Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming returned to Xiaoxiao’s boudoir, and as soon as they entered the room, Xiaoxiao began to pull off Yang Ming’s clothes.
Yang Ming was shocked, thinking his wife was being too hasty. He quickly grabbed his wife’s hand and, feeling somewhat embarrassed, tried to stop her, "Honey, let’s wait until we get home. There are so many people around! It’s not appropriate."
"..." What was he thinking? She just wanted to see how badly her brother had beaten him. She chuckled, "What are you thinking? Let go, I just want to see your injuries!"
At this, Yang Ming’s face turned slightly red. He had misunderstood, and it was embarrassing in front of his wife. She just wanted to check his wounds, but he couldn’t let her see them, fearing she would feel heartbroken. So, he dodged and said, "It’s nothing serious, look, I’m fine right now, aren’t I?"
The more he said that, the more uneasy Xiaoxiao felt. His injuries must be serious, he had even been vomiting blood. She pouted, "Will you let me see or not?"
"Better not look, really, it’s nothing."
"Fine, you said it yourself. Then don’t expect to lay a finger on me ever again." Xiaoxiao let go of his hand, sat down on the edge of the kang, crossed her arms, and pretended to be angry.
Hearing this, Yang Ming immediately panicked. His wife was angry, and the idea of not being allowed to touch her was unacceptable. So, he quickly unbuttoned his clothes, approached his wife, and coaxed her, "Look, really, it’s nothing."
Initially, Xiaoxiao was still laughing, knowing that the threat of no contact could easily manipulate him. However, when she saw the bruises covering Yang Ming—shades of blue and purple—she couldn’t laugh anymore, a wave of heartache washing over her.
"Honey, are you silly? Why didn’t you fight back?"
"..." Xiaoxiao was touched by her silly husband, "Wait until I teach him a lesson."
"Didn’t you already do that?"
Xiaoxiao’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, giving Yang Ming a reassuring glance, "That wasn’t enough. Just you watch."
"..." Yang Ming’s lips twitched, sensing his wife was up to something that might trap his brother again, but he felt delighted since it was all for him.
The two of them chatted and laughed in the room, and before long, Dalong burst in excitedly with his hands full of items, saying, "Sis, guess what big bro has brought for you?"
Xiaoxiao looked, and wasn’t it just some pork?
"Bro, you fetched that galar ha for me. You saved two from the last time we slaughtered a pig, and two more came out this time, making four in total. That should keep you entertained."
"What else would it be? Here you go!" Dalong said with a proud look on his face.
Xiaoxiao took them, indeed it was. She was so excited, galar ha were toys from her childhood. It had been so long since she last played with them. Her brother still treated her like a little girl, which warmed her heart, "Thanks, big brother."
"Why thank me? I am your real brother." As Dalong said this, his possessiveness intensified, and he glared at Yang Ming again.
"As a real brother, I have a favor to ask of you," Xiaoxiao said.
"What is it? Just tell me."
"Could you possibly give me that horse you bought new this New Year?" Xiaoxiao pleaded.
Upon hearing this, Dalong frowned. It seemed less a request for him than for his brother-in-law, which annoyed him, and he didn’t respond.
Seeing her brother’s reluctance, Xiaoxiao immediately threatened, "Are you going to give it or not? Hitting my husband wasn’t for nothing!"
"..." Dalong was speechless. Could he regret coming in now? Resigned, he replied, "I’ll give, give, give!"