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

Shen Qingshu came out of the kitchen and called out, "Let's make noodles for dinner, and also eat the leftover chicken from lunch. We don't have a refrigerator, so the vegetables won't keep for long. Let's eat them all to prevent them from spoiling."

"Fengjiao, did you hear me? Don't make me say it twice. Hurry up and cook the food. I'm very tired."

That face was even more disgusting; he could smell the stench, and he couldn't bring himself to eat it.

Lin Fengjiao's heart sank. The joy she had felt earlier vanished, replaced by a turbulent feeling of frustration, resentment, and anger.

He pressed his hand to his chest, pursed his lips, and resignedly started eating noodles.

"It's alright, it's alright. You didn't believe me, did you? Fine, then I'll see how you manage to leave this house. You can do it yourself."

Lin Fengjiao completely suppressed her hesitation and made up her mind. She would buy a ticket to go home tomorrow to treat her face. She would deal with it when her face was better. The disgusting look he gave her was too hurtful.

A large bowl of chicken noodles was served, and the two children said obediently, "Daddy, you eat first. Eat more chicken. Working is too tiring. We'll massage your shoulders and back later."

Shen Qingshu couldn't help but smile: "Good girl, you've grown up and become sensible. You must take good care of your parents in the future, okay?"

"Sigh, going to work is really tough. I'm busy all day long, and my head is spinning."

"Okay, we'll definitely behave."

Lin Fengjiao didn't sleep much all night. When it was just getting light around four or five o'clock and not many people were up yet, she quietly took out her bundle from under the bed and then took out the remaining twenty-two yuan from the drawer.

I gently opened the door and went out. By the time I reached the train station, it was already dawn. When I bought my ticket and boarded the train, my heart was pounding so hard, it felt like a dream.

Her face was wrapped up and felt a little stuffy. Lin Fengjiao looked out the window, and the long-lost freedom made her feel much better. She unwrapped the cloth and let the air outside blow on her face.

The person opposite gasped, "My God, a ghost!"

"It's so ugly."

Lin Fengjiao's smile froze as she looked out the window at the people pointing and whispering about her. Their harsh words pierced her ears like knives.

She has been beautiful since she was a child. People who see her always praise her for being fair-skinned and pretty. Words like "ugly" and "disgusting" never appear on her.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I took the cloth and covered my face again, glaring fiercely at those who had spoken rudely.

She poked her head out and angrily cursed, "You're as skinny as a bamboo pole, and you still have the nerve to call me ugly? Even if I'm ugly, I'm still better than you, you starving ghost. If you curse me again, I'll curse your ancestors."

The person speaking on the platform was stunned by the insults: "You, you girl, you have such an unpleasant way of speaking! Your face is all rotten, yet you don't go to see a doctor, and you blame others for speaking unpleasantly?"

Lin Fengjiao gritted her teeth: "You skinny stick, if you don't have money for food, why don't you go beg for food? You're really meddling in other people's business. It's none of your concern."

"You, you..."

As the argument raged, the train slowly started moving. Looking at the man standing on the platform, ready to jump up and down, Lin Fengjiao felt a surge of relief. The suppressed and stifled emotions she had been feeling for so long had been unbearable.

The next day, when she arrived in town, she was afraid of being seen and laughed at if she went back during the day, so she walked home in the evening. It was dark when she got home, so she climbed over the courtyard wall and went inside.

Feeling the familiarity of everything at home, I covered my mouth and secretly cried. Home is still the best.

Lin Jianguo and Zhang Lan returned together, saying, "Fengjiao hasn't written a letter in a while, has she? The young couple just got married, they shouldn't have much to do, so why hasn't she had time to write?"

"Well, she's probably tied up with the child. Her sister-in-law is a widow and was kicked out by her in-laws, so she has to take care of the child at their house."

"We didn't know about this at the time. You know, Fengjiao just got married and doesn't even have any children of her own, yet she has to take care of someone else's child. What's going on here?"

There were no outsiders around, Zhang Lan complained, "I knew they were in such a hurry, turns out it's about his sister. I'll ask Feng Jiao if her sister-in-law has taken the child away yet."

"It's okay to temporarily switch to a different job, but we can't really leave it all to our Fengjiao. If she ends up taking care of the baby and the whole family, she'll really become a maid. Household chores are never easy to do."

"If our Fengjiao can't work, that won't do. She'll have to have a job once she goes to the city."

Lin Jianguo sighed: "Tell me what this is all about. It would have been so much better if she had married Jiang Lie back in the countryside. That boy is so kind. No matter how spoiled and unreasonable Feng Jiao was in the past three years, he never hit or scolded her once."

"Now that she's in the city, who's going to spoil her like that? She didn't want a good man, she didn't want a good life, and she was having an affair with some educated youth from the city. Now look what's happened, Jiang Lie has married someone else."

"Look at that Wen educated youth, he's gotten a bit fatter. It's clear he's been well taken care of. Why doesn't our daughter like him?"

Zhang Lan sighed as well: "Who knows? He's young and doesn't know any better. We've spoiled him. He doesn't appreciate Jiang Lie's good qualities. Besides, Jiang Lie is indeed illiterate, you know what I mean."

Lin Jianguo retorted, "So what? They're learning from Wen, the educated youth, and they already know quite a few characters. What's the use of a degree? The most educated people are the ones who go through the most troubles."

The two opened the door and were startled to see someone sitting in the yard: "Who's there?"

Lin Fengjiao rushed towards them, sobbing, "Father, Mother, it's me! I'm back!"

"Oh, what are you doing back at this time? Where's your son-in-law? Didn't he come back with you? Did you two have a fight? Tell me, did he bully you?"

Zhang Lan pulled her daughter into the house, turned on the light bulb, and her pupils contracted when she saw her daughter's face clearly. She was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly: "My goodness, who are you? How could my Fengjiao be like this?"

"Your face is all bruised and battered, it's terrifying."

"Where's Shen Qingshu? Why didn't he take you to get your face treated? Say something! What happened? Don't stay silent."

Lin Fengjiao dared not touch her face, and said aggrievedly, "Mother, all I want to do now is to go find Wen Yao to treat my face. It hurts so much, my face will rot if this continues."

"We can talk about it later. Take me to her while it's dark. I've already looked in the city, but they can't do anything about my face. Please help me."

"Waaah, I don't want my face to rot, I don't want to become an ugly monster."

Zhang Lan had never seen her cry so sadly. Even after her divorce from Jiang Lie, she was always lively and energetic. Zhang Lan said with heartache, "Let's go find Wen Yao to have her face checked."

"Everyone knows she's a good doctor, she'll definitely heal your face. Let's go together and beg her, she'll be kind-hearted and he'll definitely heal you."

"Okay, let's go now."

"It hurts so much."

Under the cover of night, Lin Fengjiao and her daughter arrived at Jiang Lie's house, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open, calling out, "Is Doctor Wen home?"