Suizi was a rare vocational school graduate in the Wang Family’s enclosure. If it weren’t for her stepmother’s greed, this bountiful, cultured, and fertile wife who radiated the luck of prosperity and offspring would not have ended up with Yu Jingting.
Li Youcai lived only a house away from Suizi’s family, the two grew up together and were classmates at vocational school, matching each other in talent and beauty.
If it weren’t for the Li Family’s poverty, Suizi’s stepmother wouldn’t have sold... married Suizi to Yu Jingting.
The whole village thought Suizi’s marriage to Yu Jingting was like a beautiful flower stuck in a dunghill, even Yu Jingting thought so himself.
When he found out she was planning to abort their child, his first thought was that she planned to elope with that handsome but fickle Li Youcai.
The name Li Youcai was like a curse from the devil, sparking a hateful light in Suizi’s eyes.
In her past life, Suizi met up with Li Youcai after running away for several years, and he tricked her into going up the mountain before pushing her off.
Not only did he lie and cause her death for the hefty insurance payout, but he also buried her body in the wall of the Yu Jingting family’s ancestral mansion, fearing that her spirit wouldn’t rest, and imprisoned her soul with a Bagua soul-locking array in the wall.
For this reason, Suizi had been sitting on top of the wall as a ghost for many years.
Every year on her birthday, Jingting would return to his old home and stay for a night, getting thoroughly drunk while waiting for her to come home.
Little did he know, the woman in his heart had been sitting on the wall watching him, separated by the realms of the living and the dead all those years.
Suizi swore that if she could escape from the soul-locking array, the first thing she would do is to treat him well, and the second was to seek revenge on Li Youcai and those who had harmed her.
Hearing her enemy’s name on the first day of her rebirth, Suizi felt like she had fallen into a chilling dungeon. Her body slightly shivered, her teeth clenched tightly, wishing she could find Li Youcai and take his life right away.
Seeing Suizi silent, Yu Jingting, thinking he guessed correctly, spoke in a low, gravely voice while holding her shoulders.
"You might as well forget about that pretty boy Li Youcai, I just saw him with your sister the day before yesterday."
This nauseating name being repeatedly brought up by him was making Suizi feel sick to her stomach.
"Don’t mention that man," she warned him. The very thought of him was making her feel queasy!
"So you can’t let go of Li Youcai?"
With all her might she struck her small head into his chest, like a tiny hammer, causing Yu Jingting to take a step back.
With his eyes wide open in shock, wondering if she had gained the courage of a wild beast, she continued to use her head to hit him as she hugged his waist.
What kind of move was this...? Yu Jingting didn’t dare move a muscle, in fear she would lose balance. Was this her quirky way of being affectionate or angry?
The two of them had already reached the front of the movie theater. An uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes was sitting nearby, popping melon seeds while he watched their tussle with delight.
As Suizi continued to head-butt Yu Jingting, the uncle burst out laughing.
Yu Jingting, while allowing his wife to vent, also had to glare at the giggling uncle, silently cursing at him in his mind - mind your own business!
The uncle was cowed by this aggressive man’s fierce glare, thinking privately: if you’re so tough, then try being tough on your wife! In front of your wife, you’re as docile as a newborn...lame!
"Why do you keep bringing up that bastard! Every time you mention him, I feel nauseous. I asked you not to talk about him but you keep doing it!"
Hearing the name of that scum repeatedly had triggered severe morning sickness in Suizi.
Unable to hold it back, Suizi vomited onto Yu Jingting, which, to her surprise, didn’t anger him but had him slightly pleased.
"You really don’t like Li Youcai anymore?"
"You’re still talking about him - yuck!"
Again, she threw up on him, all over his clothes.
With nothing much left in her stomach, all she was bringing up was water.
After retching, Suizi’s face turned red. She took a handkerchief from her pocket and attempted to clean him up.
Yu Jingting took the handkerchief sniffed it. It had that familiar sweet smell of his wife. How could he bear to use it?
"What are you waiting for, clean it up!" Suizi’s face turned even redder as she pushed him.
Yu Jingting casually put the handkerchief in his pocket.
He turned and stretched his hand out at the grilled sweet potato vendor.
"Give me some paper."
Grilled sweet potato vendor: ???
"Your grilled sweet potatoes have such a harsh smell that it made my wife want to vomit." Yu Jingting took out the anger he felt towards his wife on the outside world, and he immediately disliked the way the old man was looking at him with amusement.
The vendor was riled but dared not speak. He pulled out a roll of toilet paper from underneath the paint can converted into a sweet potato griller, he was about to tear off a piece but Yu Jingting grabbed it, crudely and carelessly using almost half the roll.
If looks could kill, he would have been dead from the vendor’s glare.
"What the hell are you looking at?! Look again and I will dice your head into a grilled sweet potato!"
Yu Jingting threw the remaining paper back, picked up a grilled sweet potato under the vendor’s repressed gaze, and gave it to Suizi.
Vendor: !!! Both eat and take? Have you no shame?
That’s how Yu Jingting behaves in the village — unreasonably bullish and domineering.
Suizi felt uncomfortable, checked her pockets, which were even cleaner than her face.
She slipped her hand into his pocket and pulled out a five-cent coin, which she handed to the vendor under Yu Jingting’s dismayed eyes.
"My boyfriend likes to joke around, please don’t take him seriously -- is that enough?"
The vendor didn’t dare claim it was insufficient. Although the young wife was sweet and civil, the man next to her was intimidating. One look was enough to tell he was no gentleman. If he said it was not enough, this gentleman could flip over the sweet potato bucket.
"That’s enough, take your time!" But please leave quickly, you’re scaring people!
Yu Jingting felt suppressed— he had never paid when eating at the Wang’s stall!
While dealing with this irksome feeling, he heard his wife sweetly calling him her boyfriend, which instantly brightened his mood.
He was so happy that he forgot why they had argued earlier.
It was only after the couple had left that the vendor heaved a long sigh of relief and muttered to himself:
"Scaring someone to death. How did such a beautiful plump young wife end up with such a troublemaker? And he dared to complain that my sweet potatoes stink — then why take them?"
The sweet potatoes grilled by this ancestral craft, how could they not be delicious? Humph!
As Suizi held the warm grilled sweet potato, her feeling of nausea was suppressed somewhat and the anger provoked by Li Youcai also dissipated a bit.
She couldn’t let Yu Jingting know about her past life. Not to mention that it would scare him, but given his temperament, if he knew how aggrieved she had been, wouldn’t he pour a bucket of gasoline and burn the entire Li family?
Li Youcai’s death was no loss, but she still hoped to spend her days with Yu Jingting. What would she do if he got involved?!
She would not let Li Youcai off, she first wanted to deal with Lun Lamei who facilitated her abortion, then figure out a way to deal with that scum Li Youcai.
"If not for the — white face Li to instigate you to get an abortion, then who was it?"
Yu Jingting was feeling good for several minutes because of her referring to him as "boyfriend". When his excitement faded, he remembered this matter again.
"You have to promise me to let me handle this matter, you can only assist me, you can’t lay a hand on them!" He was heavy-handed and could easily cripple someone.
"Stop nagging and spill it!"
He doesn’t have to hit, he could kick.
He could also punch, hit with a shovel, pour a bucket of cold water on them and hang them on a tree, smear honey on a small sparrow and sprinkle millet to let the chickens peck — Yu Jingting’s poetic talent peaked at this moment.
If he had this rich vocabulary when he was in school, how could he not have finished junior high school?
"It’s my stepmother’s ally, Lun Lamei, we should confront her when we return home." Suizi, unaware of Yu Jingting’s malicious intentions, honestly told him the truth.
"Ah, Mom’s?" Then they can’t smear honey on the bird — can it be smeared somewhere else?