Chapter 2: Divorce

Lian Yuqing had hit too hard—Sun Dazhi fainted from the pain. But honestly, he deserved it. Wei Dong asked her, “So, how do you want to resolve this?”

He actually asked for her opinion. Lian Yuqing stepped forward. “I’m not one to kick someone when they’re down. How about this: you compensate me with two chickens and thirty eggs to help me recover. Then we’ll call it even.”

What a ridiculous demand! Her son had just been knocked unconscious, and yet this woman still had the nerve to ask for chickens and eggs. In times like these, chickens were worth a fortune. When a woman gave birth to a son, sometimes her in-laws would kill a chicken just to help her recover.

“You’re full of crap! You hit my son, and now you want me to pay you chickens? You’re lucky I don’t make you pay!”

Wei Dong’s voice turned cold. “Don’t want to pay? Then I’ll take him to the police station right now. Let’s see how they deal with an attempted assault.”

He effortlessly lifted Sun Dazhi with one hand. His mother quickly stepped in. “Wait, wait!”

Wei Dong was a soldier—his sharp, imposing aura wasn’t something an ordinary person could handle. Sun Dazhi’s mother swallowed hard. “I’ll pay. I’ll pay!”

With that, Sun Dazhi was dumped back on the ground.

Later, the village secretary showed up and helped settle the matter. Wei Ximin and Chen Caiqi, Wei Dong’s parents, hurried over to clean up the mess. But they didn’t expect to see their son, whom they hadn’t seen in over half a year.

“Dongzi, you’re back?” Chen Caiqi said, clearly emotional.

“Mom.” Wei Dong quietly let go of Lian Yuqing’s wrist and stepped forward to help his mother.

The surrounding villagers had already explained what had happened. Although the matter was resolved, the thought that her daughter-in-law had nearly been defiled left Chen Caiqi visibly upset.

According to the original plot, Lian Yuqing had just quarreled with her mother-in-law. Now she begrudgingly greeted them: “Dad. Mom.”

Chen Caiqi ignored her, but Wei Ximin asked, “Qing’er, are you alright?”

Lian Yuqing shook her head.

“Let’s go home then.”

The Wei family left. Sun Dazhi’s mother, crying, begged people to help her carry her son home, and the villagers gradually dispersed.

Lian Yuqing pretended to be angry and ran straight back to the room without saying goodbye, leaving the three members of the Wei family behind.

She sat on the bed in a daze, unsure how to face them. She was just a fake, after all!

What she didn’t expect was that she had instantly recognized the “husband” of the original body—Wei Dong, the male lead of this book. The two had a terrible relationship, but in a moment of crisis, she had no choice but to turn to him.

And surprisingly, Wei Dong really lived up to his image: a proper man. No matter how he got along with his wife, he stood up for her in front of outsiders. To repay him, she decided she would leave early and make space for the female lead.

Then the door opened.

A tall man stepped in—he must’ve been close to 1.9 meters. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long muscular legs wrapped in military trousers—pure masculine energy.

He walked a few steps in, and Lian Yuqing took a good look at his face—handsome and cold. His brows were sharp, expression emotionless, jawline tight, and lips pressed into a firm line.

“Lian Yuqing, let’s get a divorce.”

What?!

Lian Yuqing jerked her head up. This wasn’t in the book, was it? The plot was going off track.

She quickly regrouped and said, “No divorce.”

Wei Dong strode up to her, frowning. “What are you playing at now? Weren’t you the one who wanted the divorce?”

She’d brought up divorce hundreds of times. Over the past six months while he was stationed at the base, he received multiple letters from her every week—complaining about his family and demanding a divorce.

It annoyed him just thinking about it. He knew Lian Yuqing had never wanted to marry him.

Six months ago, he’d received a telegram saying Wei Ximin was critically ill. He rushed home, only to find his father in good health and being dragged up north to the Lian family to fulfill a childhood engagement.

After a day of consideration, her father agreed to the marriage. He packed several boxes of her belongings, ignored her crying and protests, and took her on a 24-hour train ride to the village.

On their wedding night, he was urgently called back to the base. His reluctant bride had an awful expression on her face. He left her 200 yuan and instructed his parents to treat her well before departing.

In the months since, Wei Dong had been stuck between his mother and wife. His younger brother wrote letters relaying his mother’s complaints—how Lian Yuqing looked down on country folk and couldn’t adapt to rural poverty. She’d burned through the money quickly and kept asking Wei Ximin for more. She frequently argued with both her mother-in-law and the villagers.

Meanwhile, Lian Yuqing’s letters painted the Wei family as absolutely worthless.

His mother had just tearfully explained that the latest fight had started because Lian Yuqing told his younger sister the house looked like a pigsty, and even beggars dressed better than them. That completely blew things up.

Wei Dong could tolerate a lot from his wife, but one thing he wouldn’t allow was for her to insult his family.

Originally, during this visit, he planned to take her with him when he returned to the base. He thought being apart from the family would reduce conflict.

Now it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary.

Lian Yuqing looked him in the eye and said firmly, “You left me alone on our wedding night. I’ve been the village laughingstock for half a year. And now, right after something awful happens, you want to divorce me? Where’s my dignity? I’m not divorcing right now.”

Mentioning their wedding night sparked a flicker of guilt in Wei Dong. His tone softened. “How long?”

She lowered her eyes, playing with her delicate fingers. “At least six months.”

Six months—that would give her time to save up some money and start fresh.

“Alright.” Wei Dong nodded solemnly.

After a pause, he asked, “How’s your injury?”

He looked closely at her. She really did have the aura of someone raised in the capital—a pampered young lady. Stunningly beautiful, with a soft, sweet voice. Even if she never said anything nice, the first time she appeared in the village, all eyes were on her.

She had an exquisitely beautiful face, like a blooming begonia. Slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, a tear mole below her eye that tugged at the heart, a delicate nose, and full, rosy lips. Even with her cheeks smudged with dirt, she didn’t look pitiful—she looked heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Wei Dong’s gaze dropped. The shoulder of her dress was torn—probably during the fight.

Lian Yuqing instinctively reached for the back of her head. The slightest touch made her gasp. Honestly, two chickens were too cheap a price for that pair of scumbags.

“What are you doing?” she asked warily as he moved closer.

Wei Dong held up a bottle of medicine and sighed, “Your head’s split open. Sit still.”

Lian Yuqing turned slightly as Wei Dong sat behind her, a wave of warmth brushing against her back. To keep her steady, one broad hand gently held her shoulder.

She had always liked… rugged men.

Suddenly, a thought hit her. “You’re applying medicine without cleaning the wound first? What if it gets infected?”

“You sure are picky,” he muttered, but still set the bottle down. “I’ll ask Miaomiao to help clean it later.”

Then, as if worried, he added, “When Miaomiao helps you, don’t argue with her.”

“Yeah, yeah~ I got it,” she replied impatiently.

“Go change your clothes first.”

At his reminder, Lian Yuqing finally noticed her dress was ripped and covered in mud.

Damn it. Two chickens were a loss.