The next day, Song Yan hid in his spatial dimension, carefully considering the whole story. A divorce would bring a host of troubles, while staying meant only Wei Aiguo as a problem. Besides, at Wei's house, he could eat whatever he wanted. He wouldn't have that freedom at the educated youth settlement. If Wei Aiguo joined the army after the autumn harvest, Song Yan's life would be even more carefree. The temptation of staying was too great! It's just that Wei Aiguo was in his prime, and if he couldn't resist doing something, Song Yan couldn't stop him. Before, Song Yan was already a man in his thirties; if he were to do *that* with the 22-year-old Wei Aiguo, it would be a bit too much... Song Yan's mind wandered aimlessly until he finally carried hay to the cowshed.

Wow! Why is there so much hay drying here? This hay must have been cut for Wei Aiguo. It means Wei Aiguo is helping her earn work points. Song Yan felt a little more relieved. Old Han and the others weren't around, so Song Yan took a lot of hay from her storage space while they were away. The wheat harvest starts tomorrow, and Wei Aiguo won't have time to cut hay then. She'll have to bring out plenty of hay to make up for the lost work points!

"Is this Song Zhiqing? There's a letter from your family."

When Song Yan turned around, he saw that it was the postman.

Song Yan mailed several letters home, each time while crying. The postman had a particularly strong impression of her. "Oh, there's mail for me, thank you!" Song Yan said, pulling a melon from her bag. "Here's a melon to quench your thirst."

The postman didn't stand on ceremony, taking the melon without even washing it and taking a bite. "It's so sweet! Thank you! I have to go now."...

The original owner's mother never received her share of the wages she earned; she barely had enough money to buy stamps. So, it was over two months before Song Yan received a letter. The letter was filled with a mother's love for her daughter. Having taken over the original owner's body, she also had to fulfill the original owner's obligation to care for her parents. This letter strengthened Song Yan's resolve to postpone the divorce. With Wei Aiguo's public funds as an excuse, no one would notice if she mailed anything home…

"Why are you peeking at my letter?" Song Yan had only written half of his reply to his family and placed it on the table. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Wei Aiguo reading the letter.

It's impolite to read someone else's letter, but the contents of the letter put Wei Aiguo in a good mood. "You didn't even tell your family about something as big as getting married?" Song Yan telling her family about it in the letter meant she didn't plan to get a divorce.

The original owner hadn't told her family about the marriage. Song Yan couldn't keep putting it off indefinitely. "We won't divorce for now, but of course I have to tell my parents about this."

Wei Aiguo: "What do you mean by 'temporary'? Your attitude is wrong."

"Don't change the subject. I'm asking you how you managed to read my letter." Song Yan tried to snatch the letter away.

Wei Aiguo raised his arm, but Song Yan grabbed at empty air. "I've read your letter. You can read my letters from now on too."

"I'm not as rude as you. I won't read your letter. And don't read mine in the future either." Song Yan tried to snatch his letter back.

Wei Aiguo held the letter high, so high that Song Yan couldn't reach it even when she jumped. When they got closer, Wei Aiguo put one hand on Song Yan's waist, half-embracing her.

"What are you doing?" Song Yan pushed Wei Aiguo away angrily, her face flushed red.

Wei Aiguo put the letter down. "If there's a chance in the future, I'll go back with you to see them."

"I haven't decided whether we can continue our relationship. Of course, I'm not holding onto anyone in mind because I haven't made a decision. If you can wait for me to think about it, then let's leave it at that. If not, then let's get a divorce." Song Yan looked at Wei Aiguo seriously.

Song Yan seemed to have grown a little taller, and her skin was fairer than before. She was still the same person, and her appearance hadn't changed, except that she was much prettier than when she married him.

When Wei Aiguo glanced at Song Yan's chest, he felt a little thirsty. She was thin and small, but her chest was particularly soft...

"Wei Aiguo, where are you looking?" Song Yan said through gritted teeth.

Wei Aiguo's face flushed red instantly. "No, no!" He fled to the kang (a heated brick bed) and lay down.

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