Sha Zhu's Rebirth in the Courtyard: Starting with Hitting Someone in the Head

Chapter 83 Xiao'e Returns Home

On the third day after the wedding, the day for the bride to return to her parents' home, He Yuzhu carried cigarettes, alcohol, and dried goods such as abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin out of the courtyard.

Lou Xiao'e followed behind him, her gait still a little awkward. As she sat down in the sidecar of the three-wheeled motorcycle, she held onto the edge of the cargo bed and slowly lowered herself, her brow furrowing slightly.

He Yuzhu glanced at her with a smile, and she immediately turned her face away, her ears turning red.

Upon arriving at the Lou mansion, Tan Yali was already waiting at the entrance. Lou Xiao'e got out of the car, walked over, took her mother's arm, and headed upstairs. She whispered, "Mom, I have something to tell you." Tan Yali glanced back at her son-in-law; Zhu Zi had already placed his things on the coffee table and was greeting Lou Bancheng.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Lou Xiao'e closed the door tightly and pulled her mother to sit on the edge of the bed. Her face was flushed, and she twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers. After stammering for a while, she finally spoke: "Mom, it's not what you said. Brother He is too scary."

Tan Yali's heart skipped a beat. Was her son-in-law all show and no substance? "What's wrong?"

"The first day was fine; he was very considerate of me. Last night, I couldn't take it anymore and fainted, but he was perfectly fine." Lou Xiao'e held her mother's hand, her voice filled with grievance. "Mom, what should I do? Am I physically weak?"

Tanya Li was stunned for a moment, her expression slowly shifting from surprise to complexity. She gently patted her daughter's hand and glanced down at the living room.

Zhu Zi's son-in-law is reliable in both speech and action, skilled in martial arts and cooking, and in excellent health. Xiao'e, pampered since childhood and never having suffered hardship, naturally couldn't handle having such a healthy husband for the first few days.

"Silly child, you've struck gold." Tanya turned back and used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from her daughter's eyes. "What's there to be afraid of? That's just how men are. You'll get used to it."

"How can I get used to it? He... well, he makes me feel like I'm going to die." Lou Xiao'e sniffed.

Tan Yali stood up and walked to the dressing table. She took a small porcelain bottle from the drawer and placed it in Lou Xiao'e's hand. "This is a secret palace ointment formula. Apply a little before you go to bed tonight, and it will make you feel much better."

She sat down next to her daughter again, lowering her voice, "Xiao'e, let me teach you something practical. Your father has three wives, and he used to have many mistresses. No matter how the world changes, a man's nature won't change. If you really can't handle it on your own, don't force yourself. Rather than letting him secretly find someone outside, you should take the initiative to find him a concubine. As long as you are the wife of the He family's principal wife, you can turn a blind eye to the others."

Lou Xiao'e held the porcelain vase, her face flushed crimson. She listened intently as her mother taught her, her head bowed, when a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Years ago, when Brother He taught her to play the flute, he solemnly declared, "It will be of great use in the future." At the time, she thought it was just a musical instrument, but now she understood completely. That scoundrel had been eyeing her for years—a complete lecher.

Lou Xiao'e held the porcelain bottle in her palm, her face flushed red.

Returning to the courtyard in the evening, Lou Xiao'e spent a long time washing up in the bathroom. When she came out, she was wrapped in a cotton-padded coat, with a black silk nightgown underneath. She went straight to He Yuzhu, took his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and pulled him by the hand toward the bedroom.

She closed the door, pressed He Yuzhu down to sit on the edge of the bed, and blushed as she put what she had learned that day into practice.

He Yuzhu was overjoyed. Looking at Xiao'e upstairs, he asked, "Xiao'e, did your mother teach you this upstairs today?" She buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled, "Don't ask. You big bad guy."

He Yuzhu gently pinched her waist, rolled over, and whispered in her ear, "Brother He will teach you. I've read a royal secret manual, and I know a lot of things. I'll teach you the first move."

Lou Xiao'e buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled: "Don't teach me too much, I can't learn it." He Yuzhu lowered his head, his lips gently brushing against her earlobe: "If you can't learn it, practice a few more times."

He didn't give her another chance to lose focus. He lowered his head, his burning lips capturing her delicate earlobe. With one hand, he pinned her two slender wrists, which she was trying to struggle against, above her head.

Lou Xiao'e felt like she was melting. The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the fresh scent of soap wafted into her nostrils, making her dizzy. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a startled butterfly.

She could feel his fingertips tracing a path down her trembling spine, the rough touch sending shivers of electricity through her, making her arch her back involuntarily. She bit her pink lips, trying to suppress the shameful sound escaping her throat, but the unfamiliar waves surging within her threatened to shatter her reason.

Her slender fingers unconsciously scratched haphazardly on his back, leaving red marks.

The slight stinging sensation seemed to ignite He Yuzhu's nerves, making his attack even more fierce. The air inside the room seemed to be on fire, carrying a scorching heat, and the soft, rhythmic creaking sounds were particularly clear in the quiet night.

The mountain peaks swayed, much like ocean waves under the moonlight.

"Brother He..." She finally couldn't bear it anymore, her voice soft and tearful as she begged for mercy, "I...I can't take it anymore."

"Call me 'good brother'." He Yuzhu's sweat dripped down his chin and into her delicate collarbone, glistening with a crystalline light. He looked at the bullied little woman, his heart overflowing with tenderness, yet his desire to conquer remained undiminished.

He slowed his pace, as if savoring a fine dish, his fingers running through her sweaty hair, forcing her to look up into his deep eyes: "Tell me, whose are you?"

"Yours...it's yours..." She opened her teary, blurry eyes, looking at the domineering man before her, her heart overflowing with love and submission. Before she drifted into unconsciousness, a final, contented sigh escaped her throat: "Good brother...I can't go on...find me another sister...I'm really going to die..."

A breeze picked up outside the window, and the bare branches of the pomegranate tree swayed gently in the moonlight.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Lou Xiao'e lay limply on the bed, completely exhausted. With her eyes closed, she mumbled incoherently, "Hurry up and find another one, two will do, or I'll really die."

He Yuzhu lay down beside her and gently brushed away the stray hairs from her cheek. "Xiao'e, what did you just say?" she mumbled again in her half-asleep state, her voice growing softer and softer until it became even breathing.

He Yuzhu propped his head up with his hand as he lay on his side watching her, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards. His other hand caressed her smooth skin, wandering back and forth from her back to her buttocks.