When the two returned to Song Yuzhou's hometown, it was already half past five.

The house in front of me is a two-story mud-brick house with a stone exterior.

Because no one has lived here for a long time, there are spider webs in the corners.

"Wait here for a moment." Song Yuzhou gave the instructions and walked forward, opened the door with the rusty key, then picked up the broom and swept away the spider web.

Jiang Zhining stood in the front yard, watching Song Yuzhou busying around, but never letting her interfere.

An hour later, the house was finally clean.

Jiang Zhining looked the house up and down: "This house looks nice."

"When my sister-in-law was still at home, my brother and I saved some money and renovated the house." Song Yuzhou replied in a low voice.

After going upstairs, the two came to Song Yuzhou's room: "Auntie comes to help clean up the house every six months. We will sleep here tonight."

"Okay." Jiang Zhining walked into the room with a smile, and the wooden boards on the floor made a sound.

Sitting at the end of the bed, he looked around the room.

There was very little in his room, just a bed, a table, and some small items scattered around.

"What are we having for dinner?"

Just as Jiang Zhining asked, she heard a voice coming from downstairs: "Yuzhou, bring your wife to your aunt's house for dinner."

"Okay." Song Yuzhou responded.

Then, the two walked out of the house and came to a house fifty meters away.

Relatives in rural areas usually live close to each other so they can take care of each other.

As soon as I walked through the door, I saw a middle-aged woman welcoming me warmly: "Is this Yuzhou's wife? She's so pretty."

Jiang Zhining greeted with a smile: "Hello, Auntie."

"Hey, now that you're at my aunt's house, just treat it like your own. Don't be polite." Auntie greeted warmly, "Come in and sit down. Your second uncle and Anbang are waiting inside."

Song Yuzhou glanced at Jiang Zhining, and then the two of them walked into the house together.

In front of the square table, a weathered middle-aged man was smoking a water pipe, and a man in his twenties was helping to put the dishes on the table.

There was also a woman with a three or four-year-old child, and they were having a great time.

Seeing the two of them, several people warmly invited them to sit down.

"Brother, your wife is so beautiful, different from the wives in our countryside." Cousin Song Anbang said naively.

Song Yuzhou smiled faintly: "Anbang, you look good too. Is your back pain better this year?"

"A lot, and I also want to thank my second brother for the medicine he asked someone to bring back." Song Anbang said gratefully.

Because of years of hard work, Song Anbang's waist is not in good condition and he often suffers from pain.

Soon, everyone sat down at the table.

"Seeing you have a promising future, your father can finally rest in peace." Uncle Song sighed, "It's a pity he didn't have the chance to see it."

"Yes, Yuzhou has had a hard life since childhood. His parents died early, his brother died early, and they left behind a mess." Aunt said sympathetically.

Listening to their words, Song Yuzhou remained calm: "That's all in the past."

"Yes, yes, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it." Auntie said quickly, "Yuzhou's wife, there's nothing delicious at home. Are you used to these?"

Jiang Zhining took a bite of the dish and replied with a smile, "I'm used to it. My aunt's cooking is very good."

The aunt, who was praised, smiled brightly: "I'm glad you like it. Come on, eat more."

Aunt Song embodies the simplicity and enthusiasm of the villagers, and Jiang Zhining accepted it with a smile.

Uncle Song liked to drink, so he pulled Song Yuzhou to drink.

Looking at the cups of liquor, Jiang Zhining gently tugged at his clothes: "Can you drink? I can't take care of an alcoholic."

Looking into her eyes, Song Yuzhou leaned close to her ear and replied, "I can drink quite well."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Zhining felt relieved.

"Song Chen's three children are so unfortunate to have such a mother." Aunt Song said sympathetically.

"That woman is also vicious. It's her own fault that she has ended up like this." Song Anbang said indignantly.

Jiang Zhining was curious: "What happened to her?"

“那女人后来想嫁给奸夫，可惜人家根本不想娶她，直接把她轰出去。后来实在没办法，她就嫁给一个鳏夫。结果，因为花钱大人又懒，鳏夫每天都揍她。”

"That's right. She's been badly criticized in the village for what she did to the three children. Even her family can't hold their heads up high, so naturally they won't help her. I heard she was almost beaten to death a few days ago."

Aunt Song said gloatingly, it was so refreshing.

"She doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings she has. If she had raised her child well, she wouldn't have ended up like this." Uncle Song said angrily.

Song Yuzhou's elder brother died, and the army gave him a lot of pension. In addition, Song Yuzhou was a sentimental person, so he would help her to some extent.

As a result, she was determined to poison the child.

Song Yuzhou looked indifferent: "She is no longer my sister-in-law. We don't need to care about her affairs."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with us." Aunt Song looked at Jiang Zhining, "Yuzhou's wife, you have to work hard. Those three children have a hard life, so you should bear more responsibility. Especially Song Chen, because he was abused by his biological mother, his temper is gloomy."

Jiang Zhining smiled slightly: "Don't worry, auntie, I will."

Seeing her say this, Aunt Song finally felt relieved.

It was a rare opportunity to go home, so Aunt Song and Uncle Song were very enthusiastic in urging him to drink. Before he knew it, Song Yuzhou had drunk quite a bit.

When they walked out of Aunt Song's house, Song Yuzhou's steps were a little weak.

Back home, the lights inside were dim. Jiang Zhining supported his waist as they went upstairs, scolding him, "You said you could drink a lot, but now you can't?"

Song Yuzhou staggered and muttered, "No, not drunk, just a little dizzy."

"A drunk person won't admit he's drunk."

Jiang Zhining had just entered the house and turned on the light when Song Yuzhou staggered and pressed her against the wall.

A tall figure loomed over her.

Jiang Zhining's eyelashes trembled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Song Yuzhou put his arms around her slender waist, bent down, pressed his forehead against hers, and called out hoarsely, "Wife."

Her drunken voice was hoarse and nasal, almost like she was being coquettish. Her eyes, usually cold and deep, were now tinged with scarlet.

Jiang Zhining was shocked that he looked like this when he was drunk!

"What, what's wrong?" Jiang Zhining's breathing was a little unstable.

Song Yuzhou stared at her, his voice filled with grievance and coquettishness: "Wife, I'm thirsty."

"Then I'll pour you some water." Jiang Zhining said as she was about to leave, but he held her slender waist down again.

"I want to kiss my wife." Song Yuzhou muttered.

Without waiting for her to answer, Song Yuzhou kissed her lips.

His lips, with a hint of coolness, fell just like that. Taking advantage of her stunned moment, he directly plundered the city.

The breath in her mouth was robbed, and Jiang Zhining leaned softly against the wall.

The coolness on my back and the heat in front of me formed a sharp contrast.

"Wife..." Song Yuzhou kissed her with red eyes and burning flames in them.