At night, Shen Yijia lay on the bed and waited for a long time. Song Jingchen didn’t return to the house. When she opened her eyes in a daze, it was already midnight.
There was still no one beside her. She reached out and felt that the bed was cold. It was obvious that Song Jingchen had never returned.
Shen Yijia frowned and gathered her clothes before leaving.
After looking around, she saw Song Jingchen sitting in the backyard in a thin shirt.
The moonlight was hazy, and the weak light shone on him, making it impossible to see his expression.
Shen Yijia stopped in her tracks.
Song Jingchen’s started coughing, which brought Shen Yijia back to her senses.
Before she could say anything, Song Jingchen had already noticed her.
“It’s so cold. Why did you come out?” Song Jingchen asked.
His tone was as calm as ever.
Song Jingchen seemed to act like this all the time. He hid all his emotions in the depths of his heart, giving others the illusion that he was fine.
He had been like this ever since he first found out about the deaths of his father and his grandfather’s, as well as his crippled legs.
Today, he felt humiliated by his own helplessness when Feng Laoliu threatened him with Madam Li.
How could a former prodigy like him be as calm as he appeared?
Shen Yijia felt a lump in her throat. She took a few steps forward and threw herself into Song Jingchen’s arms. She said aggrievedly, “Shenzhi, hug me.”
Shen Yijia felt wronged, but she didn’t know if she was feeling wronged for herself or for Song Jingchen.
Song Jingchen was stunned. His cold limbs seemed to be injected with a warm current, warming his cold heart until it regained its vitality. He subconsciously hugged the petite body in his arms tightly.
Feeling a slight wetness on his chest, Song Jingchen helplessly reached out and rubbed Shen Yijia’s hair. “It’s cold outside. Let’s go back. Don’t catch a cold.”
Shen Yijia did not know when Feng Laoliu died or how he died.
The next morning, Lin Shao and Bruiser threw a sack into the carriage. The two of them drove the carriage out. It was a long time before they returned.
When she returned, Lin Shao’s eyes were red. He had obviously been crying.
The news about Feng Laoliu’s death spread throughout the countryside. Many people who had been persecuted by him clapped and cheered.
Those who had witnessed the massacre did not feel so good. They hid at home for a few days and did not dare to go out. Some even fell sick from fright for a few days.
In the Song family’s old residence, Madam Liu cursed Shen Yijia in her heart. Why didn’t she die?
However, after this incident, she did not dare to curse her anymore. She was afraid that Shen Yijia would kill her one day.
Now that she thought about it, Shen Yijia had only shaved a handful of her hair back then. Should she burn incense and pray to Buddha?
Song Dajiang was not so calm. He was so frightened that he smoked for the entire night and did not dare to close his eyes to sleep.
He had been hiding in the crowd and watching secretly. When Feng Laoliu said that he did not know the informant, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Third Uncle He came alone to Shen Yijia’s house. As expected, the other workers did not come.
Shen Yijia did not mind. Anyway, she was strong. She could do it herself.
Lin Shao and Madam Li did not stay idle either. They helped out with any work that they could do.
After a night with no incidents, the family had gotten over what had happened yesterday.
After all, they had all seen the world beyond this village. Brother Hao and Sister Huan, who were the youngest, had also seen a similar incident twice on the way from the capital to Xiagou Village. They were not frightened. However, Lin Miaomiao had fallen sick. They fed her medicine and got the twins to guard the house.
They were all busy. However, they would occasionally chat and laugh.
Widow Wang watched as Shen Yijia easily lifted a load of tiles onto the roof. She clicked her tongue and said, “Eldest Nephew’s wife is really amazing. With this ability, no man can compare to her.”