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

Shen Qingshu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gently pulled her hand and patted it: "Hey, wife, you've worked so hard. I never thought the doctors at the hospital were so incompetent that they couldn't even cure the pimples on my face."

"If they hadn't made it so serious, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this. I'm heartbroken for you."

"In the end, it's all my fault. I didn't know it would get this serious."

Lin Fengjiao was overjoyed by his coaxing, but also felt a little guilty: "I was wrong this time. I will definitely change my ways in the future. I shouldn't have run away from home. If something really happened..."

Shen Qingshu said gently, "Yes, you have no idea how afraid I am that something might happen to you. How could you be so brave? If something really happens, it will be too late for you to regret it."

"You can't do that again. If the child is being disobedient, you can scold him, but you can't be strict about him eating. Hitting or scolding him is definitely not an option; it can easily damage the child."

"Daughter-in-law, I know this has wronged you. Don't worry, our whole family will remember your kindness and will repay you properly in the future."

"No need to repay me. We're family, why be so formal? I admit I've been a bit willful, but I'll change in the future. Please give me some time."

As Lin Fengjiao spoke, she leaned against his shoulder and snuggled against him. The faint scent of laundry detergent made her feel at ease. Her man was just too perfect; he knew how to comfort her and worry about her.

"Qingshu, you said the whole family is counting on you, and I really feel sorry for you. Could you find me a job too? The kids will be a little older soon and we can send them to school."

"I don't have much to do at home, and I want to go to work and earn money to help ease the burden on my family, so you won't have to work so hard."

Shen Qingshu narrowed his eyes slightly: "I understand what you mean, my wife. It's just that good jobs have to wait, and bad jobs are too tiring. I'd feel bad if you took one."

"Those factory assembly line workers, their clothes are soaked with sweat by the end of the day. You love being clean, how could I bear to let you do that kind of work?"

Lin Fengjiao nodded in agreement: "Yes, that kind of factory work is not suitable for me. I'm a high school student, after all. How can I do such vulgar work?"

"Yes, even if you were willing, I wouldn't be. It would break my heart. I'm also looking for a good job, but a good job is a lifelong guarantee, which is even harder than finding a partner."

"I'm also waiting for an opportunity. When you get on the bus tomorrow, you'll see our factory leader, who is also my godfather. But this relationship is private; we shouldn't let anyone else know about it."

"If you behave well and are more filial to my godfather, he might have a good impression of you and arrange an easy job for you when you get back."

Shen Qingshu kept trying to persuade her, saying that it wouldn't do her any harm anyway, and that a good job was impossible for her, so she didn't need to know about it.

Lin Fengjiao took it seriously, her eyes lighting up: "Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I will take good care of Godfather tomorrow and won't let you down."

"Yes, my wife is really generous, well done."

The couple sleeps separately at night. There's no other way; it's the custom in the countryside. If the daughter and son-in-law are at the bride's parents' house, it's not appropriate for them to share a bed, as it's believed they'll take away the bride's family's good fortune.

The next day, Zhang Lan got up at the crack of dawn to make breakfast, letting her son-in-law eat and drink first before driving off to work. They would eat a second round, as her daughter liked to sleep in.

Let her eat whenever she gets up.

Two days passed in a flash. During this time, Lin Fengjiao was annoyed by all the questions. One after another, they asked why Shen Qingshu left, why he didn't pick her up, and whether they had quarreled.

Lin Fengjiao pushed the person away and scolded in a low voice, "Enough already, you're so annoying. That's my family matter, don't you understand? Why keep asking? What's the point of asking?"

"My man goes to work, are you expecting me to hang on your waist? Don't you have a brain?"

"Hmph, he'll be coming to pick me up tomorrow, what a pain in the neck."

The young wife's face flushed red and then turned pale, looking as ugly as a palette: "You, you ugly hag, what are you showing off for? You're just lucky to have two good men."

"If your face really can't be cured, let's see who will pay attention to you. You've been married for three years and still don't have a child. What are you so proud of, being unable to have children? Pah!"

Lin Fengjiao was enraged by these words and rushed over without saying a word, raising her hand to strike the woman's face: "You bitch, say that again and I'll tear your mouth apart."

"How dare you talk like that? You're just jealous of my good fortune. If you're so capable, why don't you divorce your husband and marry someone from the city? Only a useless woman like you would spew such sour words. I spit on you, you good-for-nothing."

"Aaaaah, how dare you hit me, Lin Fengjiao, you bitch!"

The two stared at each other and began to wrestle, neither willing to give in. It was only when others saw things getting out of hand that they rushed over to separate them and advised, "You're all from the same brigade, stop arguing."

"What kind of talk is this? And Fengjiao, you too, if Xiaohe says something to you, you can argue with her, but you can't just hit her."

"Your face isn't healed yet. If you get hurt again, who will suffer?"

Lin Fengjiao thought of her face, touched it, looked at the blood on her palm, and screamed, "Ahhh, my face! You bitch, you just wait! If my face is scarred, I'll tear you apart!"

He turned and jogged towards Wen Yao's house.

Once inside the courtyard, he grabbed her: "Wen Yao, quickly check my face! Someone grabbed me, is it serious? Will it leave a scar? I can't have a scar!"

Wen Yao was taken aback by what she heard, not understanding what she meant: "Your face... did you get into a fight?"

Lin Fengjiao's eyes darted around, and she stubbornly said, "Yes, but this is not my fault. Someone was jealous and said bad things about me, and I couldn't stand it."

"Come here, let me take care of you. The medical expenses will be three yuan more."

"Okay, I understand. As long as it can be handled properly, it's not a problem."

A car horn sounded at the gate. Shen Qingshu got off and went straight into the courtyard. He glanced at the person who was carefully treating the wound, and his gaze fell on Wen Yao's stunningly beautiful face, feeling a burning heat.

He strode over, his voice much softer: "Dr. Wen, thank you for your help. Is my wife's face alright?"

"Yes, take good care of yourself, avoid certain foods, apply the medicine on time, and take medicine to relieve internal heat. You'll get better soon."

A few minutes later: "Okay, I'm not going to fight with you anymore. You're so sensitive, don't you know how fragile you are? Don't you want to lose your face?"

Lin Fengjiao pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Shen Qingshu said, "Dr. Wen, I'm taking my wife home tomorrow. Could you prescribe some ointment for us to apply? And could you also prescribe any other medicine we need to take orally?"

"Medical expenses are easy to arrange, thank you for your help."

"...Lin Fengjiao, I remember telling you that the treatment isn't over until half a month has passed. Are you sure you want to leave tomorrow? It's only three days short."