Chapter 69: The Same

Song Sikai told him about Lin Zhaodi, saying that Jiang Fuchao said she was scared silly. He wanted to see if she would really be scared silly this time, but she came back before finishing her work, arriving home in the middle of the night.

“Lin Zhaodi killed someone, not you, why are you so scared?” Seeing her frightened look, he softened his tone, pulling her into his arms and patting her back awkwardly.

“She, she climbed over the wall, holding a knife, with intestines wrapped around her neck…”

He usually frowned at her and spoke harshly, but at this moment, in his broad embrace, she felt inexplicably secure, and she spoke in a stammer.

“What happened then?” Jiang Han looked down at her rare softness and obedience, a complex, tingling emotion running through his heart.

“She said a lot of things, and she smashed the window of our room, then…” she whispered.

Talking about that night again in front of him, under his calm and indifferent demeanor, looking back, it didn’t seem so frightening anymore.

“You’re a grown woman, Jiang Fuchao is fine, and you’re scared like this!” After listening, Jiang Han didn’t feel much, looking at her with disdain.

Hu Yao pursed her lips, not speaking. He wasn’t there to see it firsthand, he didn’t feel the atmosphere, of course he wouldn’t be scared! Not to mention her, other villagers now talk about that night with chills.

“That woman is crazy and bold, she dared to climb over the wall and smash my window! What are you afraid of? You and Jiang Fuchao used to do this all the time, ask anyone, who hasn’t seen you two sneaking around at midnight! You even sang to people like ghosts crying and howling!” He talked about the past as he spoke.

“Compared to Lin Zhaodi, you’re just missing a couple of intestines!”

“I told you why you’re so close to Lin Zhaodi! I tell you, if you’re going crazy, go crazy, don’t go crazy like her! If you have the guts, try to see if you can hang your husband’s intestines around your neck!”

Hu Yao: “…”

She choked, unable to speak for a moment, not knowing what else to say.

He was talking nonsense! She had some fragmented memories of those four years, she never snuck around at midnight! Other villagers never said so either!

And such a bloody thing, he talked about it as if it wasn’t scary at all, just like his usual scolding.

Compared to him, how could she hang his intestines around her neck! If he didn’t hang hers, it would be a blessing!

Jiang Han didn’t hang her intestines, he casually pulled a gold chain from his pocket and hung it around her neck.

“Go, make me a bowl of noodles.”

When her emotions calmed down, he pulled her out of his arms, his big hand slapping her lower back.

He hadn’t eaten anything on his way back, and now he was so hungry he could eat Jiang Fuchao’s cow.

It was the middle of the night and he wanted to eat, Hu Yao lowered her eyes and looked at the heavy chain hanging on her collarbone, her eyelashes fluttered, she tucked Jiang Xiaochao under the covers and went downstairs to cook noodles for him.

Since Lin Zhaodi smashed that window that night, she hadn’t slept on the first floor with Jiang Xiaochao.

While she was cooking, Jiang Han went to take a shower, and his clothes were thrown everywhere again.

Hu Yao picked them up and put them away.

“What kind of habit is this, you have to take a shower before you can sleep with me!” He came out of the shower room with steam, and said another sentence.

She never told him to take a shower! Hu Yao glanced at him, depressed, but what she said was:

“The noodles are ready.”

In the past few days, thinking about that bloody and nauseating scene, Hu Yao had no appetite for food, but she felt a little hungry while cooking the noodles, so she cooked an extra bowl.

After they finished their noodles, he seemed a little tired, and like always, he embraced her and fell asleep quickly.

The window of their room was broken, and the cold wind kept pouring in at night. He was tall and lay on the outside, hugging her, blocking the wind.

Hu Yao raised her eyes, unable to see his face in the darkness, but his breath enveloped her completely, strong and domineering.

In this weather, he was still shirtless while sleeping, she hesitated for a moment, grabbed a corner of the blanket and draped it over him.

The next day, Jiang Xiaochao woke up and found that Hu Yao, who had been sleeping next to him, was gone. He jumped up and looked around the bed with his little head.

He woke up early today, the sky was not even bright, it was gray and gloomy. Hu Yao hadn’t slept well these days, and she usually fell asleep in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t get up so early.

Jiang Xiaochao was anxious, yelling in a small voice as he ran downstairs, calling for Hu Yao: “Mommy!~”

“Mommy~!”

“…” Yaoyao？”

He ran around the house.

“Shut up, Jiang Fuchao!” Jiang Han slammed the door open, looking annoyed at being woken up.

“Dad, you’re back!” Jiang Xiaochao was overjoyed, he ran over in his slippers, “Da da da”, and hugged his leg.

He ran closer and saw Hu Yao waking up behind him, and the smile he raised a moment ago collapsed, he pouted, unhappy and let go of his hand: “You stole Mommy from my bed again!”

“Steal your ass, get out! It’s not even dawn, you’re yelling.”

He came back late last night, and he wanted to get a good night’s sleep, but he was annoyed at the first sight of him.

“I thought Mommy was gone.” Jiang Xiaochao argued.

It was not even five thirty, the whole family was awake, Hu Yao got up earlier than usual to make breakfast.

The father and son started to argue, but soon they got together and talked harmoniously.

If it was normal, Jiang Xiaochao would be talking to his little cow at this time, but he hadn’t seen his father for half a month, so he was an exception.

“Is that woman sick? She’s crazy, she smashed my window, and she cut your mom’s swing for what?”

After breakfast, Jiang Han was speechless when Jiang Xiaochao pestered him to make a new swing for Hu Yao.

“Why didn’t she do your cow!” He glanced at Jiang Fuchao who was chewing on a pancake with his cow again, and Jiang Han clicked his tongue.

That night, Lin Zhaodi not only broke the window, but also cut down the swing that belonged to Hu Yao, the one that was tied to the autumn–>>

The little calf a short distance away was unharmed.

“Why do you have to be my little cow!” Jiang Xiaochao frowned, looking at Jiang Han in frustration. He finished the pastry in his hand and ran to find Hu Yao who was washing clothes.

He was quite rude, even giving orders to Jiang Han, his own father, before running out.

“Dad, make a swing first, then chop firewood, and then help Mom carry water to water the vegetables!”

“Don’t bully my little cow, okay!”

“I’ll be back soon!”

Jiang Han’s face darkened. As Jiang Xiaochao passed by him, he reached out and pulled the small tuft of hair that Hu Yao had tied for him at the back of his head.

“Who’s the father here, you or me?”

“Go water the vegetables for your mother!”

“All that messy stuff you have, do you always make your mother clean it up? I’ll throw it all away if you don’t want it!”

“And this hair of yours, are you even a man? You’re not willing to cut it, are you going to keep it for the rest of your life? You’re like a little girl, tying your hair up! Don’t say you’re my son when you go out!”

Jiang Han had a lot to say about Jiang Xiaochao’s faults.

“Then be my son! It’s the same thing.” Jiang Xiaochao pouted, unhappy at being scolded.

“Heh.”

Jiang Han twitched the corner of his mouth and gave him a good scolding as usual.

Hu Yao came back after washing clothes, and the first thing she saw was Jiang Xiaochao, who was sulking and holding a water scoop, watering the vegetables after being scolded.