hanging on the beam were swaying gently in the wind.