Chapter 3: Your Man is Home

Shen Yuchu wiped her face and went home with her changed clothes.

As soon as she arrived, she saw a jeep parked in front of her house, the same jeep that had splattered dirt on her face earlier.

Their village was located near the town, not particularly remote.

But cars like that were rare, and it had covered her in dust.

Before Shen Yuchu could approach, Aunt Dong came over, “Your man is back.”

Shen Yuchu: “…” Give her a moment.

Before she even entered the house, she heard Shen Chunfen, pulling on the arm of a man in military uniform who was bending over, say: “What kind of wife did you marry? Just…just divorce her. I don’t want to see her.”

“Your sister took the sweet potatoes and peanuts from home and gave them away.”

“She even hit me! What is Shen Yuchu? Get rid of her, our Lin family can’t afford such a woman!”

“Tell her to get as far away as possible…ouch!”

“…”

Shen Yuchu’s face darkened, clenching the remaining money in her hand. She had planned to put it away after showering.

Now, it seemed she wouldn’t be giving it to them.

This old hag is so wicked!

After entering, Shen Yuchu’s expression was terrible. Before Lin Xuan could speak, she kicked over the stool beside him.

The force startled Shen Chunfen.

Shen Yuchu sat down, grabbed a handful of peanuts, and started eating.

Shen Chunfen pulled on her son’s hand, “Look, look, this is your wife! Look at her!”

Lin Xuan turned around, looking at Shen Yuchu. It was still the same face he remembered.

However, her eyes seemed unfamiliar to him.

Shen Yuchu threw the peanut shells at Shen Chunfen’s feet, then stepped on them, deliberately listening to the crunching sound.

Despite Shen Chunfen’s unpleasant appearance—droopy eyelids, downturned mouth, and a sharp tongue to match—her son didn’t resemble her at all. He looked exactly like his father.

Lin Xuan was handsome, tall (about 1.89 meters), with a neat short haircut, and most importantly, double eyelids and big eyes, a high nose bridge. He didn’t resemble his sister, Lin Hui, who looked very much like Shen Chunfen.

It seems the Lin daughters take after their mother, and the sons take after their father.

“Ugh!”

“Spit!” Shen Yuchu spat out a rotten peanut, directly onto the floor.

After spitting, she wiped her nose and grabbed some toilet paper to clean it.

Shen Chunfen immediately protested, “Oh, that’s toilet paper! I bought it, not for you to wipe your nose! There’s only a little left, and you waste it like this!

She complained to her son, “Look at your wife! She doesn’t know how to manage a household. She uses such a small amount of toilet paper to wipe her nose.

She doesn’t save anything and eats a lot. And when you ask her to do work, she squats for half an hour. Lazy people have a lot of needs.”

Shen Yuchu rolled her eyes at her mother-in-law. When did she use toilet paper? And what does she mean “all the time”?

The original Shen Yuchu didn’t dare to breathe in the house, alright?

The mother-in-law had her way with her.

Now, Shen Yuchu had just arrived, and hadn’t done anything yet, and she was already complaining.

Shen Yuchu stared at her mother-in-law, thinking: Complain away, I don’t want to live with your son anyway.

The more the better!

Seeing her son silent, Shen Chunfen assumed he agreed. She pulled his hand, “Xiao Xuan, did something urgent bring you home? If you’d come earlier, you could have seen your sister and your nephew…”

Shen Yuchu dug in her nose, rolled the booger into a ball, and flicked it towards Shen Chunfen’s mouth.

“Ah! What is that? Spit!” Shen Chunfen screamed.

Shen Yuchu shook her new cotton shoes, “What are you looking at her for? Look at how your elder sister carried sweet potatoes in a snakeskin bag from home! Or how she carried peanuts in a fertilizer bag!”

Shen Chunfen, emboldened by her son’s return, pointed at Shen Yuchu, “I tell you, stop talking nonsense.

Your sister married the son of the canned food factory manager, a city person. They don’t need our things!

Look at how stingy you are! Your sister took some sweet potatoes and peanuts, so what? It won’t hurt you to have less.”

Shen Yuchu looked at Lin Xuan: “You are…” (the original owner’s husband).

“What are you back for? If you’re here to help your mother and sister fight me, fine, let’s go!” Shen Yuchu rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender, white arms.

She’d just washed them.

The sudden chill from the wind made her shiver.

Lin Xuan quickly pulled her sleeves down, saying softly, “Go rest. I’ll handle Mom. I’ll talk to you later!”

Shen Yuchu’s face darkened, “Talk later? Why can’t you talk now? You’re just protecting your mother and sister, and I’m an outsider, right?

Fine, let’s file for divorce, right now. I’m not serving you anymore!”

With a CLANG, Shen Yuchu kicked over the basin she’d carried in from the bathroom.

This shocked Lin Xuan.

This wasn’t the Shen Yuchu he knew three years ago.

How did she become like this?

The old Shen Yuchu was gentle, kind, soft-spoken, and never loud. Even when she spoke, her voice was barely audible.

Shen Yuchu was as gentle and modest as her name implied, embodying the typical beauty of women in ancient dramas.

But…

But after three years, how did she become like this?

He’d only been home for fifteen minutes, and she’d already kicked over a stool and a basin, and thrown peanut shells at his mother.

And… why was she dressed so gaudily?

Lin Xuan looked at Shen Chunfen, “Mom, when did she become like this?”