Chapter 2

Ma Ying cursed and swore, but he had no way to deal with Lu Yujiao.

Anyone who is willing to spend a lot of money to marry Lu Yujiao is doing so for her good looks.

Lu Yujiao’s panel is delicate and tender, and it takes a long time to recover from any slight bump.

So no matter how angry Ma Ying was, he didn’t dare to attack Lu Yujiao.

She felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and thought that she could just endure it until Lu Yujiao got married.

Who would have thought that Lu Yujiao had been married three times and all three of her husbands had died.

Everyone in the surrounding area thought it was weird.

Only Lao Shui, the widower in the mountains, doesn’t care.

He is an old man with lust hanging over his head. He would even empty his family’s wealth to marry Lu Yujiao.

…

Ma Ying cooked the meal with a frown on her face, and called her two men in a bad mood.

“It’s time to eat.”

On the table were three sweet potatoes, three whole-grain steamed buns, a plate of pickled vegetables, and a pot of thin rice porridge.

“I’ll go call Sister Yujiao to eat.” Lu Zhaohu said without thinking.

“Why are you yelling? She’s very capable. She won’t die of hunger even if she doesn’t eat! Don’t yell at her!” Ma Ying was like a firecracker that was about to ignite.

And Lu Yujiao is that Martian.

Lu Zhaohu came back helplessly, grabbed a hard bun that made his throat scratch, and bit it hard.

Ma Ying and her husband Lu Yuan also sat down and discussed the matter while smacking their lips to eat.

“Lao Shui will come to pick us up tomorrow.”

“No, why don’t you let her spend the New Year at home again?”

“With her around, wouldn’t the New Year be a riot?”

Ma Ying rolled her eyes and said, “Lock her room from the outside later to prevent this damn girl from running around again.”

Lu Yujiao had escaped from her marriage before, and it took a lot of effort to catch her back.

Ma Ying remembered the previous lesson and stared at Lu Yujiao closely.

But she didn’t notice that her son Lu Zhaohu buried his head and his little eyes were rolling around.

…

After dinner.

Ma Ying went to the kitchen to wash dishes.

Suddenly, Lu Yujiao’s painful cry was heard——

“stomachache.”

“It hurts.”

“…It hurts so much that I’m dying.”

Lu Zhaohu shouted, “Mom, go check on Sister Yujiao. She’s dying.”

Ma Ying walked out in a hurry, forgetting to put down the loofah in his hand.

“What’s that damn girl up to? She was so lively just now.”

In the yard, Lu Yuanzheng stood on tiptoe and checked Lu Yujiao’s situation in the house through a torn paper window.

When Ma Ying came over, Lu Yuan frowned.

“It seems like he’s really sick.”

“Impossible.” Ma Ying stood on tiptoe in disbelief and looked inside. She was panicked.

Lu Yujiao curled up on the thin wooden board, holding her stomach.

The usually fair and sparkling little face was now red, with beads of sweat oozing from the tip of the nose and forehead.

Lu Yujiao groaned in pain, looking particularly pitiful.

The couple lowered their voices.

“Lao Shui will come to pick us up tomorrow morning.”

“He definitely doesn’t want one when he’s sick.”

“Why at this critical moment? I knew this damn girl was always annoying!”

Ma Ying tightened her voice, “If she wants to die, she has to go to Lao Shui’s house to die! Dad, go find Lao Jin quickly.”

Lao Jin was the barefoot doctor of the production brigade, but he lived a little far away.

Lu Yuan tightened his belt and went out.

Lu Zhaohu took out a steamed bun and half a bowl of porridge from somewhere.

“Mom, maybe she’s hungry. I’ll go in and give Sister Yujiao some food.”

Ma Ying glanced at him but didn’t stop him.

Lu Yujiao was still allowed to eat, which made Ma Ying very unhappy.

She could only turn her back and comfort herself angrily.

Everything will be at peace tomorrow once we get rid of this evil.

…

Lu Zhaohu entered the dilapidated house as he wished.

He saw Lu Yujiao half-bent on the wooden board, and hurriedly put down the porridge and steamed buns, made a “hush” gesture, and pointed outside.

Lu Yujiao immediately understood and screamed twice in pain.

Outside the door came the sound of Ma Ying’s footsteps walking away while cursing.

She felt uncomfortable all over when she heard this delicate voice, so she just walked away.

Go to the door and wait for Lu Yuan to come back.

The wall had no ears, so Lu Yujiao lowered her voice and asked:

“What happened? I heard you cough five times in a row.”

This is a secret code between her and Lu Zhaohu, and it will only be used when the situation is extremely urgent.

Lu Zhaohu lowered his head in shame and whispered, “Sister, my mother seems to want to sell you to Lao Shui.”

Lu Yujiao curled her lips sarcastically, “I heard about it.”

Lu Zhaohu’s eyes turned red with anxiety.

“She, she said that Lao Shui will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning.”

“She also told Lao Shui to tie you up in the cellar with a rope to prevent you from running away if you disobeyed her.”

Lu Yujiao’s hand trembled, and the thin porridge spilled onto the ground.

Snap——

Ma Ying was sitting at the door when he heard the sound of bowls breaking in Lu Yujiao’s room.

She hurried over.

I saw Lu Yujiao sitting on the wooden board, pouting and twisting her head.

There was a broken bowl and a pool of blood on the ground.

Lu Zhaohu covered his hands, blood dripping down.

Ma Ying’s head was buzzing.

“You are such a heartless person! Xiaohu was worried that you were hungry, so he brought you food, why are you still——”

“I don’t think you need to eat or see a doctor! Even if everyone in the world died, you would be fine!”

Ma Ying’s chest heaved as he pulled his son out.

Poking his head as he walked.

“Look at you, you’ve taken her kindness for granted. You’ve been following her around all these years, calling her your elder sister. Does she care whether you live or die?”

As he was speaking, Lu Yuan just happened to come with Lao Jin.

Ma Ying was very anxious.

“My son’s hand is injured. Please bandage it and apply some medicine to it. Don’t let it cause any permanent damage. He hasn’t married yet and he still has to work on the farm in the future.”

“…” Lao Jin glanced at him and said helplessly, “He’s fine, just a flesh wound.”

“What flesh wound? Look how much blood you’ve lost!” Ma Ying still felt sorry for her son.

“It was a little too deep.”

Ma Ying busied herself boiling water and even scooped out the wine that she only drank during the Chinese New Year for Lao Jin.

After bandaging Lu Zhaohu, Ma Ying sent Lao Jin away.

Old Jin was puzzled. “Didn’t you ask me to come and treat Yujiao? I heard she was in so much pain that she was sweating.”

“She’s fine, but she has a lot of problems. Don’t you see that she has no such delicate life?”

Ma Ying waved his hand and walked Lao Jin to the door.

Old Jin sighed, looked at Lu Yujiao’s locked utility room with sympathy, and left.

Lu Zhaohu had been silent just now.

After a long while, he frowned and said, “It hurts.”

“Do you feel the pain? Don’t do such despicable things again!” Ma Ying glared at him.

In Ma Ying’s opinion, the son he raised was so nice to Lu Yujiao, which was despicable.

Lu Zhaohu used to refute Ma Ying-jeou, which would make him so angry that he would jump to his feet.

But today, he was unusually silent.

After a while, he found a rope, walked to the wooden door of the utility room, and wrapped the bolt around and around.

After pestering her, he still felt unsatisfied and kept staring at her for a while.

Seeing that Lu Zhaohu’s elbows were no longer bent outward, Ma Ying smiled. Her son had finally grown up.

The three of them are a family, so what is Lu Yujiao, an outsider?