Chapter 8

After watching Zhao Jianguo’s farce and returning home, Song Ruan realized that she had forgotten to give the broth to Yang Bin.

The next morning, Song Ruan woke up before daybreak. She simply didn’t want to sleep and went to Yang Bin’s house with the warmed broth.

Yang Bin’s home is on the south side of the village. The area in the south is open and the educated youth site is built nearby. When Song Ruan went there, he was seen by Zhao Jianguo, who was on duty and got up early to cook.

“Song Ruan…” Zhao Jianguo sounded surprised when he saw Song Ruan, thinking that she was looking for him.

However, Song Ruan ignored him and walked straight to the door of the house opposite and stopped. That was Yang Bin’s home.

Zhao Jianguo was furious. He felt betrayed. He put down his work and followed him angrily.

“Song Ruan!” Zhao Jianguo’s face was gloomy.

Seeing him coming, Song Ruan frowned: “What do you want?”

“Who are you looking for? Yang Bin?” Zhao Jianguo asked. Seeing the lunch box in her hand, his eyes widened. “Are you here to bring him food?”

Hearing his self-righteous tone, Song Ruan said impatiently: “Who am I coming here to talk to you about? What am I coming here for? What does it have to do with you?”

Zhao Jianguo grabbed her wrist and said angrily, “Oh, are you interested in that Yang Bin?”

Song Ruan nodded: “Yes, I just like him, what does it have to do with you?”

Zhao Jianguo felt sour all over his body, and it was more uncomfortable than the beating last night: “You fickle slut, what do you like about him? Can his strong body satisfy you?”

He knew Yang Bin, who was tall, mighty, and strong. So, even though he was poor, had a sick mother and a sister who was a burden, there were still many girls who liked him openly or secretly.

“Are you sick? Let go, you’re hurting me.” Song Ruan struggled.

“I won’t let go!” Zhao Jianguo said sinisterly, “Song Ruan, listen to me, Yang Bin is not suitable for you. Think about it, he looks so fierce, and it’s obvious that he will hit you. If he hits you, you won’t be able to withstand his punch.”

When Song Ruan heard him confuse right and wrong, she said angrily, “He won’t hit me, and he’s not fierce. He’s a gentle and capable person. People who commit domestic violence are people like you who look modest but are actually selfish and incompetent, and only prove their ability by beating their wives.”

“How could I commit domestic violence…Ah!!” Zhao Jianguo screamed before he could finish his words.

It’s Yang Bin!

Zhao Jianguo felt like his arm was about to be crushed: “Let go…let go!”

Yang Bin’s eyes were as dark as ink: “Don’t touch her in the future, okay?”

“Zhizhizhi, I get it. I won’t touch her anymore. You, you let go!” Zhao Jianguo was in so much pain that tears came out.

Yang Bin then slowly loosened his hand, and Zhao Jianguo ran away as soon as he was free, as if there was a ghost chasing him.

Yang Bin took Song Ruan’s hand and found a circle of dazzling red and purple on her tender white wrist, just like the finest jade, stained with a flaw.

Yang Bin suddenly regretted having let Zhao Jianguo off so easily.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, with a look of deep heartache on his face.

Song Ruan bent her eyes and put her hand to his mouth: “It hurts, just blow it for me.”

Yang Bin grasped the white little hand beside his mouth, and found it to be soft as if it had no bones. He paused and said, “Come in, I’ll apply the medicine for you.”

Song Ruan giggled: “No need to apply medicine, it doesn’t hurt much, I was just fooling you.”

Walking through the yard, before reaching the door, Song Ruan smelled the scent of Chinese medicine.

“Why do you need to boil Chinese medicine so early in the morning?”

Hearing this, Yang Bin’s expression dimmed: “My mother was not feeling well last night, and the doctor prescribed medicine for her.”

When Yang Bin’s sister Yang Moer came out, she happened to hear her brother’s calm description, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Her mother’s condition last night was more than just discomfort. The barefoot doctor in the village came and said there was nothing he could do. Later, her brother went to the village head’s house to borrow an ox cart and went to the town to invite a doctor to come and see her.

The doctor said that her mother was seriously ill and might not live long.

“Ahem…Who is coming?” A weak female voice came from the room.

Yang Moer replied: “It’s my brother’s friend.”

Upon hearing this, Song Ruan stepped into the house.

A thin woman, who looked to be in her thirties, was lying on the kang in the room. Her facial features were delicate and gentle to begin with, and her sickly complexion made her look even more frail.

“Good morning, Aunt Yang. I’m Song Ruan.” Song Ruan handed over the lunch box in her hand. “I’m here to deliver some meat. It’s the pheasant that Brother Yang Bin caught yesterday. I stewed it into chicken soup. Would you like some, Aunt Yang?”

Yang Moer, who followed behind, wiped her tears and said, “My mother can’t eat now.”

If he could still eat, he wouldn’t say that his time is running out.

The person on the bed smiled gently: “Give it to me, let me try it.”

When Yang Moer heard that her mother was willing to eat, her eyes immediately lit up: “Then I’ll go get a bowl and a spoon.”

After saying that, he ran to the kitchen and came back with a bowl and a spoon.

Song Ruan took the bowl: “Let me serve it.”

Although the chicken soup was originally cooked with diluted Yuquan water, she still took the opportunity to add some Yuquan water into the soup.

In the dream, Yang Bin’s mother should have passed away soon, so her body should have accumulated a lot of toxins. She was afraid that there was too little Yuquan water and it would be useless for her current body.

Yang Bin’s mother half leaned back and drank her soup, talking to Song Ruan: “Bin’er is a good child. He has been dragged down by the bad elements in his family over the years, and also by my weak body.”

“Brother Yang Bin is indeed a very good person.” Song Ruan nodded, without stopping her hands, and continued to feed her soup.

Yang Bin’s mother took another sip of soup and smiled gently: “If I go, that’s good too. Without my burden, he will be able to live a good life soon…”

Before she could finish her words, Yang Bin’s mother’s face froze and she held her stomach, as if she was in unbearable pain.

“Mom!” Yang Bin and his sister stepped forward immediately.

“Mom is fine…” Yang Bin’s mother wanted them to be at ease, but before she could say that, she covered her stomach and was in so much pain that she couldn’t speak.

Yang Moer asked anxiously: “What on earth did you give my mother to drink?!”

“I…” Song Ruan was also confused. Isn’t Yuquan water good for the body? Why…

“Hurry…” Yang Bin’s mother suddenly stretched out her hand to them, “Help me to the toilet.”

It took a long time for Yang Bin’s mother to come out of the toilet, but after coming out, she looked much better and didn’t need anyone’s support.

She looked bright: “I feel much better.”

Yang Moer said worriedly, “Could it be a last gasp… Hmm.”

Before she could finish her words, her brother covered her mouth and made her swallow the rest of the words.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

But his expression was just as worried. After all, his mother had just had such a severe stomachache that anyone would think something was wrong.

But Song Ruan knew that it was the Yuquan water that was working.