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

When Lin Fengjiao saw the kitchen clearly, her breathing became rapid, her mind was buzzing, and a surge of anger rushed to the top of her head, making her want to drag the bastard over and give him a good beating.

Ugh, I'm so angry! How could she be so naughty? She just couldn't stand it anymore.

He turned around, went inside, grabbed Shen Qingshu, pulled him up, and shouted through his ear, "Qingshu, you're making me angry! Go look at the kitchen! You've made such a mess of it!"

"How am I supposed to live like this? There's no peace and quiet every day. I have a headache and chest pain. I'm so angry I could die."

Shen Qingshu was already exhausted from making love three times last night, and now that he was being dragged out of bed, he was in a bad mood. He frowned and said impatiently, "Alright, Fengjiao, it's not even dawn yet, what are you making a fuss about?"

"If you've made a mess, just clean it up. Don't make a fuss. I have to go to work. Why are you waking me up?"

Lin Fengjiao couldn't pull him away, so she put her hands on her hips and shouted, "I don't care, get up and take a look right now! I'm so angry I could go crazy! Go see for yourself and you'll see!"

Seeing him get out of bed, she pulled him to the kitchen and pointed, saying, "Look at the mess in the kitchen! Several pounds of rice are soaking in soy sauce. How can we eat this?"

Shen Qingshu frowned, his eyes filled with impatience.

She's not her biological mother after all. When Yun Rou was alive, the twins weren't this naughty. Is this little thing really worth making a fuss about? Just deal with them directly.

"Alright, honey, they're at the age where they're always causing trouble. It's not unusual for them to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles. The city isn't like the countryside where there are plenty of places to play. Why don't you take them to the park more often?"

"That's how kids are; they'll only sleep peacefully when they're tired, which makes it easier for you to take care of them, right?"

Lin Fengjiao took a deep breath, her head throbbing with pain. She pointed inside and said, "What should we do with all this stuff in there? You clean it up."

Shen Qingshu smiled and said, "Wife, are you joking? I'm a man, how could I go into the kitchen? That would be a joke. The kitchen is your territory, you can clean it up."

"Hmph, all you're saying is that I have to do it."

He blurted out unconsciously, "Back when we lived at Jiang Lie's house, Jiang Lie did all the chores in the kitchen. He even went hunting in the mountains. Why can't he go into the kitchen?"

After Lin Fengjiao blurted out, she clearly saw his face darken, his lips move but he didn't speak, and he turned his face away in a huff.

Shen Qingshu looked at her and said in a low voice, "Wife, you are my woman now. You're comparing me to that good-for-nothing Jiang Lie. Aren't you just humiliating me?"

"You still think he's better than me. If he were better than me, why wouldn't you consummate your marriage with him? In the end, I was the one who got him, didn't I?"

"Alright, stop saying those petulant things. You're a wife and mother now, how can you still be so willful?"

Lin Fengjiao was so angry that her eyes turned red. Seeing him turn away and go to sleep, she stomped her feet and wiped away her tears, crying out in anger: "Shen Qingshu, you bastard, you're bullying me!"

The twins secretly opened the door a crack, pricked up their ears to listen to the noise outside, and when they saw the two arguing, they looked at each other and grinned.

Mingming whispered, "Brother, they're really arguing."

"Yeah, Brother Stone's method is still the most effective, hehehe."

Lin Fengjiao squatted on the kitchen floor, picked up the rice that had been soaked in soy sauce, rinsed it clean, and put it aside. She then took a basin of water and squatted down to wipe the cement floor.

Soy sauce is easy to stain, and cement floors are even harder to clean. The floor was covered with black stains, and no matter what she did, she couldn't get it right. Frustrated, she bit her lip and sobbed softly.

She couldn't help but think that if it were Jiang Lie, he definitely wouldn't have been so fierce to her, and he certainly wouldn't have let her clean up all this by herself. Thinking of this made her feel even more heartbroken and sad.

More than an hour later, the ground was finally cleaned up. She rubbed her sore back and was about to rest for a while when she saw that Shen Qingshu had already gotten up and was urging her to cook as if nothing had happened.

"Honey, it's dawn. Hurry up and cook some food. Make some porridge, an egg pancake, and stir-fry some shredded potatoes for me to eat with the egg pancake."

Lin Fengjiao didn't want to cook today. Her back and waist were aching, so what was the point of doing anything? She said with a stern face, "I'm not cooking. You can just go out and buy breakfast. It's not like we can't find it."

Shen Qingshu paused in his dressing, walked over and looked at her: "Wife, what's wrong? Are you angry? Oh, don't be angry, how can you hold a grudge against a child?"

"All three-year-olds are mischievous. If you don't believe me, go ask the people in the compound. You don't understand because you haven't had a child. You'll know when you have one."

"Kids this age don't understand. They'll grow out of it as they get older. You can't scold or beat them; they won't understand."

Lin Fengjiao snorted, feeling displeased: "I never said I wanted to hit them. I just hope you'll stand by my side and not protect and spoil the children when they do wrong."

Shen Qingshu's eyes flickered. These were his own flesh and blood; how could he not protect them? He would be relying on these two sons to support him in his old age.

He gently coaxed her, holding her hand, "Okay, don't be angry. You're a grown-up now. I'll bring you some roasted chestnuts tonight, okay? Getting angry only hurts your health, it's not worth it."

"Since my wife doesn't want to cook today, I'll eat out. You three can eat at home. Restaurants aren't always clean; who knows how long it's been since they changed the oil?"

He said a few words of comfort, then picked up his briefcase and left.

Lin Fengjiao stood alone in the living room, feeling irritable. This continued for the next few days, with various accidents happening. She inexplicably tripped and fell at home, only to find glass beads on the floor.

She pulled the two children over and asked them, but neither of them admitted to it. Before she could even spank them, the two of them were already wailing and howling.

In the end, it naturally fizzled out again.

Suffering from constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia, Lin Fengjiao became increasingly irritable, and her face began to break out in pimples. At first, there were only one or two, but later more than a dozen appeared on her face, and the number continued to increase.

Shen Qingshu looked up and saw the pustules on his face. He couldn't help but say, "Wife, you should go to the hospital to get it checked out. Your face looks worse."

"If this is left unattended, it will only fester and become even worse. If this face is ruined, people will laugh at it."

Lin Fengjiao touched her face, feeling a sharp pain.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go to the hospital today. As for the child, I'll send him to my in-laws' place and ask them to take a look at him for now. My face seems to be getting worse."

It's gotten so bad that Shen Qingshu now sleeps with his back to her at night, and he's only willing to share a room with her when the lights are off. He's also incredibly ruthless in his actions, ignoring her pain and showing no tenderness whatsoever.

Feeling depressed, Lin Fengjiao took her two children out after breakfast. When people stared at her face, she subconsciously lowered her head and walked quickly.