The villagers are very well-informed; upon hearing that steamed buns were being distributed, they waited at home early in the morning.

They estimated they were almost home and had heard the sounds, but after a while they still hadn't arrived, they couldn't wait any longer and came out.

When they came out, they saw the steamed buns right there, but someone was blocking their way. Overhearing the conversation, they realized someone was trying to eat the buns they were entitled to! So they refused to stand by and watch!

A crowd quickly gathered around.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Qiuxia and her brother quickly ran away.

When Old Mrs. Mo returned, she was still fuming. Thinking about it, she couldn't hold back her anger any longer, so she yelled at Mo Yunmei's window, "How blind she is! She treats everyone like sisters! Doesn't she even know who she is? So stupid! If she doesn't open her eyes wider, she'll be sold out sooner or later and still be counting the money for someone else!"

Su Nanxi's back ached from lying down and she didn't want to stay in bed anymore, but Mo Qinghe wouldn't let her get up, saying that they would share both good times and bad, and that he was willing to lie down with her. She couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to stay in bed.

Mo Qinghe asked softly, "Mute girl, did you fall down by accident?"

Su Nanxi was taken aback and shook her head.

Mo Qinghe's eyes darkened, and she continued to ask, "Did someone push you down?"

Su Nanxi nodded, looked at Mo Qinghe, raised an eyebrow, and asked if she wanted to continue.

Mo Qinghe already had the answer in his heart, but still wanted to confirm it, so he stretched out his hand to Su Nanxi and said, "Write it down for me to see."

Upon learning the answer, Mo Qinghe instantly exuded a cold and oppressive aura, his half-closed eyes filled with dark clouds.

Su Nanxi, who was standing next to him, was startled. How could this person have such a powerful aura, and even have a built-in cooling function!

She panicked for a moment. Young man, don't be impulsive!

Take his hand, interlock your fingers, hold it tightly, and send him a message: stay calm, don't act impulsively!

Mo Qinghe sensed the message she was conveying. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, the strange look disappeared, and his cold aura vanished instantly. He tightly gripped her hand in return.

"You are my wife, and you will be my wife for life. I believe that we are destined to be together. I will not leave you, and you must not leave me!"

It sounded like sweet nothings; the deep, dreamy voice made Su Nanxi feel almost intoxicated.

Is this still the same cold, taciturn, handsome young man she knew?

Could it have been replaced?

Her hand was gripped tightly, and she snapped out of her daze. Seeing the unwavering tenderness in the handsome young man's eyes, she smiled.

She's so ugly, how could he possibly be attracted to her?

"You're not ugly, you're just not obviously beautiful. I heard there's a kind of herb in the mountains that can remove all kinds of scars. I'll go pick some and bring it back so you'll be beautiful, then no one will dare to say you're ugly."

When did he start using honey on his lips? His words are so sweet!

Mo Qinghe often secretly stroked her face at night. He knew her face shape very well. He thought she was beautiful, only that some scars on her face affected her appearance.

He's got some nerve! He's got guts if he wasn't scared half to death!

She didn't realize that she had slowly developed feelings for Mo Qinghe, didn't reject his advances, and even enjoyed doing things for him.

Hearing the cursing outside the window, the two of them were stunned for a moment. What kind of trouble had happened now?

As I listened, I realized, was this the moment when their true colors were about to be revealed?

Mo Qinghe squeezed her hand, her tone light and airy, "Don't mind her. She did something wrong, and she has to pay the price. Her parents and older brothers couldn't bear to punish her harshly, so she thought she had let it go. But with me, it won't be so easy to let it go. I will make sure she remembers the lesson forever."

Uh! She's still your own sister! She might be estranged from your parents!

She really enjoys taking revenge; this is going to cost her her life, so she has to do something to show it, otherwise it would be disrespectful!

Mo Qinghe said quietly, "Who knows whose sister she is!"

Well!

What does that mean?

Mo Qinghe didn't explain, but changed the subject, "Are you hungry? Mother left two steamed buns for us, they're on the table."

She must have eaten not long ago, she won't be hungry that quickly.

The two of them weren't hungry, but Mo Yunmei was hungry, extremely hungry!

She hadn't eaten much yesterday; she got scolded by Boss Mo and didn't get any food. Today, the family made steamed buns again, and they thought they'd save some for her in the morning, so she got up late. When she went to the kitchen, there was nothing there!

Finding no one home, she angrily slammed the door and went back to her room to continue sleeping.

I was half asleep when I heard my mother cursing outside. At first, I thought she was cursing someone else and didn't pay much attention. But after being woken up and unable to fall back asleep, I realized that she was cursing at me!

Mo Yunmei felt wronged. She felt that her family had changed and they were all scolding her. What had she done wrong?

I get criticized even for making a good friend. Does that mean I can't make good friends?

If we can help each other, why can't we get along?

Who doesn't have a good girlfriend?

Su Nanxi thought Mo Yunmei was crazy; this peculiar thought process was something others couldn't have.

Mo Qinghe wanted his leg to heal quickly so he could walk again, so he went to fetch water to drink. He drank quite a lot, but didn't feel any reaction, which puzzled him greatly.

Does it become useless after a certain point?

Su Nanxi couldn't stay in bed for a day, so she got up. Instead of going to the mountains, she stayed at home, petting and stroking the chickens, watering the vegetables, playing with Laifu, bringing water and fruit to Mo Qinghe, and finally sitting to the side watching Mo Qinghe weave bamboo strips.

Mo Qinghe thought the water his wife brought was sweeter and tastier. After drinking it, he felt a warm current flowing through his body, and he was delighted. He asked his wife to bring him another bowl to drink.

Su Nanxi thought he was thirsty, so she brought him a bowl of boiled well water.

"This isn't the taste!"

Mo Qinghe sensed that something was wrong with the taste.

Su Nanxi raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you've got a pretty discerning palate! You can even tell the difference!"

Mo Qinghe looked at her with a pitiful expression, "I want to drink water that tastes sweet."

Wow! How did he change his expression so quickly? Who could resist this adorable puppy look!

So he fetched him a bowl of spring water.

This time the taste was finally right, and Mo Qinghe finished it in one gulp.

Looking at the empty bowl, Su Nanxi wondered, "Am I really that thirsty? It's a hot day, but I haven't done any heavy work! How can I be so thirsty!"

A short while later, Mo Qinghe said he was thirsty again and wanted to drink sweet water.

Su Nanxi was too lazy to run around, so she filled two large bamboo jars with water for him and told him to fetch the water himself when he was thirsty.

Bored, she went to check on the vegetable garden and saw that the vegetables were growing lush and green and quite tall, so she figured they were ready to eat and decided to pick them the next day.

At night, Su Nanxi woke up and found that Mo Qinghe was acting strangely.

Remembering that Mo Qinghe had drunk a lot of spiritual spring water during the day, Su Nanxi snapped to attention and quickly got up to check.

It was dark at night with no moonlight, so it was impossible to see clearly. All that could be felt was that Mo Qinghe was trying his best to suppress his emotions; his hands were gripping the blanket tightly, and his breathing was heavy and disordered.

I poked it, but nothing happened.

Su Nanxi panicked and couldn't even speak. How serious was this?

She remained silent, unsure of what to do; all she could do was wipe his sweat.

Mo Qinghe was probably in great pain, as he was sweating profusely.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Qinghe gradually relaxed.

Su Nanxi poked it.

"pain!"