Rebirth of a Farming Wife

“You’re really not going to get angry if I speak?” Su Wenyue asked Han Yu again, receiving an encouraging look from him.

“Sikong Ling is not a good person—he’s a flirtatious hypocrite who especially loves to collect beauties. He… he harbors ill intentions towards me.” Su Wenyue spoke while carefully observing Han Yu’s expression. As she finished speaking, Han Yu’s face betrayed a fierce possessiveness, but there was no displeasure directed at her, which eased her mind somewhat.

“Anyone who ogles a pregnant woman clearly has a flawed character. It’s only his handsome face and respectable background that have saved such a lowly human from being beaten to death on the streets.”

“You’re right, Sikong Ling is exactly that kind of scum. I wish I could crush him under my foot. However, Husband, you need to be wary of him in the future. Sikong Ling isn’t just lecherous; he’s also very cunning and not at all open and upright. To get what he wants, he always resorts to underhanded methods. I’m afraid he will scheme against you!”

Su Wenyue genuinely harbored such concerns. In her previous life, this had not happened because several years later, Han Yu was transferred elsewhere and did not care much about her, which is why Sikong Ling did not target Han Yu but instead took advantage of Mrs. Wang. Now the situation was different, and Su Wenyue feared Sikong Ling would target Han Yu, who was unprepared. She felt compelled to warn him. After all, even though Han Yu had reached the position of Prime Minister in her previous life, he was currently only a petty official of the eighth rank, and it would be very easy for him to fall into a trap.

“What did Sikong Ling do to you?!” When Han Yu asked this, it wasn’t out of suspicion but affirmation—he wouldn’t be asking if his daughter-in-law weren’t so genuinely worried and cautious.

“In that dream, you actually didn’t like me very much and found me too willful and spoiled. You were very cold towards me. Sikong Ling set his sights on me and investigated my background thoroughly. He colluded with Mrs. Wang, swindled my dowry, and even incited trouble between us. Upset by your indifference and lack of care, I grew to hate the Han Family and, in a fit of anger, I divorced you. Because of my wilfulness, my mother’s family did not understand me, leaving me isolated. It was then that Sikong Yu appeared, showing concern and kindness towards me. I disliked him, but I had no choice but to rely on him, and afterward…”

Su Wenyue stopped there without continuing, but the implication of her words was clear enough. Looking up, she saw Han Yu’s face was terribly grim, but she did not regret speaking openly. After all, Han Yu, with his insight, would surely guess something. It was better to tell this mixed truth to curtail his suspicions and also to achieve her goal of making Han Yu wary of Sikong Ling, though she was unsure about the side effects.

Indeed, in her previous life, Han Yu had indeed treated her poorly, colder than most people. Even though there were many reasons on her part, and so much time had passed, Su Wenyue still harbored resentment. Now, saying it in front of Han Yu gave her a sense of relief and, upon seeing his unpleasing expression, a subtle sense of vindication, even though she knew it wasn’t right. This Han Yu was not the same man from her previous life, but it still felt good to speak her mind.

Su Wenyue’s words had a significant impact on Han Yu, who was well aware of his own temperament. If Su Wenyue had remained willful, he might have truly been that indifferent, so her words were not implausible. Still, a dream was just a dream. He wasn’t that Han Yu, and his care for his daughter-in-law exceeded even his own expectations. However, just the mention of divorce choked him up, as if his breath was caught up in a clump of cotton, and he couldn’t even fathom Su Wenyue leaving him. As for the man coveting Su Wenyue, his loathing knew no bounds.

Seeing Han Yu’s face harden and the prolonged silence, Su Wenyue’s own face fell: “Husband, are you angry with me? That was just a dream, and I didn’t mean it—I was just too angry and wanted to spite you on purpose, but you…” She trailed off, beginning to sob.

Su Wenyue’s plaintive cries and the tears that fell like they cost nothing tugged at Han Yu, who sighed deeply at the sight of his daughter-in-law’s timorous and distressed appearance.

“Daughter-in-law, stop crying. I’m not blaming you. If I was truly that cold to you in the dream, then I was the one at fault. How could I blame you? But from now on, don’t you ever mention divorce again. I have said before; once you married me, Han Yu, alive you belong to me, dead you’ll be my ghost. I will never let you go until I die. Not even in anger should you speak like that again! And don’t even think about leaving with other men. If you dare to do such a thing, I’ll kill that man first, then break your legs and lock you up to see if you still have the ability to run off with other men!” At first, Han Yu was cajoling, but as he spoke, he became more authoritarian, even threatening.

“What if you stop liking me and want to get rid of me? Is that not allowed either?” Su Wenyue was not intimidated and persisted in asking. In her previous life, she had left with Sikong Ling, and Han Yu had acted as if nothing had happened. He didn’t come after her; he didn’t even inquire about her! Was she really that insignificant? Su Wenyue knew it was wrong to dwell on the past, but some things simply had to be asked. Comfort came from having an answer, even though she knew the Han Yu of this life would not give the same answer as the one in her previous life.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I will never stop liking you, nor will I ever want to get rid of you. I, Han Yu, am not a fickle man. Once I’ve made my choice, it’s for a lifetime. So, stop thinking such nonsense in the future!” Han Yu would have already set Su Wenyue straight if she talked like this under normal circumstances, but now he had to reply patiently.

“That’s your thought now, but who knows about the future? Men make vows of eternal love when they’re smitten, and discard like garbage when they fall out of love. Isn’t that how all men are? Who can guarantee the future!” Su Wenyue pushed back unabashedly.

Han Yu’s face darkened further. This little thing needed straightening out. Taking advantage of her pregnancy, she was becoming increasingly defiant, completely unreasonable.

“Don’t you know what kind of man your husband is after all this time? If you talk like this again, don’t blame me for being rude. You really think that because you’re pregnant, I can’t handle you?!” Han Yu was trying his best to hold back. This little thing had been getting more and more out of line since she became pregnant. Once the child was born, he would settle the score!

Su Wenyue shrunk her shoulders, realizing she had vexed him. Wisely shifting the topic, she asked, “What about Sikong Ling, then? What do you plan to do? He’s a sinister, crafty fellow and might be plotting against you right now!”

Hearing Su Wenyue’s words, Han Yu’s eyes grew colder, not answering her question but instead issuing an imperious command: “I don’t ever want to hear that man’s name from your mouth again!”