Erwang slapped him lightly, “What sort of things would he have to do? He’s probably just eager to please grandmother.”
Lin Lan stopped Erwang from continuing, “Don’t speak of nonsense; your eldest brother is not that kind of person, he just doesn’t like to talk.”
She took two pieces of candy from her pocket and gave them to Sanwang before she took out another piece for Erwang and Xiaowang to share.
At this time, Han Qingsong came from the back. She let the children play as she went to fetch him some water before beckoning him to wash his hands.
Han Qingsong took off his muddy vest, revealing his strong upper body and Lin Lan was a little overwhelmed by his wordless undressing.
Her initial reaction was to look away, but she also saw that he had several scars on his body, including stab wounds and gunshot wounds, which looked very scary. There was even a dent on his back, which looked like a gunshot wound. It looked fatal, so him surviving all of that was truly nothing short of a miracle.
She scooped a scoop of water and first helped Han Qingsong wash the mud and grime off.
After washing his hands, Lin Lan poured water into the earthenware basin and asked him to wash up well.
However, Han Qingsong bent down, motioning for her to help him pour the water over his back and wash it.
Lin Lan, “This is water from the well; it’s cold.”
Lin Lan, “Or I’ll have Dawang and the others carry some water from the river.”
The river water would be nice and hot.
“It’s okay, pour it!”
His voice was low and magnetic, laced with a tinge of irresistible pressure. In a strange way, Lin Lan poured the splash of water down, and it wasn’t until she finished the act did she feel like something was wrong with her.
She felt like she was controlled— why the heck was she so obedient?
The cool water from the well poured on his body, which immediately formed a trail of goosebumps on his back, but it was indescribably refreshing.
After repeating it a few more times, Han Qingsong washed his vest again and put it on a small tree to dry as he remained shirtless.
When Lin Lan was talking to him, her eyes glanced around a little, but she didn’t expect him to be so fair. Even though his face and limbs were all sunburnt, the place where he was wearing the vest remained so fair.
It’s truly such a… bliss.
She unconsciously raised the corners of her lips.
Han Qingsong just happened to look over, and when he saw her drooped eyelashes that made her appear like she was secretly snickering over something, he suddenly felt puzzled.
He didn’t know if something was wrong with his memories or if something was wrong elsewhere, but she didn’t seem to be the shrew that everyone was talking about.
Could it be that she suddenly changed her ways after this lesson?
During dinner, Old Lady Han finally came out of the room, but her eyes were a little scary, especially when she looked at Han Qingsong and Lin Lan.
There was still the patch on her temples as she hummed, “At that time, I said that the third family has to wait for a good month for the wedding. But you all didn’t listen and they just had to step over the dragon’s head(3). Great, now I’m the one being stepped on. My head hurts all day long and I feel like I was stabbed by a horse’s hoof!”
(T/N: Usually, the Chinese would find a good day from the Lunar calendar to get married. A dragon is also one of the Chinese’s sacred animals that symbolises longevity and good luck. In relation, not following the tradition of selecting a good date would mean that their union wouldn’t bring in good fortune)
This had been said for years.
As long as she was angry or had a headache, she had to retell the story again. Anyway, whether she had a headache, sore feet or even constipation, she would always relate it to the fact that her third daughter-in-law didn’t marry into the family on a good month.
Everyone remained silent and didn’t seem like they cared.