Aunt Zhang sighed and said, "What a poor child! Fortunately, Mr. Song is kind and picked you up."

Shen Xu sat in the bathtub and corrected: "He bought me back."

Aunt Zhang said "oh" and asked about her life experience while helping her take a bath.

Hearing that she had lost her memory and didn't know where her home was, he sighed again and said, "You are a pretty girl, but it's a pity that you have the same miserable life as Constable Song."

Then, Aunt Zhang began to talk about Song Lin's situation.

Song Lin lost both his parents when he was young, and fled to the border with his uncle Song Ying.

His uncle was a skilled martial artist and found a job as a constable in the yamen. He is now the chief constable in the police station.

Song Lin had been practicing martial arts since he was young, and he also became a constable. Originally, the uncle and nephew lived in the same cell.

I bought this house in order to get married.

It was unfortunate, but Constable Song was twenty-three years old, handsome, and had a stable income, so he had no trouble finding a wife.

But the first wife the matchmaker told him about had tuberculosis and died in the bridal sedan on the day of her wedding.

Captain Song had no choice but to send someone to propose to a girl from the village. However, just after the engagement was made, the girl fell to her death in the mountains.

For this reason, the family made a big fuss, spreading the word that Song Lin was an unlucky star who had killed their daughter, and even went to the county government office to make a fuss.

To appease the matter, the county magistrate made him pay compensation, which is how Constable Song got the reputation of being a wife-killer.

After this incident, no good family in the surrounding area dared to marry their daughter to him.

Aunt Zhang is the neighbor who lives next door. People in the town don’t have much land and are relatively idle.

Song Lin hired her to work as a maid at home, responsible for cleaning the house, cooking and other tasks on weekdays.

The old lady was happy to earn one or two taels of silver a year.

She touched Shen Xu's smooth arm and praised him, "Miss, you are really beautiful. Your skin is as white as the young ladies in the city. It's a pity that you have a miserable life. Look at your appearance. You must be seventeen or eighteen years old, right?"

Shen Xu shook his head blankly, "I don't know, maybe."

"Since Master Song has bought you back, you must serve him well and don't even think about running away. Be good, and Master Song won't treat you badly, understand?"

Shen Xu nodded and replied, "I know. I won't run away. I still owe him money."

…

When Song Lin returned home with the medicine, Shen Xu and Aunt Zhang were sitting around the small table in the kitchen. She was holding a slightly burnt melon seed in her hand, eating it while watching Aunt Zhang sewing the soles of her shoes intently.

The clothes she was wearing should be Aunt Zhang's old clothes. The collar was a little yellow, loose and had several patches on it, but it could not hide her glowing white skin at all.

"Mr. Song, you're back." Aunt Zhang put down the insole in her hand and walked forward to take the medicine bag from his hand.

Song Lin glanced at the sitting Shen Xu. There were slight scratches on her face and her hands were also burned red, but these did not affect her beauty at all. Instead, she looked more like a pearl covered with dust.

He handed the medicine bag and a piece of pork to Aunt Zhang and instructed, "Cook a few more dishes today. Uncle Song is coming to eat tonight."

Aunt Zhang nodded, said the hot water was ready, took the meat and put it into the kitchen.

When she turned around, she saw Shen Xu standing there, cracking melon seeds as if nothing had happened. So he handed her a basin and a towel and said, "Go and help Young Master Song take a bath."

"Huh?" Chen Xu held the basin and towel and pointed at his nose in surprise, "Why me? Constable Song, can't you even take a bath?"

"What do you mean by whether or not to wash? Master Song bought you back, so does that mean he wants to worship you like an ancestor?"

"I'm telling you, it's only Young Master Song who has little to do. If you were in someone else's house, they would definitely order you around so much that you wouldn't even have time to drink water. They would even ask you to plant two acres of rice seedlings in the middle of the night. Do you believe it?"

Aunt Zhang pushed her into the house, nagging her and closing the door behind her. "Go and serve me now, you have no manners."

The room was filled with steam. Song Lin stood behind the screen, about to undress. He heard the two talking and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Xu stood at the door holding the basin, "Captain Song, I'll help you take a bath."

"go out."

Shen Xu nodded, pushed the door, and replied: "I can't get out."

"What's wrong?" Song Lin walked over, grabbed her waist, pulled her in front of him, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you really want to be my wife?"

"No." Shen Xu looked into his amber eyes and explained, "The door can't be opened."

Song Lin freed one hand, opened the door easily, and spread out his hands, as if to say, "Admit it, you just want to stay and peek at me taking a shower."

But Shen Xu calmly held the basin, gently broke free from his embrace, and said, "Oh, the door is open, then I'll go out."

Song Lin closed the door again and took the person in his arms, "Don't go out. Come and help me take a bath."

Shen Xu uttered an "oh" and obediently raised her hand to unbutton his shirt. She lowered her eyes and said, "I don't really want to be your wife. I just don't want to be your ancestor."

"Who the hell asked you to be my ancestor! What are you thinking?" Song Lin was choked by her words. He waved away her hand that was unbuttoning his clothes, bent down and started coughing.

She patted his back gently and said, "Then don't chase me out to plant rice in the fields in the middle of the night."

Song Lin: “…”

I only heard Shen Xu add faintly: "I can't."

Song Lin: "I don't have any paddy fields at home, so you don't need to plant rice."

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