Translator: 549690339
“I’m making a face mask for the first time in my life, and you just had to bring up butts! If you don’t die, who will?!” She was so angry that her breath grew heavy. Xiao Yuchuan was being choked and couldn’t make a sound, gasping for air.
Xiao Yishan saw his third brother’s face swelling red like a pig’s liver. If this continued, someone would really die. He reluctantly intervened, “Qingyue, let’s drop it. Third brother probably didn’t know you were making face masks when he said that…”
“Hmph!” Su Qingyue huffed coldly, but let go of him, “I’ll spare you for second brother’s sake.”
Once Xiao Yuchuan’s neck was free, he greedily and forcefully breathed through his nose and mouth. He gasped too fast and coughed for a moment before speaking, “Wif-…Wife, you’re trying to kill your own husband… I didn’t make a mistake by comparing faces and butts, did I?”
“No mistake?” She narrowed her eyes.
His face showed innocence, “You tell me, which is more important, the face or the butt?”
Without hesitation, she answered, “Of course, it’s the face. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so furious.”
“If faces are more important than butts, why do people cover their butts and not let anyone see them? I always hear people say someone is shameless, but I’ve never heard anyone say they don’t care about their butt. This shows that everyone thinks butts are more important than faces.”
‘ His twisted logic as a petty cat left her unable to argue back. Could it be that butts really are more important than faces?
She touched her own ugly face and decided it was time to ponder this deep question.
After saying goodbye to her family, she picked up a basket and went to the mountain to find ferns.
Xiao Yishan watched her leave the courtyard door from the window. His gaze fell on the face mask lying on the bed, with its crooked stitches and irregular thread. Clearly, she was inexperienced with needlework, “When my wife was at the Zhu Family, her needlework used to sell for money. It shouldn’t be this bad.”
It was only when she wasn’t around that he dared to call her his wife.
Whenever he thought of her clear eyes and her resistance towards him, he was truly afraid of being rejected.
Xiao Qinghe said quietly, “She’s not the same Su Qingyue as before…”
Xiao Yuchuan understood, “My wife has changed. She’s changed to the point where I can’t bear to sell her or let her suffer. She’s changed to the point where everything seems pleasing. I don’t care how much she’s changed, she is the wife I’ve chosen!”
His two brothers were silent, but their gazes were as determined as his.
That evening, as they ate dinner, Su Qingyue watched the fourth brother feed the third brother, who was still allowed to eat. Xiao Yuchuan kept winking and making faces at her while eating, making her feel uneasy.
Fortunately, after being taken care of by second brother and third brother for two days, they could at least move their hands and feet, even if they couldn’t get off the bed yet. They would surely be able to eat on their own tomorrow.
So that was how Su Qingyue spent her days: selling fern in the morning, rushing back to do housework in the afternoon, helping the men in her family with decocting medicine, and acupuncture. In the afternoon, she would go find ferns. After three more days, she had earned over two thousand cents. When she was at home or out looking for ferns on the mountain, she only applied medicine on her face and didn’t wear a mask. But when she went to sell stir-fried fern, she wore a mask.
On the fourth day, while she was selling stir-fried fern in town, she was asked by a customer she didn’t know how many times, “Eh, little wife, why are you wearing a mask today?”
She answered honestly and without reservation, “Because my face is too ugly, and I don’t want to scare people away..”