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

Hearing him say that, Wen Yao felt a warmth in her heart and felt even more that this big guy was thoughtful and reliable. She leaned against him and felt at ease listening to his heartbeat.

She said softly, "Okay, I'll listen to you. But you have to be kind to me from now on and don't bully me."

Jiang Lie couldn't help but laugh. Hearing her soft, sweet voice, he felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey, and he gently stroked her back.

He restrained that surging desire.

Wen Yao tapped his chest with her finger and asked softly, "Can I ask you a question? Why did you and Lin Fengjiao suddenly divorce? You don't have to say if it's inconvenient to talk about it."

"...There's nothing I can't say, it's just a little embarrassing. She looks down on me, hasn't wanted to consummate our marriage for three years, and even sends the money I earn to her lover outside."

"Oh, is she crazy? Then why would she marry you?"

Jiang Lie didn't know why, but none of that mattered anymore. He was just glad he hadn't rotted away in that marriage. If he had continued to endure it for another ten years, he might not have had the courage to get a divorce.

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter anymore. From now on, you're my wife. Let's go, I'll take you back to the educated youth compound."

"Wait a month, until fewer people are watching my divorce from Lin Fengjiao, then I'll bring you home formally, and we'll get engaged and married."

Wen Yao hummed in agreement: "There's something I need to tell you. Something happened to my family, so they won't be able to attend my wedding. Will you be angry?"

"What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I can't say for sure, but it's just that we've been targeted and discriminated against by people in Kyoto. Everything will be alright in two years. If we get married, I'll leave the educated youth compound to get married."

Jiang Lie took her hand and prepared to go out.

Wen Yao tugged at his hand: "Wait, the birthmark on my face is so ugly, aren't you worried that it might be real and you won't be able to bring yourself to kiss it later?"

"Ha, don't overthink it. I don't think your birthmark is ugly. Come on, I'll take you home."

"Wait a minute, turn on the kerosene lamp. I want you to see my face."

Jiang Lie obediently lit the kerosene lamp and watched as she went to the courtyard. When she returned, her small, fair face, no bigger than a palm, was breathtakingly beautiful in the dim candlelight.

Seeing that he was staring at her intently, Wen Yao was a little embarrassed: "Do I look good like this? I hid my face before because I didn't want anyone to take advantage of me. If we get engaged, I can show it off."

"Applying black medicine all the time can easily cause allergies and discomfort. Jiang Lie, can you hear me?"

The man approached step by step, looking at the person who only reached his chest. His gaze fell on her face, and he held his breath, afraid that what he was seeing was just a dream.

He picked her up with one hand and pinned her against the wall, his eyes burning with desire: "Yaoyao, am I dreaming? How can someone be so beautiful as to seem like a dream?"

Wen Yao gave a soft hum, displaying the coquettishness of a young girl.

"Ugh, I've always looked like this. Don't lift me so high, I'm afraid of heights. Put me down already!"

Jiang Lie gently stroked her face with his large hand, the smooth texture like an egg, even smoother than an egg. A fire burned in his eyes: "Yao Yao, open your mouth and let me taste your tongue."

"...What are you saying? Weren't you going to take me back?"

"Okay, I'll take you back later."

Wen Yao was pressed against the man's large hand, and obediently opened her mouth to let him suckle. When it was over, her tongue was numb, and she raised her hand to punch the man's shoulder.

Slurring his words, he said, "You bastard, put me down. If I don't go back, they'll get suspicious."

Jiang Lie carried her to the entrance of the educated youth compound and patted the top of her head: "Go inside. I'll come pick you up tomorrow night to go home. I'll take care of Lai Zi's place. Don't be afraid."

"Okay, I understand."

"You need to cover your face, it's too conspicuous."

Wen Yao nodded obediently: "Okay, you can go back now. I'll go back and rest too."

The two went back to their respective rooms and lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), unable to fall asleep. Their minds were filled with images from the night before that made them blush and their hearts race, and their breathing became unsteady.

All night until dawn

Wen Yao got up early, took her makeup and tried to cover up the marks in front of the mirror. Fortunately, Jiang Lie controlled his strength and the marks on his neck were very light.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to meet Lin Qingqing's gloating gaze.

She leaned closer and whispered, "How was your night with that scoundrel last night? What was it like? When did he say he'd marry you?"

His gaze swept over her neck, and after not finding the mark he was looking for, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

The next second, Wen Yao grabbed her by the neck, tightening her grip slightly. Looking at the person who was glaring and struggling, she said coldly, "You told him what time I should take a shower tonight, didn't you?"

"Lin Qingqing, what grudge do I have against you that you insist on ruining me? Ha, if anything happens to me, you'll be the first person I kill."

"Compromising is not in my nature, Wen Yao. If I am not doing well, the person who harmed me must die before me. Do you understand, Lin Qingqing?"

Lin Qingqing was terrified by the murderous intent in her eyes. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she struggled to utter a plea for mercy: "Wen Yao, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go."

Wen Yao slowly relaxed a little, her eyes cold as she looked at Lin Qingqing's dying state: "Lin Qingqing, you better remember this: you can't kill me in one go, or I will definitely take my revenge."

"Have you thought it through? Do you want to die here? If you do, I'll grant your wish. It's a good deal for an ugly woman like me to save your life."

"...Madman, madman, you're a madman!"

"I...I won't do it again, okay? Please let me go. I promise I'll avoid you from now on."

Seeing that she had scared him enough, Wen Yao let go of his hand, watched him run away like a rabbit, and shook her hand: "He needs to be taught a lesson."

After washing up and eating a simple meal, the educated youth took steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and water with them and went to work in the fields.

After working for a short while, a voice came: "You educated youths, go and take a rest. We'll do the work here. Don't get heatstroke."

Wen Yao looked up and gazed at her. Their eyes met briefly before quickly looking away. Her ears turned red. She picked up her water bottle, went to the tree, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and began to drink.

Zhang Jing nudged her with her elbow: "Wen Yao, look, that guy is so muscular. I wonder if his wife divorced him because she couldn't stand him."

"I heard from the aunties in the brigade that men with bulging veins on their hands are very sexually aroused in bed, and most women can't handle them."

"Recently, quite a few young wives have been flocking to him. How did he build those muscles? They're really scary."

Jiang Lie noticed the gaze, glanced at it discreetly, then buried himself in his work, speeding up considerably. It was astonishing to watch; he seemed to have more strength than an ox.

Hearing Zhang Jing's words, Wen Yao blushed even more, as if she had been burned: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not making this up. It's what those working young wives were saying. I just overheard it."