The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

“Yue’er, there’s no need for such politeness between us.” He stared at her clear eyes, and thought of the villagers saying she disdained him. His heart instantly ached.

“Uh…” She looked at his bowed figure, almost pressing her entire body into the chair. She couldn’t help but say, “Second brother, please make some room… I want to get up…”

He extended his broad palm, supporting her arm. Through the rough fabric, he could still feel the delicate and smooth skin underneath. In an instant, he felt that she was wronged and should wear better material.

Once his leg healed, he would work hard to hunt and make money, giving her a better life.

Her cheeks reddened slightly, “Second brother, there’s no need to help me…”

As she stood up, she realized that her head barely reached above his shoulders, with the two of them standing close together. She wanted to walk away, but her arm was held by him.

She tried to pry his hand away, but he held on tightly.

Xiao Yishan resisted the urge to pull her into his arms. In a muffled and hoarse male voice, he called her, “Yue’er…”

She raised her head, seeing the pain in his deep, dark eyes.

In this moment, she clearly felt that the second brother liked her.

His pain was probably because… she was Chuan’s wife.

From the kitchen doorway, seated in a wheelchair, Xiao Qinghe could only see his second brother embracing his wife. His usually calm and untroubled heart ached tightly.

He closed his eyes.

His pale knuckles touched the wheelchair handles, thinking of his wife’s brilliant smile and how the first thing she did when she had money was to buy him a wheelchair…

She was also his wife.

She was so good.

Watching second brother hold her, he could hardly bear it.

Deep down, he knew he didn’t want to lose her at all.

So…

Since even such a stable person as second brother couldn’t help it, he should also…

Determination flashed in his elegant eyes.

He forced his gaze away, turned the chair wheels towards the stove, and focused on frying.

“Wife, dear wife!” Xiao Yuchuan’s shout came from the backyard.

Su Qingyue managed to break free from Xiao Yishan’s palm, and he finally let go.

She raised her voice, “What’s the matter?”

“I’m done washing, come carry me!” Xiao Yuchuan shouted from the backyard.

Ordinarily, she would have told him to crawl, but considering Yuchuan had spent the whole afternoon cleaning pig’s large intestine, she couldn’t bear it and said, “Coming!”

Xiao Yishan took a step ahead, “Yue’er, let me go.”

“Alright.” She nodded.

In the backyard, Xiao Yuchuan saw Xiao Yishan coming over and stretched his neck to look back, “Where’s my wife?”

“I’ll carry you to the front yard.”

“I was promised my wife would carry me…” Xiao Yuchuan complained, “Second brother, you don’t even let me get close to my wife…”

“Stay in the backyard if you don’t want it.”

“Fine, fine.” Xiao Yuchuan had no choice, who told him he didn’t have the strength to walk?

Leaning on second brother’s back, it was hard and smelled of sweat – it was uncomfortable even carried by him.

Nothing like being carried by his wife…

Xiao Yuchuan remembered the day it rained, being carried by his wife, his nose touching her skin, and thinking how good she smelled, how soft her body felt…

As long as his wife was willing to carry him, he would be willing to be drenched to death by rain.

Xiao Yishan carried Yuchuan directly into the front yard’s kitchen.

He put the crutch aside, then returned to the backyard, intending to move the big water tank to the kitchen. Su Qingyue came over to help as well.