Tong Xiaoqian said in a low voice, “Profiteer, from now on, it’s all about acting. No script, no retakes, and don’t tell anyone where you’re from—it’s easy to get sent to a mental hospital or sliced up on an operating table.”
Lei Yihong hadn’t felt nervous at first, but she had managed to bluff him into feeling nervous.
The two got off the *kang* bed. Seeing himself in these red long johns, Lei Yihong felt another pang of frustration in his heart.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never worn such a bright color.
He walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, and instantly felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.
The original owner must have been a person who loved cleanliness; though these clothes were old, they were folded very neatly. But… was this really the taste of this era?
He casually picked out a white shirt and dark blue pants, then turned back to look at Tong Xiaoqian.
Tong Xiaoqian lightly raised an eyebrow, turned around, picked up the mirror on the table, and unfastened her hair to comb it. The original owner’s hair was thick and smooth, matching her own.
This also went to show that the Lei family truly treated the little fool quite well.
If a person lacked nutrition, their hair wouldn’t be this lustrous, nor would their complexions be so rosy.
Lei Yihong realized that this body was truly frail. Just changing clothes left him panting for breath, his vision turning black, and sweat pouring down his forehead.
“Alright, let’s go!”
When Tong Xiaoqian turned around to look, she almost burst out laughing.
Presumably because his body was too thin, the clothes sloshed loosely on him.
The top button of his shirt wasn’t done up, the hem hung loose outside his waistband, and the pants were baggy enough to fit another leg inside.
On his feet was a pair of black cloth shoes brushed until they were somewhat faded white.
Lei Yihong knew he looked very odd wearing this outfit, but right now he could only wear whatever was available.
Tong Xiaoqian took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing beside her, Lei Yihong held his breath as well.
As soon as the door creaked, Wang Yumei hurriedly walked out of the kitchen. “Son, Xiaoya, come over quickly to wash up and eat!”
Lei Wanqiang also came over, rubbing his hands together, his face covered in a smiling web of wrinkles. “I’ll go draw some water for you two!”
He went to draw water for the two of them, while Wang Yumei fetched a new towel, a new toothbrush, toothpaste, and a small metal mug for brushing teeth for Tong Xiaoqian.
“Thank you.” Tong Xiaoqian beamed brightly.
“Xiaoya, you… aren’t foolish anymore?”
Wang Yumei listened to that “thank you” of hers, then looked at her clear and nimble eyes.
Unlike before, when her face always wore a foolish grin and her gaze was vacant—looking like a fool at first glance.
Tong Xiaoqian smiled. “I’m better now.”
Wang Yumei’s eyes widened. “R—really? Xiaoya, are you really all right?”
Grasping Tong Xiaoqian’s hands in excitement, tears welled up in her eyes. “Wonderful! It seems you and Yihong really are a match made in heaven; this warding off bad luck by marriage actually worked! He’s recovered, and you’ve recovered too.”
“Dad of my kids, come over quick! Xiaoya is cured, she isn’t foolish anymore!”
Lei Wanqiang hurriedly walked in from the yard, sizing up Tong Xiaoqian up and down with excitement as well. “Xiaoya is really better?”
Tong Xiaoqian nodded.
Lei Wanqiang sniffled. “Wonderful! Wonderful! In a little bit I’ll slaughter a chicken, and we’ll cook a good meal at noon to celebrate!”
Wiping away tears with one hand, Wang Yumei held Tong Xiaoqian’s hand with the other. “Child… it’s so good that you’ve recovered… it must be your parents in heaven protecting you, and protecting Yihong too…”
Seeming to remember something, she pulled Tong Xiaoqian off to the side and asked in a low voice, “Xiaoya, he didn’t succeed just now, right?”
Tong Xiaoqian shook her head and smiled. “Just now he only pinned down my hair, he didn’t do anything.”
Hearing that it was a misunderstanding, Wang Yumei finally let out a sigh of relief, thinking that her son wouldn’t be such a jerk after all.
She looked at Tong Xiaoqian guiltily again. “Mom didn’t think you would regain your sanity back then. Thinking that if you married into someone else’s family as a fool, you’d end up suffered grievances, I selfishly wanted to keep you by my side. Mom apologizes to you for this. To have you bear the reputation of a second marriage if you get remarried later… but rest assured, before you’ve made up your mind, Mom won’t let that rascal touch you. When the time comes, even if you remarry, you’ll still be pure and innocent, and Mom will give you a bit more dowry to explain things properly to them…”
As she spoke, her eyes turned red.
Tong Xiaoqian squeezed her hand. “It’s fine. I was a fool before, and this was your way of protecting me.”
Aside from this method, Wang Yumei really wouldn’t have been able to transfer her household registration away.
Although there were regulations regarding adoption now, they were not yet comprehensive, and Tian Juhua’s family happened to be the little fool’s biological second uncle and aunt.
The little fool was not lucid, with the IQ of a child just a few years old, so even if she had reached adulthood, she couldn’t establish an independent household on her own.
Holding onto her household registration, Tian Juhua who knows what wicked things she could pull off.
Wang Yumei patted her head, tears in her eyes. “It’s good that you don’t blame Mom.”
Tong Xiaoqian shook her head and smiled. “I don’t.”
Wang Yumei patted her hand again. “You just stay as Yihong’s partner for now. If it’s not to your liking, Mom won’t force you either. Regardless of whether you and Yihong can become a real husband and wife in the future, you are a member of the Lei family.”
Tong Xiaoqian smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
She took her things to wash her face in the yard, and Wang Yumei also felt a weight lifted from her chest.
She liked this girl, but if the girl didn’t like her son, she couldn’t force them together either.
She still had to ask her son’s intention.
If the two of them truly liked each other, that would be even more perfect.
Lei Yihong had already finished washing up. The moment he entered the room, he was pulled inside by the couple.
“Son, do you like Xiaoya? That you were able to get better this time is all thanks to Xiaoya, bringing you good luck through the marriage…”
Lei Yihong thought “heh heh” in his mind—wasn’t it all her credit indeed?
If she hadn’t pulled him, could he have transmigrated over?
“Xiaoya was a fool before, but the child has a good heart, is capable, and looks good too. Mom knows you originally always wanted to take the college entrance exam and didn’t want to stay in the village, but taking the college entrance exam now is probably out of the question. If you still want to take exams, you can still take an adult junior college exam. How are you considering things on Xiaoya’s side? If you don’t like her, don’t touch her body. She isn’t foolish now either; when the time comes, Mom will find a good family for her and marry her off like a daughter.”
“Let’s just leave it at this, it’s pretty good.”
The two of them now understood each other clearly; they were of the same kind, knowing each other inside and out, so there was no need for an outsider to step in.
They could even cover for each other.
Wang Yumei felt both of them were a bit odd, with a feeling she couldn’t quite put into words—presumably because Xiaoya had suddenly regained her sanity, making them all a bit unaccustomed.
Oh well, she had said all that needed to be said; let these two kids get along and see for themselves in the future. If she meddled too much, it might backfire instead.
Waiting for Wang Yumei to go out, Lei Wanqiang said again with a stern face, “If the girl isn’t willing, you absolutely must not act like a fool. We people of the Lei family wouldn’t do such a beastly thing. Don’t look at how you two registered for a marriage certificate—that was when neither of you was lucid. Now that both of you are lucid, just get along properly as a couple first.”
He patted his son’s shoulder again and whispered, “Son, believe in yourself. If you like Xiaoya, treat her better; that kind of thing is only interesting when both parties are willing…”
Lei Yihong: “…”
Did he look like a pervert?
Had he never seen a woman before or what?
This whole morning, could they change the subject already?