If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Lin Fengjiao's lips moved, but the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them. What could she say? What could be the reason? They had never slept together before, so there was no way to compare.

Changing the subject: "Yeah, I see. I'm just so bored in the city, and I'm curious how long a city-dwelling educated youth sent to the countryside can keep up the act."

【Plum, keep an eye on things for me. Chat with me now and then. If phone calls are too expensive, just write a letter. I can understand drawings; we have a great understanding of each other.】

They've been married for a while now, so why isn't she pregnant yet? I wonder who will get pregnant first, her or me.

Mei Zi's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "[Then it must be you! Jiang Lie couldn't get pregnant in three years, let alone Wen Yao. Even if she knows medicine, she can't cure infertility.]"

[When you get pregnant, you absolutely must tell me—no, your parents will definitely tell everyone too, and then things will get interesting.]

A glint of malice flashed in Lin Fengjiao's eyes as she touched her lower abdomen: "Yes, I'll definitely get pregnant first. Sigh, everything's nice in the city, except there's no one I know to chat with."

[Let's leave it at that for now. Keep an eye on things for me. If anything happens in the brigade, draw a picture and let me know. Don't call unless it's urgent, understand?]

I'll give you an extra ten yuan every month as payment for helping me gather this information. I'll reimburse your phone bills. Call me for important matters, and draw for minor ones.

Meizi's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Great! I'll do whatever you say. Fengjiao, you'll be the leader's wife from now on. Your husband is young and promising; your good days are just around the corner."

Lin Fengjiao hummed in agreement, her tone full of smugness.

"Of course! Who is my man? He's destined for the position of director, and if he does well, becoming a deputy factory director isn't out of the question."

"It's just a matter of relatives arranging things; it's a piece of cake. In the city, connections are everything."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fengjiao felt much better. Thinking about the mess at home, she wasn't so irritable anymore. However, when she opened the door and saw the scene in the living room, she still broke down.

The living room floor was covered in yellow poop, and the stench was unbearable. Suddenly, the string in my brain snapped.

She was trembling with rage, her eyes fixed on the twins, as if she wanted to devour them. The two children, however, were making faces at her, taunting her: "Bad woman, bad woman, hehehe~~"

Lin Fengjiao screamed, "Aaaaah, I'm going to beat you all to death! You little brats are really going to cause trouble!!"

He rushed over, grabbed one in each hand, and smacked their bottoms hard, yelling at them, "What are you crying for? You're over three years old, are you still little kids?"

"In my hometown, even three-year-olds can help with chores. You're still playing with poop! It stinks! Do you know you're wrong? Say it now!"

"Go, all of you kneel down and admit your mistakes. If you dare to move again, I'll beat you to death."

After making the threatening remarks, Lin Fengjiao still couldn't swallow her anger. She was practically going crazy with rage. Her temples were throbbing. How could there be such a difficult child to raise?

In the afternoon, I tidied up the two kids, did laundry, and cleaned the house, but I still felt there was a lingering stench somewhere—a strange, rotten, sweet-smelling smell. I frowned deeply.

When Shen Qingshu got off work that evening, he was hit by a strong smell as soon as he opened the door. His expression changed, and before he could ask anything, the two children rushed over like cannonballs, hugging his legs and crying.

They learned from older brothers with stepmothers that they should be naughty in front of their stepmothers, and if they get beaten, they should go to their biological father to complain, so that the stepmothers will quarrel and won't have time to have younger brothers.

"Waaah, Daddy, Daddy, it hurts so much!"

Shen Qingshu lowered his head: "Congcong, what's wrong? Where are you hurt? Let Dad take a look."

The older one pulled down his pants, revealing his fair buttocks covered in handprints, some of which were red and swollen, clearly marks of being beaten. His eyes darkened.

They've only been married a short time, and Feng Jiao has already started abusing her child.

Lin Fengjiao searched the house for a while but still couldn't find the source of the stench. She was extremely annoyed: "Ugh, this is so annoying! I've had enough of this chaotic life."

Shen Qing stood expressionless at the door, looking at the disheveled, clearly agitated person inside: "Wife, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a stench! Can't you smell it? There's a stench in this room, like something rotting. It's absolutely disgusting."

"I can't smell it. Come to the living room first, I have something to ask you."

"Okay, coming right away."

Lin Fengjiao sat opposite him and saw the two crying twins. A look of disgust flashed in her eyes. If she had to say, she would rather send them back to her sister-in-law's husband's house.

Both are boys, there's no reason why the in-laws shouldn't want them, unless the sister-in-law insists on taking them away. They're already unwanted children, yet they're still so insensible; they really need to be disciplined.

"Qingshu, I also have something to say to you."

Shen Qingshu hummed in agreement: "Let me go first. Honey, do you remember what you promised me before? You said you would treat these two children well. Why did you hit them?"

When Lin Fengjiao heard him bring this up, she looked aggrieved: "I'm so angry. You have no idea what they did. I've never seen such naughty kids."

"Just like their father who died young, they're just like him. If you ask me, I'd rather send them back. Look at the state I've been through."

With a loud thud, Shen Qingshu slammed his hand on the table.

His expression was somewhat unpleasant: "Wife, my brother-in-law is dead. You don't need to talk about a dead man like that. You said you'd send the child back, but their family will definitely abuse the child."

"We agreed to be good to the children. It's normal for them to be naughty now that they're young. They'll get better as they grow up. Being a mother is not an easy thing."

"If you teach them well, when our children are born, won't they love them as older brothers? They won't be afraid of other children bullying our children at school."

Lin Fengjiao opened her mouth, but still felt that something was not quite right.

"But, but..."

Shen Qingshu's eyes held a barely perceptible air of authority: "No, but wife. They call you mother, so you should take good care of them, not use adult standards to judge little kids."

"In two more years, the kids will be older and less of a worry. They can even help you with the housework. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Okay, I was wrong. I shouldn't have argued with them about hitting the doll. I'll be more careful next time."

Lin Fengjiao's eyes reddened as she spoke. Who could understand her breakdown and frustration? She lived in constant fear, never having a hot meal or a sip of water.

Sleeping was out of the question; she dared not sleep, fearing the twins would tear the house apart while she slept.