Song Hengjue scoffed, stood up and walked out: "Yang Qingheng, have you thought this through? I can give you money now if you divorce, but if you divorce later, you'll get nothing."

The man's figure disappeared outside the courtyard. Yang Qingheng's already bloodless lips turned even whiter and more eerie. Suddenly, everything went black, and she lunged backward.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already late at night.

"You're finally awake!" A voice exclaimed from beside her. Sister-in-law Sun rushed over, patted her chest, and looked terrified. "When I came in, I saw you lying stiffly on the floor. I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did. It scared me to death."

Yang Qingheng struggled to her feet, looked at the dusty walls around her, and then smiled gratefully at Sister-in-law Sun: "Sister-in-law, thank you. Is there something you need from me?"

Sister-in-law Sun was dazzled by her smile and was stunned for a moment.

There were many rumors about Yang Qingheng in the village, and people didn't like to talk to her. Even she, as a neighbor, was meeting her for the first time.

Contrary to rumors, he was not arrogant and looked down on country folk at all. On the contrary, he seemed well-mannered and easy to get along with.

"It's nothing serious. I didn't find any eggs in the henhouse when I was collecting them tonight, so I came over here to look for them, and sure enough, I found them on the woodpile." She pointed to the round eggs on the table and said in a friendly manner.

Yang Qingheng nodded. This kind of thing is very common in the village. You can't keep your own hens tied up in cages every day.

"What happened to you? Should we go to the clinic?" Aunt Sun looked at the blood-soaked bandage on her wrist with a complicated expression. She patted the back of her hand earnestly. "Qingheng, when you marry, you marry for food and clothing. I know Song's personality well. His character is impeccable, and he's good-looking too. He's just stubborn. Once he makes up his mind, nothing can change it. Why don't you just make the sacrifice and live with him properly?"

What Sister-in-law Sun really wanted to say was that Song Hengjue was a responsible person, much better than the two-faced Gu Zhiqing she liked.

Yang Qingheng knew she had misunderstood, and chuckled helplessly, "Sister-in-law, I accidentally cut my hand on some grass while cutting pig feed today. I didn't cut it myself, so I don't need to go to the clinic. I just came back from the town hospital."

"That's good, that's good," Sister-in-law Sun breathed a sigh of relief, then, remembering something, asked politely, "Qingheng, have you eaten yet?"

Yang Qingheng shook her head.

Sister-in-law Sun gasped and gave her a strange look: "I remember seeing Hengjue come back tonight, what, he didn't..."

Hearing this, Yang Qingheng's mind was filled with Song Hengjue's stubborn and infuriating appearance just now, and her head was throbbing. She interrupted her, "Could you please cook me some noodles, sister-in-law?"

"Of course." Realizing she had misspoke, Sister-in-law Sun chuckled and strode into the kitchen, returning shortly with a steaming bowl of noodles.

Yang Qingheng was so hungry that her stomach ached, and she didn't care about her image anymore. She wolfed down her food, which startled her sister-in-law, who kept reminding her to stop, afraid that she would choke.

"Oh dear, there's still some left inside, eat slowly."

Yang Qingheng choked slightly, her face flushing slightly: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, sister-in-law."

After hesitating for a moment, he went into the room, took out a face cream, and stuffed it into Sister-in-law Sun's hand: "Sister-in-law, look at my hands, it's not convenient for me to cook. Could I bring some rice and flour and come over to your house to mooch meals for a few days?"

Sister-in-law Sun was flattered as she held a full box of face cream.

She had only seen this rare item handled by educated youth from the city. She had heard that a small box cost more than a dollar, which was more expensive than a pound of pork. Yang Qingheng was really generous.

He grew even more fond of this sensible girl and readily agreed: "We're all neighbors, so don't bother. Just bring rice and flour tomorrow."

Having resolved the issue of food, Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law Sun laughed heartily, and then warmly washed the dishes for her before taking the eggs back home.