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

When Lin Fengjiao met the look in his captivating eyes, she felt as if she had been burned, and shyly lowered her head: "Yes, I remember. Don't worry, I will take the medicine properly and get better soon."

Shen Qingshu nodded and said, "Let's go take another look ahead."

The two strolled around until dark. Shen Qingshu told her to wait inside while he went out to buy wontons and brought them back. He put two portions on the table inside and then knocked on his former father-in-law's door.

Opening the door, Shen Qingshu saw his reddened eyes and knew at a glance that he had been crying. He pretended not to notice and said with concern, "Dad, I brought you some wontons. Eat them while they're hot."

"Have you changed your clothes?"

Yun Baishan hummed in agreement.

Shen Qingshu's eyes were full of concern: "Dad, give it to me then. I'll take it to wash. If I hang it up, it should dry overnight. Now that Xiaorou is gone, I'm your own son from now on."

"Please don't be so formal with me, or I'll be very sad. What do you think, Dad? Xiao Rou was most worried about you back then. I promised to take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die."

"Doing laundry is such a small thing, I can handle it."

Seeing his sincerity, Yun Baishan softened: "Okay, I'll go get it for you. It's just a jacket and a pair of pants. Thank you for your trouble."

Shen Qingshu said gently, "It's alright, Father. This is what I should do. You can rest assured and leave it to me."

He returned to the room with the clothes in his hands, looked at his wife and said, "Honey, these are your godfather's clothes. Could you wash them and hang them out to dry later? Let's show him some respect."

"Your godfather has a lot of power at work. If he likes you, it will be much easier for you to get a job there in the future. Then my husband and I can work together. Wouldn't that be great?"

Lin Fengjiao readily agreed, "Sure, of course I'd love to. I'll go wash up in a bit, since my godfather's asleep."

"Not yet. I'll rest after I eat some wontons. As I get older, I don't need as much sleep, and I'm also missing my daughter right now, so it's inevitable that I'll be a little irritable. Please bear with me, my dear wife."

"I understand. He's your boss and your godfather, so why would I be really angry? Besides, I'm a single woman too, so I can really understand how you feel."

By the time Lin Fengjiao finished all her work, it was almost eight o'clock. Her arms were aching, and she used her tired body to apply medicine to her face, take some pills, and lie down on the bed.

"I'm so tired. I didn't do much on the bus, so why am I so exhausted? Honestly, I can finally get some sleep."

Just as she closed her eyes, she felt a heavy weight on her body and the man's head around her neck. Lin Fengjiao weakly pushed him away, saying, "Qingshu, I'm so tired. Let's get some rest."

Shen Qingshu's breathing was a little heavy. He pressed one of her arms over her head and quickly tore open her clothes with the other hand, his voice full of desire: "Wife, how long has it been since we made love?"

"I'm about to burst from holding it in, how can you bear to make me hold it in any longer? I can't take it anymore, you don't need to move, just go to sleep."

As they spoke, their movements became increasingly unrestrained, and soon the two were entangled. Lin Fengjiao's eyes widened in pain, her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't help but groan, "It hurts, it hurts so much~~"

Shen Qingshu acted as if he hadn't heard her, his movements were very hurried, and soon he probably got annoyed by what he heard, so he simply covered her mouth and continued with his actions, and it was unclear how much time had passed before he finished.

Lin Fengjiao breathed a sigh of relief, her body trembling slightly. She wanted to get out of bed to wash up, but the next second she was lifted into the air and pinned against the wall by the man, who continued to torment her.

By the time it was over, the person had already passed out, and their body was covered in bruises, which looked quite shocking.

*

"Wife, it's getting light, get up quickly. We need to hurry home. Don't delay, or we won't get home before dark."

Lin Fengjiao struggled to open her eyes, utterly exhausted, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qingshu, my body aches. Wait for me to recover; I'll be fine soon."

She slowly sat up, a strange sensation washing over her body. Her face flushed red, and she couldn't help but say, "You... didn't help me clean up last night? I feel so uncomfortable."

Shen Qingshu was packing his things when he heard this and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was too tired last night and fell asleep. I'll help you clean next time."

"You can do it yourself this time. Hurry up and get it ready so your godfather doesn't have to wait. He doesn't have that much patience."

"Okay, I understand, I'll be right there."

Lin Fengjiao rubbed her waist, endured the shame, washed herself clean, and applied medicine. Looking at the marks on her body, she couldn't help but complain, "No wonder it hurts so much. Is this a dog? It bit me and drew blood."

With trembling hands, she applied medicine to her chest, feeling a surge of annoyance. She got dressed and went downstairs, ate breakfast, got in the car, and continued on her journey. The bumpy dirt road made her feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Shen Qingshu said in a low voice, "Dad, your clothes are dry, I've folded them for you. You can put this away. I also bought you some cigarettes, take them and smoke them slowly."

"Yes, that's thoughtful of you."

"It's alright, Dad slept well last night."

"It's not good. I'm getting old, and I can't fall asleep at night unless I'm very tired. I'll catch up on sleep when I get home. How about you guys? Are you used to it?"

"fine."

Yun Baishan glanced at the person sitting in the passenger seat and, noticing her pale face, unusually showed concern, saying, "Qingshu, look at your wife; she doesn't look well."

Shen Qingshu then looked at her and asked, "Wife, are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Fengjiao shook her head, her voice weak: "It's nothing, just a stomachache, it's a minor ailment. You can continue driving, don't delay your boss from getting home."

"Okay, hang in there, we should be there before noon."

"Okay, I understand."

Seeing this, Yun Baishan didn't say anything more and closed his eyes to rest.

Around eleven o'clock, Shen Qingshu dropped the person off at the entrance of the leader's compound, got out of the car, opened the door, and handed over the things he had bought: "Dad, these are for you, to help you recover."

"Hmm, you're very thoughtful. I'll put you in charge of the purchasing in Nanshan. You know the profit margins are higher there. Fatty just got fired for making a mistake, so you should understand what I mean."

"His stupidity lies in his greed; he can't balance the accounts."

Shen Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said respectfully, "Yes, Father, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'm always careful and cautious in my work, and I know a lot about accounts."

"I won't make that mistake again. I will definitely be more filial to you in the future. Dad, are you free tomorrow? Let's go pay our respects to Xiaorou."

"Yes, tomorrow is fine."

Lin Fengjiao sat in the passenger seat, clutching her stomach and looking outside. She couldn't hear what they were talking about, but she saw the leader carrying a lot of things into the yard.

It goes without saying that it was a gift from her own husband, and it must have cost at least several tens of yuan. It really hurts to think about it.

Shen Qingshu watched them go inside before getting into the car and looking at her: "Wife, let's go home. You can take care of the child and get some sleep."

"Ugh, but my stomach hurts so much. Please take me to the hospital. I can't get up like this and I can't take care of the baby. Please, Qing Shu, please."