Divorced by her husband's family and rejected by her own! She defiantly turned her life around

Liu Siyue and the others finally left the Tang residence, patting their chests as they walked back. "Oh my god! We're finally out. That Madam Tang is really difficult to deal with."

"You two should be careful about your interactions with Madam Tang in the future. If you get too entangled, things will get really bad. Don't end up getting so angry you vomit blood after failing to persuade her."

"Whether Madam Tang is in a good mood or not depends on how high Tang Dianshi is today. What's that saying again? Something like 'house'..." Yun Chenxin looked at Liu Siyue.

"Love me, love my dog".

"Yes, yes, yes, it's about loving the house and its crows, loving the house and its crows."

"April, did you forget to send the ointment to Madam Tang just now?"

"I didn't forget, I just didn't want to send it. Didn't you see how happy she was about it?"

She probably wishes she could stay in bed a few more days!

Why is that?

"What else could it be for? For her man, of course."

If her man sees her injured, will he cherish her even more, take care of her, and feed her and give her medicine?

Will their relationship get better?

"You're right. Even if you give the ointment away, people might not use it. It might just end up gathering dust."

Madam Tang is indeed no ordinary person.

When they got home, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen. Liu Siyue took a sniff and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

"Madam, you must be hungry. You've been running around all morning. I'll go to the kitchen to check on you."

"Yeah, I am a bit hungry. The roast duck made with bay leaves was quite delicious."

"Alright, I'll arrange it for Madam this afternoon."

Liu Siyue and Yun Chenxin went to the studio together. Seeing that everyone was busy and everything was going smoothly, she realized it was time for her to go back to the Liu family. She had been away for more than 10 days, and her mother and second uncle must be very worried.

After lunch, Liu Siyue went into her space to continue working. She had been planting rice seedlings for the past few days and estimated that she would finish by tomorrow.

After planting a small patch of land, I was so tired that I could barely straighten my back. I was lying on the bed, playing with the child and resting, when I heard Ningxiang's voice, "Madam, Madam Xu sent Xiaocui to bring you some silver."

Upon hearing that someone had come to deliver silver, Liu Siyue immediately left her spatial dimension and opened the door, only to see Ningxiang standing at the entrance. "Where is she?"

"Xiao Cui is waiting for you in the living room."

When Liu Siyue arrived at the reception room, Xiao Cui hurriedly stepped forward and bowed. "Xiao Cui greets Madam Liu. This is the compensation money my mistress has given you." Xiao Cui reached into her sleeve and took out three silver notes, presenting them with both hands.

Liu Siyue accepted the silver notes: two 1000-tael notes and one 100-tael note. Not bad, Madam Xu is indeed generous.

"Madam Liu, these pastries were specially made by the cooks in the manor and brought here for you to try."

The lady said thank you for the ointment; she felt much more comfortable after using it and was able to sleep peacefully.

The lady also asked me to tell Madam Liu something: the lady said she understood, knew what to do, and was very grateful to me.

"Thank you for the snacks. Tell Mrs. Xu when you get home that a good mood, good food, and good sleep will help her recover faster."

Nothing is more important than health. Everything should be done slowly and patiently.

"I've got it. I'll go back to serve you now. You're waiting for my reply."

Tang Mansion.

When Tang Fan returned home, he saw Yan Yufang lying in bed and quickly went over to ask, "Madam, how are you feeling today?"

"Master, you're back."

It still hurts.

"I'll apply the ointment again for you. Applying it a few more times will help it heal faster."

I've already raised the money; I haven't touched your dowry.

"You are my wife, so I will naturally take responsibility if anything happens to you. How could I touch your dowry?"

"Husband, where are you going to get so much money? This is no small sum."

"I borrowed all of these from old friends. I would never do anything illegal. My wife, please rest and recover."

"My dear husband, you're so good to me!"

"You are my wife, if I don't treat you well, who else should I treat well?"

Don't think too much about it, just take good care of yourself. Is it still in pain?

Yan Yufang had been wincing in pain when the medicine was applied, but now, enveloped in sweetness, the pain had vanished. "With my husband by my side, taking care of me, it doesn't hurt at all."

Tang Fan smiled helplessly. This silly woman.

When Yan Yufang saw the smile on Tang Fan's face, a bright smile also appeared on her face. She felt as if she had returned to before she got married. Every time her brother Fan saw her, he would have a big smile on his face, like a warm sun in winter.

Tang Fan felt he had to leave quickly; judging from that smile, he wondered what the other person was thinking.

"My wife, you should rest well. I still have official business to attend to."

"Yes, my husband, don't overwork yourself. Come back and rest early."

Tang Fan smiled back at her, turned and left the room, letting out a deep breath. He had gotten used to it over the years; his wife's love was too intense, and he couldn't quite handle it.

He stood at the door of the study, gazing at the moon in the sky. In a daze, he saw Qingyue's face appear in the moon, smiling sweetly at him.

Tang Fan rubbed his eyes hard, then looked up and everything seemed unreal. Could he really forget Qingyue? He wondered if she was doing well now.

With a sigh, I realized how cruel fate could be. I sat down in my study and picked up a book to read.

A knock sounded at the door, and a servant stood at the entrance and said, "Master, it's getting late. You should rest. You have to go to the yamen tomorrow."

Tang Fan closed the book and returned to his bedroom. The light was on, and he quietly went in.

"My dear husband, you're back. You must be exhausted. Go to bed and rest."

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep without my husband."

Tang Fan had just turned off the light and lay down when Yan Yufang's restless hands began to grope him.

He couldn't afford to lose his temper at this moment; she was already so badly injured and still wouldn't calm down. If she showed any dissatisfaction, this woman would start overthinking and unable to sleep, and he would suffer along with her.

He took Yan Yufang's hand and coaxed her gently, "Yufang, you're still injured, so don't move around too much. Not resting properly will hinder the healing of your wound."

"Once you've fully recovered, I'll make it up to you properly."

"Alright, I'll do whatever you say, my husband."

"My dear husband, please come with me to my parents' home for the New Year. We haven't been back even once since I got married."

"Whatever you say."

Go to sleep!

"Um.

"My lord, I forgot to tell you something. This morning, Madam Liu and Madam Yun came to visit me with gifts. I have already forgiven them."

"Okay, I understand."

"I'll send the money over tomorrow. It's getting late, you should go to sleep."

Liu Siyue worked late into the night in her online space, finally finishing planting the rice seedlings. Looking at the lush green seedlings on the ground, she felt a great sense of accomplishment and couldn't help but think of the poem "Sympathy for the Peasants":

Hoeing the fields at midday, sweat drips onto the soil. Who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work?

When I was in school, I only listened to the teacher talk in class and tried to understand it in my heart, feeling the hard work of farmers in planting crops.

Now I truly understand that farming is no easy task; every grain of rice is cultivated with time and sweat.

The land is their life, and every seedling is like their child, which they take meticulous care of; this is their hope for survival.

Farmers depend on the weather for their livelihood. When the weather is good, there are favorable conditions and a bountiful harvest; when the weather is bad, there are natural disasters, resulting in no harvest and hunger.

In this era, farmers are truly pitiful, it's truly heartbreaking.

That's just how things are. She wants to help, but she doesn't dare to do so openly. If she gets targeted by those with ulterior motives, her whole family might be wiped out.