Chapter 24: Why Are You Here? If Men Were Put in Women’s Position…

Meng Huan was saved by that divine medicine, and the bleeding had stopped, but the physician said that he had lost too much blood before and couldn’t recover well in a short time, so he needed to be well taken care of.

Wen Zhaoyin didn’t go to see him. She was feeling very conflicted now.

It was the medicine she had painstakingly sought for Huan Huan, but in the end, it was used on Meng Huan.

Was it really all because of his face? She was confused. She didn’t know, but she felt it wasn’t.

Meng Huan really didn’t resemble Huan Huan in any way except for his face, and even his personality was the opposite of the original.

Most of the time, she could distinguish between the two, and even deliberately induced Meng Huan to imitate during intimacy, wanting to confuse the two, but it still felt very different.

He was not like him at all, yet she agreed to stay with him time and time again.

In her subconscious, she seemed to have developed different feelings for Meng Huan, but at this time, he turned against her and deliberately had an abortion.

Wen Zhaoyin was hurt by his ruthlessness, and just as the court was busy, she didn’t go to Qingzhu Garden for nearly half a year.

The ginkgo leaves turned from green to yellow, and the scorching summer changed to deep autumn.

Qingzhu Garden had completely changed its appearance. Meng Huan was really too idle. He couldn’t run out and couldn’t even see Wen Zhaoyin, so he could only let Wen Xi get some seeds to plant vegetables.

Wen Shu would occasionally glance at him, but he discovered that this little girl was smarter than anyone else. It was simply a fantasy to try to deceive her into helping him get out.

She was simply a replica of Wen Zhaoyin, and even surpassed her!

“Wen Xi, you said you’d demonstrate it to me, but look at how you dug up the sweet potatoes! They’re all in halves!” Meng Huan pointed at the scattered sweet potatoes under his feet, hands on his hips, blaming others.

Wen Xi chuckled and, with another hoe, dug out a whole sweet potato. Ignoring the dirt on it, he picked it up and showed off, “Young husband, look, this one isn’t dug badly.”

At first, he helped the young husband run to seek an audience with the matriarch. After all, if the master prospered, the servants would prosper too. He had always wanted more opportunities to be in contact with the matriarch from this side. If the young husband couldn’t even see the matriarch, it would be even more impossible for him.

Later, when the matriarch really didn’t come, he also became indifferent and temporarily put those thoughts aside, accompanying the young husband to fool around in Qingzhu Garden.

Actually, sometimes Wen Xi felt that living like this wasn’t bad either. It was tiring, but he lived very contentedly.

He had a good master who never punished the servants. Even if he was angry, he would only threaten not to have him by his side anymore. Over time, he had gotten used to it.

Before, he had longed to become a concubine of the matriarch, just to avoid being bullied and to live well. Now he already had all of this, so he really didn’t need to pursue anything else.

Sometimes, he would even think that if he worked hard and saved up enough money, he could marry a poorer guard. By then, if his wife didn’t have money, she wouldn’t take in other husbands. How wonderful his life would be then!

“Young husband, although I haven’t planted before, I’ve seen some in the village before, which is much better than you who don’t know anything!”

Meng Huan pouted and bent down to dig up the whole potatoes with his hands. “Better is better. Why are you saying it so loudly?”

At this moment, Wen Xi called out, “Matriarch!”

He didn’t look up and continued digging. “Don’t think you can scare me. Wen Zhaoyin hasn’t come for so long. It’s harder to see her than to see a ghost.”

“So you’ve seen a ghost?”

With a thud, the clump of mud in Meng Huan’s hand fell to the ground. He stiffly arched his back and slowly turned his head, only to see a woman standing with her hands behind her back, as clear as the bright moon and fresh as the wind. It was none other than Wen Zhaoyin.

The wind rose, blowing her skirt and sleeves, gently swaying. As she stood there, she had that unique beauty.

Meng Huan had seen many beautiful women in modern times, but now, without any makeup, she could still be immediately noticed among them, like a phoenix standing among cranes.

Meng Huan stood up, his hands fidgeting restlessly, hesitating.

If it were before, he wouldn’t have cared whether there was dirt or not and would have gone straight up to her. But now, seeing her clean and new moon-white robe, he was dazzled by the white silk and felt timid, standing on the spot without taking even half a step forward.

“Why… why are you here?”

“I come when I want to. Go wash your hands. Let’s talk inside.” Her voice was steady, with no discernible inflection.

Meng Huan didn’t move. Somehow, his eyes felt hot, and he asked with a slight choke in his voice, “You come when you want to, so why did you only come after half a year?”

After experiencing life and death, his mentality had changed greatly, from a modern man to a man with a subconscious female-dominant mindset.

At first, he had been recuperating, feeling resentment and hatred, thinking that if Wen Zhaoyin had agreed to let him have an abortion, maybe he wouldn’t have had a massive hemorrhage from hitting the table corner and nearly lost his life.

Later, he felt some gratitude, thinking that the child also had half of Wen Zhaoyin’s blood. He was indeed wrong to abort the child, and she was still willing to take out the medicine buried with her late husband to save him. He should be grateful.

Later, he didn’t know how he felt relieved, thinking that if she didn’t come, they wouldn’t do that, and he wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

Meng Huan was often frightened by his own thoughts. He felt that something was wrong with him. He had never thought of refusing that, but rather thought that if she didn’t come, they wouldn’t do it.

Was he still a modern man? He felt that he was slowly forgetting modern concepts and gradually moving closer to the men in the female-dominant society.

This situation made him very afraid, but he was powerless to change it. He even became depressed because Wen Zhaoyin hadn’t come for a long time. He was simply beyond hope.

“You go. I don’t want to see you.” He walked back to the room to wash his hands, leaving Wen Zhaoyin directly in the yard.

After washing his hands, he slapped himself, trying to wake himself up. “Damn it, Meng Huan, you’re not a man. What are you crying for! Even if all the women in the world died, you’re crying because of her!”

Perhaps this slap had opened his memory bank. Suddenly, a sentence popped into Meng Huan’s mind: If men were put in women’s position, they would become women.

At that time, after hearing it, he felt it was absolutely impossible. Women were women, and men were men everywhere. Even if their status changed, he could still rise up on his own. How could he be oppressed by women? Those women just didn’t work hard. They were born weak and unwilling to resist, yet they said these hypocritical things.

But now, when he thought of this, he felt that his thoughts back then were too simple. It really wasn’t possible to just rise up and resist. There were too many obstacles…

Wen Xi ran in from outside. Seeing him scolding himself, he quickly held down his hand that was about to slap himself again. “Young husband, don’t lose your temper. The matriarch has finally come. If you’re like this, she definitely won’t want to stay.”