Chapter 54: Vicious Son-in-Law

“Buy the Yan family’s large mansion? Forget it.” Su Mu shook her head. She didn’t want to buy a house full of unpleasant experiences, was she a masochist? Besides, her current savings weren’t enough.

Now, whenever she entered the Yan family’s house, she couldn’t help but recall how she had gradually become terminally ill in her previous life. Just remembering it filled her nostrils with the unpleasant smell of medicine, along with Yan Zhujun’s last words to her, which were loaded with information.

Perhaps her chronic poisoning was done by Yan Zhujun. Although she had offended people in the business world, it wasn’t to the extent that they needed to kill her for revenge. If she died, the Yan family would benefit the most. Especially since Yan Ting had already been found at that time, all the foundations she had built over ten years could be inherited by Yan Ting. Her existence was not only unimportant but also quite troublesome, blocking Yan Ting’s path.

Unfortunately, the timeline she had returned to was too early, and she had already changed the original plot. According to the butterfly effect, her fate ten years later would also change, making it impossible to catch the poisoner. But at least in this world, she wouldn’t be poisoned to death.

Su Mu gently wiped away the tea foam with the lid, thinking that although she had been reborn, she hadn’t actually taken revenge on the Yan family. Instead, the Yan family had brought about their own destruction. She had just focused on studying and advancing, occasionally hearing news of the Yan family’s decline, which made her feel quite satisfied, as if adding a bit of spice to her monotonous life.

For the next half month, Su Mu and Xie Yi enjoyed their newlywed life at home.

The canopy above the bed swayed like ocean waves, Xie Yi was covered in sweat, his teeth tightly biting his lower lip as he let out suppressed moans. His curly long hair was scattered on her body, his eyes unfocused, his mind in a trance, his lips constantly muttering: “Mu jiejie… wife-master… wife-master…” The bedding was soaked.

Xie Yi panted heavily, leaning on her shoulder. Su Mu pulled the blanket over him, covering the exposed spring scenery.

“Mu jiejie, did it feel good?” The bright emerald eyes looked at her with a smile, his slender hands caressing and teasing under the blanket.

“Where did you learn that? I don’t think we have any erotic picture books at home,” Su Mu chuckled.

Xie Yi’s eyes curved slightly, his smile as cunning as a fox: “Doesn’t Mu jiejie always praise me for learning things quickly? But this is just my natural talent.”

Su Mu laughed and pulled up the blanket: “Then let’s go again!”

Half a month later, Su Mu extracted herself from the honeyed days.

“Finally decided to part from your delicate husband for a while? Really… you forget your friends once you have a man.” Shen Yuxue was working on an abacus in the shop, speaking sarcastically when she saw Su Mu come out.

Su Mu chuckled softly, extending her hand to the side. Xie Yi, already dressed as a mature husband, obediently nestled against Su Mu’s side. His already gorgeous features, coupled with the unique charm of a husband, made him appear even more delicate and beautiful.

“I’m taking little Yi out for a walk and some shopping. Want to join us?” Su Mu asked with a smile, holding his hand.

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Shen Yuxue glanced at Xie Yi indifferently and said, “Your delicate husband is really lucky, having a wife-master like you who has the leisure to accompany her husband shopping. Go ahead, I won’t disturb you.”

With that, she lowered her head and continued working on the abacus, but her usually deft movements were noticeably off.

The next moment, jade-like fingers lightly tapped on her account book. Su Mu said gently, “Yuxue, you’ve made a mistake here.”

Su Mu had been a businesswoman for ten years in her previous life and had managed accounts for ten years, so she could spot errors at a glance.

Shen Yuxue chuckled without raising her head, her tone urging, “I know, I know. You two go and have fun.”

“Alright.”

Su Mu had come out with Xie Yi just for an aimless stroll. Previously, she had been busy studying for exams to escape poverty. Now that she finally had a degree but no official position, it could be said to be the most leisurely time. After a while, she would have to participate in the imperial examinations, which would keep her busy. So she took advantage of this time to specially accompany Xie Yi for a walk.

“Wife-master, this is the first time we’ve been able to stroll so leisurely and freely,” Xie Yi said, tugging at her sleeve, unconsciously changing his form of address.

“Indeed,” Su Mu replied.

Although in private Xie Yi still liked to call her Mu jiejie, in front of others, he always addressed her as wife-master.

She remembered that after their wedding, when Xie Miaorong said his injuries had healed and insisted on eating with them, Xie Yi deliberately called her wife-master repeatedly, causing Xie Miaorong’s face to turn green with anger.

He seemed to particularly enjoy asserting his claim in this way.

As the two walked and chatted casually, they unknowingly arrived at an unfamiliar street. This street had fewer people and wasn’t as lively as their usual areas, feeling particularly quiet.

Su Mu was about to suggest heading back when she suddenly smelled a very appetizing scent of baked flatbread.

“Is wife-master hungry? There seems to be a flatbread shop ahead, and it smells quite good. Shall we go and try it?” Xie Yi’s eyes were like radar, always able to accurately guess what she was thinking.

She nodded, “Alright.” The two walked towards the flatbread shop.

The shop was manned by a teenage boy, dressed in simple dark blue coarse cloth clothes with an oil-stained apron tied around his waist. The boy’s appearance was unremarkable, but his smile was very bright and sincere. In modern terms, he would be described as the energetic type.

“Boss, two flatbreads please,” Xie Yi said.

“Coming right up!” The boy skillfully wrapped the flatbreads in oiled paper. “Three copper coins each, five copper coins for two. Just give me five copper coins.”

Xie Yi lowered his head to take out the money.

“Su Niang,” Yan Ting, who had just come out of the house carrying a new bag of flour, was shocked to see Su Mu. Su Mu was also surprised, but then remembered what Shen Yuxue had told her.

Yan Zhujun had fallen seriously ill, and Yan Ting had no choice but to sell a shop. With no extra money and the Yan family mansion only able to be sold cheaply due to rumors of bad luck, she could only hurriedly start a small business to supplement the family income.

But who was this boy?

Yan Ting seemed to sense Su Mu’s thoughts and introduced the boy with eyes full of deep affection, “This is my husband, Feng’er.”

So he was the man Yan Ting had privately pledged to marry after losing her memory. Not bad, he seemed to match well with Yan Ting, both optimistic and content people.

“Congratulations,” Su Mu sincerely congratulated.

Yan Ting smiled shyly.

When Yan Zhujun had a stroke, she had to raise money and take care of the patient. Even with Yan Jiyue’s help, he hadn’t really taken care of anyone before, so how could he take care of Yan Zhujun? Just as she was frowning with worry, Feng’er suddenly appeared, helping Yan Jiyue take care of Yan Zhujun, and using the skills he had learned in the countryside to help transform the shop to sell flatbreads. Only then did their lives gradually get back on track.

“How’s your business?” Su Mu asked.

Yan Ting smiled and said, “It’s alright. There aren’t many people on this street, but there are quite a few regular customers who buy flatbread daily. We’re getting by.”

Su Mu nodded, “That’s good.”

“……”

“……”

After a moment of silence, Su Mu really couldn’t find anything to talk about and prepared to leave.

Yan Ting suddenly called out to her, “Su Niang… could you meet my brother?”

She looked at Xie Yi beside her, who was clearly displeased, and spoke earnestly, “This will be the last time I trouble you. My brother, he… he wants to become a monk. Could you help me persuade him? He’s upstairs. You just need to come up with me to see him, say a few words, tell him that the life of a monk isn’t as good as he imagines. He only listens to you now.”

“Alright…” Su Mu didn’t want to get involved, but thinking about the private corruption in the Taoist temples in this world, she didn’t want him to jump from one fire pit into another: “But my husband must come with me.”

“Good, good.” Seeing that she had finally agreed, Yan Ting was overjoyed and immediately invited her in.

“Does Yan Jiyue live here with you? Not in the Yan mansion?” Su Mu was a bit surprised.

Yan Ting forced a smile, “Su Niang, we sold our mansion long ago. We were planning to buy a small house, but father’s health worsened recently, which cost us some money. We need to save up a bit longer with what’s left to buy a house.”

Yan Ting’s shop was very small, with the first floor being only about ten square meters. Once the flatbread shop was set up and some flour and other items were stored, there was barely room for a small table for eating and resting.

Moreover, the lighting inside was very poor. Even during the day, it was almost impossible to see clearly. In the pitch-black house, a narrow, long staircase led to the second floor. The width of the entire staircase was also very unfriendly, just half a shoulder wider than her. The stairs were also very steep, and one could easily fall if not careful. Su Mu almost tripped.

“Be careful, be careful!” Yan Ting said in a low voice.

After finally climbing to the second floor, the area was the same as the first floor, about ten square meters divided into two rooms, one for Yan Ting and her husband, and one for Yan Zhujun.

Su Mu had only heard about Yan Zhujun’s miserable state from Shen Yuxue’s description, but this was the first time she had seen it in person. His figure had shrunk considerably, his hollow cheeks sunken, his eyeballs extremely protruding, his mouth crooked and constantly drooling.

Upon seeing Su Mu, Yan Zhujun’s already bulging eyeballs widened even more, as if about to burst. His mouth made angry, inarticulate sounds, as if he wanted to pounce on her, but unfortunately, he could no longer move, like a exhausted fish flopping about.

“Father, are you alright?” Feng’er considerately stepped forward and took a nearby handkerchief to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

“Get out!” Yan Zhujun roared indistinctly, using all his strength to slap Feng’er with his twisted hand. The physical harm was minimal, but the insult was extreme.

Feng’er fell to the ground, cradling his face pitifully.

“Dad, what are you doing? Feng’er has been taking care of you wholeheartedly, why are you always against him?” Yan Ting complained, helping Feng’er up. “Are you okay?”

Feng’er shook his head, hiding a hint of malice in his eyes, “It’s fine.”

Yan Ting apologized for her father, then turned and said, “Su Niang, sorry you had to see that. My brother is in the small attic on the third floor. Let’s go up.”

Su Mu gave Yan Zhujun a meaningful look. She had originally thought Feng’er was like a filial son-in-law from an old-fashioned TV drama, and with such a son-in-law taking care of him, his bedridden life wouldn’t be too humiliating. Now it seemed his later years were still uncertain.