Chapter 201: Let Her Sleep With You From Now On

Hu Yao was unaware of Jiang Han’s displeasure and his intention to return early.

The paralyzed Mrs. Li, her neighbor, had passed away in the past two days.

Although Li Zhuangzhi wasn’t good to women, he still had some filial piety towards his mother.

He scraped together some money and held a small funeral for Mrs. Li.

He had been counting on Hu Yao, crying and begging her to “lend” him some money, asking her to pity him and Mrs. Li for the sake of their past relationship.

The Li family, without Lin Zhaodi, whom they often called unlucky and worthless, was becoming increasingly chaotic.

Hu Yao didn’t want to get entangled with him, and no matter how much he begged, she refused to lend him any money. If Li Zhuangzhi borrowed money from her, he would most likely use it for gambling and drinking, not for a grand funeral for Mrs. Li.

Li Zhuangzhi, feeling ashamed and angry, seeing that Jiang Han wasn’t around, started to scold her, still holding a grudge against Hu Yao for what happened to Lin Zhaodi.

He pointed at Hu Yao and said that Mrs. Li’s death was her fault and that Mrs. Li’s ghost wouldn’t let her go.

Hu Yao pursed her lips, grabbed the small shovel that Jiang Xiaochao used to shovel cow dung for the calf, and chased him away, slamming the door shut.

Du Ximei, who was prone to sleepiness during her pregnancy, was still sleeping in the room with Jiang Fuheng. The commotion didn’t wake her. Hu Yao put away the shovel, went back to the room, took a look, and went to the kitchen to wash rice and cook.

Jiang Xiaochao, with his calf and puppy, had gone to play with the other children in the village and hadn’t returned yet.

Just as Hu Yao was about to finish cooking, the sound of Jiang Han’s scolding came from outside.

Jiang Han had returned and was beating Jiang Xiaochao.

Hu Yao was surprised and went out to open the door.

“You little bastard, why didn’t you put one on your own head!”

“And you brought it home to put on your mother’s head? Don’t be so filial! I’ll make you wear it properly today!”

Jiang Xiaochao was still uncomprehending and wronged, “Why are you hitting me again?”

His father had just come home and caught him, grabbing him and beating him. It was so annoying.

Hu Yao heard his wronged cries and was about to intervene, but the next second, she saw two white paper flowers in his small hand.

Mrs. Li had passed away, and there were white papers and white paper flowers scattered all over the house and outside.

Jiang Xiaochao thought they were pretty, so he picked up several and put them on his calf and puppy. The rest he was going to take home to put on Hu Yao.

“……”

Hu Yao remained silent for several seconds, then stepped forward, holding Jiang Han’s arm, and choked out, “Okay, he doesn’t really understand.”

“This little bastard just likes to play with these things. He’s always afraid that I and you won’t go into the ground early!” Jiang Han hit Jiang Fuchao’s butt hard twice before letting go of his hand, following her movements.

“Unlucky thing.”

Jiang Xiaochao pouted, covering his sore little butt, and under Jiang Han’s scolding and beating, he took off the white paper flowers from his puppy and calf.

Du Ximei was at the Jiang family, and Song Sikai came to pick her up, arriving a few steps behind Jiang Han.

When he arrived, he saw Jiang Xiaochao so wronged and guessed that he had been beaten by Jiang Han again. Perhaps because he was about to become a father himself, he sighed and spoke up for Jiang Xiaochao.

“Brother, just stop hitting him. He’s not going to change anyway. We should probably try to reason with him.”

“Jiang Fuchao, pick up those flowers you threw and put them on your uncle’s head.” Jiang Han said calmly.

Jiang Xiaochao’s little hand paused, hesitantly looking at Song Sikai, then nodded, and ran to the door of the Li family to pick up a few fresh ones for him.

Song Sikai: “…”

“Uncle Sikai, do you want some more?”

“Get lost!” Song Sikai kicked him on his little butt unceremoniously.

Jiang Xiaochao was very wronged, feeling that both Jiang Han and Song Sikai were annoying. He ran back to complain to Hu Yao and Du Ximei, talking for a long time in front of his brother.

Hu Yao was helpless. After dinner, she patiently told him that he couldn’t pick up things randomly in the future, that not everything could be picked up.

“Dad said that Mom was also picked up by him on the road.” Jiang Xiaochao said.

“You paid for it, how can it be called picking up?” Jiang Han slapped him on the back of the head.

Hu Yao also got annoyed and hit him, telling him to stop saying these things to Jiang Xiaochao.

Her strength was not painful to Jiang Han, but he narrowed his eyes at her, not in a good mood, pointing to the many things Du Ximei had left behind in the house: “Why didn’t you go back with Du Ximei? Let her sleep with you from now on!”

He suddenly changed the subject.

Hu Yao paused, not quite understanding why he was even jealous of Du Ximei, she had never seen Song Sikai act like this.

” …Then I’ll go.” Hu Yao said slowly.

“You want to go just because I told you to? When did you become so obedient? See if Song Sikai will discount you!” Jiang Han grabbed her and pulled her back, as if he was amused, he circled her in his arms and pressed her down.

“You told me to go!”

“I told you to go, so you go? When did you become so obedient? See if Song Sikai will discount you!” Jiang Han looked down at her, not in a good mood.

They hadn’t seen each other for ten days and a half month, and she seemed to have gained some weight. She had been eating and playing well without him at home!

It was different when he was at home with her during her confinement month. She didn’t like to eat anything, ate less than a cat, and lost more than a few pounds. Even then, she had to feed Jiang Fuheng.

Was he affecting her appetite while he was at home or something?

“You’ve lost weight.” His gaze moved away from her face, his hand went down to her belly, he pinched it twice, frowning, the flesh on her belly was indeed less.

“I haven’t lost weight.” Hu Yao blushed slightly, grabbing his hand that was wandering around on her body, reminding him that Jiang Xiaochao was still watching.

Jiang Han glanced at Jiang Fuchao, who was happily and focused on grabbing the things he had bought, and clicked his tongue, rubbing her waist again.

“We’ll check properly at night.”

He was extremely inappropriate, his eyes darkened when he spoke to her.

From her late pregnancy to now, they had not been together for a long time–>>

They moved in together, and although he was a bit of a rogue and couldn’t help but make advances towards her, he didn’t really touch her.

Now, his eyes, filled with blatant and dangerous desire, seemed to be on the verge of losing control. Hu Yao’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she avoided his gaze, refusing to look at him.

Jiang Xiaochao hadn’t noticed the undercurrents between them. He was happily munching on the specialty pastries that Jiang Han had brought back, completely forgetting about his dad beating him up earlier.

“Dad, I missed you so much when you weren’t home.” He said to Jiang Han in a babyish voice, his mouth still chewing on the pastry.

“You missed my ass, don’t be ridiculous.” Jiang Han didn’t care about his son’s affection. This little rascal only thought of his dad when he needed something done.

“I did miss you.” Jiang Xiaochao hummed, and just as Jiang Han had thought, he had a lot of things he wanted Jiang Han to do for him.

After they installed a phone in the house, he was fascinated. He learned that he could also talk to Jiang Han. Hu Yao didn’t call Jiang Han very often, but he memorized the number and called him every day, chattering away on the phone, completely oblivious to the cost of phone calls, until Jiang Han hung up in annoyance.