My Husband and I Have a House Full of Children - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
My husband was in the room getting beaten until he howled, while I paced in frantic circles out in the courtyard.
“Husband, what’s wrong? Why are you screaming so loudly? Don’t scare me…”
Even after being beaten so miserably, my husband still found it in him to comfort me.
“Get lost! Don’t interrupt my fun!”
“No man wants you, but I have one!”
Uh, this, this, this…
My husband actually said that.
It was fine. I loved my husband. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have my husband’s affection. As long as my husband had his husband’s affection, that was enough.
“Then, Husband… you and Brother Peng have a good time. I’ll go sort out the accounts first.”
My husband spent all day indulging in pleasure and entertainment.
My mother-in-law loved listening to ballads and watching opera.
The family’s over ten thousand mu of fertile land, dozens of farms, and over a hundred storefronts had no one to manage them.
Poor me. Not only did I lack my husband’s affection, but I also had to handle the accounts.
So taking eight or ten thousand taels to spend here and there was only natural, right?
I was a woman who observed the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. I would never spend all that money on myself.
For example, that escort surnamed Peng. I gave him one hundred taels every month.
If he was going to sell his strength either way, he might as well sell it to my husband.
One hundred taels was enough for him to escort cargo for years.
I advised him not to fail to appreciate my kindness.
As for my mother-in-law’s martial opera actor, he was a star.
His appearance fee was on the expensive side, and his sacrifice was rather significant.
I booked him for three months and paid him one thousand taels.
He was also very ambitious.
After serving my mother-in-law, he wanted to serve me as well.
Of course, I refused him.
I was, after all, a woman who strictly upheld wifely virtue.
So, unable to serve me, the martial opera actor served my mother-in-law even harder. And then my mother-in-law, who was nearly forty, became pregnant.
The old doctor who diagnosed her pregnancy pulse was nearly eighty, but he instantly went from elder to whimpering grandchild, cowed out of his wits.
“Young Madam… the Old Madam… she, she, she is with child!!!”
My mother-in-law’s pretty face went deathly pale, and her lips trembled and trembled and trembled.
The look she gave me carried a hint of helpless panic.
I immediately glared at the old doctor.
“Nonsense. My mother-in-law has been widowed for nearly twenty years. How could she possibly be with child?”
Then I slipped him a banknote.
“Take another look. Could it be stomach bloating?”
“People get older, and they’re prone to gastrointestinal troubles.”
The old doctor accepted my banknote, his eyes darting around wildly. Stroking his grizzled beard, he said with a tremor,
“The Young Madam is right! This old man must have been dim-sighted.”
“What the Old Madam has is stomach bloating!”
The young medicine boy beside the old doctor looked fresh-faced and handsome. His hair was tied into two little topknots, with a dot of cinnabar between his brows, making him look like a New Year painting doll. Unfortunately, he had no sense at all.
“Master, in your disciple’s opinion, the Old Madam’s symptoms do not resemble stomach bloating…”
Then he took a solid slap to the face.
“Am I the master, or are you the master?”
See? Young people had no eye for the situation at all. Got himself slapped, didn’t he?
I grabbed his hand and dragged him outside.
“This child, always talking nonsense. See how you made your master angry? Come, follow this big sister. Big sister will get you some fruit to eat!”
I left the space to my mother-in-law and the old doctor.
As I walked out the door, I faintly heard my mother-in-law sobbing.
“Doctor, this child cannot be kept!”
“If it is, the Xie Family’s reputation will be completely ruined!”
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