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

In the courtyard

Jiang Lie sat obediently on the stool, deftly took off his shirt, revealing his bulging tan muscles that shimmered in the sunlight.

Wen Yao crouched down and leaned closer to examine the wound carefully: "Hmm, the wound is a little red. Let me clean it and apply some medicine."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Yao Yao."

Looking down at the top of her jet-black hair, his eyes were filled with unrestrained and viscous infatuation. He moved slightly closer, and the faint fragrance of flowers mixed with the bitter scent of herbs entered his nose, which smelled very nice.

"What kind of face powder did Yao Yao use? It smells so good."

Wen Yao smiled and said, "No, I'm a doctor and I need to keep my nose sharp. I'm also quite sensitive to smells, so I rarely use those perfumes."

Jiang Lie hummed in agreement and just stared at her.

The wound was treated in no time, and Wen Yao stood up: "The wound is treated now. Be careful to avoid the wound when you take a shower. I should go back now."

"Go back? No rush. I've adjusted the height of the swing for you. Go try it out and see if there's anything you don't like. I'll adjust it again if needed."

"The dressing table for the room has arrived, don't you want to go and see it?"

Looking at the burning intensity in his eyes, and recalling the way he had looked at her when they were alone in the room before, as if he wanted to devour her, Wen Yao instinctively rejected him as if she were being burned.

He shook his head and honestly said, "No, I trust your judgment. I'm not picky about those things; good enough is fine."

"If it's a swing, then I'll go swing for a while."

Jiang Lie got up and put on his clothes. After she sat on the swing, he stood behind her and gently pushed her, asking, "How is it? Is this height suitable?"

Wen Yao felt the cool breeze on her face as the boat swayed, and nodded with a smile: "It's very suitable, but it might be a bit too short if you want to sit on it in the future."

"It's alright, this is for you to sit on anyway, the most important thing is that you find the height comfortable."

"Yaoyao, look at the corner of the wall. I planted two rows of climbing roses. After two years, these roses will be really beautiful once they've climbed the wall."

"Yes, Jiang Lie, thank you."

Jiang Lie looked at the person leaning back, those red lips so close, he could taste them if he just bent down and lowered his head, if only… His Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly bent down and moved closer.

Wen Yao looked up at the sky and naturally noticed his face as he leaned down. Her face flushed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes. The man saw that she had given his consent, and his eyes lit up even more.

A figure ran in, chattering, "Sister Wen, are you there? Help! Help!"

Wen Yao was startled by the sound and instinctively looked up, her forehead hitting the other person's chin as if she had hit an iron wall, causing her to groan in pain.

"Hmm~"

Jiang Lie quickly straightened up, reached out and gently touched her reddened forehead, then glanced indifferently at his loud and boisterous younger sister.

When Jiang Baozhu met her older brother's chilling gaze, it felt like a knife was at her neck. She couldn't help but touch her neck. Hmm, her head was still there.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like that? It's kind of scary."

"I just have some pimples on my face, it's not that ugly, is it? Why are you looking at me like that? It's annoying."

She skipped over, squatted down, took Wen Yao's hand, looked up at her with her wet eyes, and gently swayed her body affectionately.

"Sister Wen, look at my face, I have pimples. They're so disgusting and ugly. Can they be cured? I don't want to have scars."

Wen Yao's fair fingers stroked her chin, lifted it slightly to examine it carefully, and then took her pulse: "Hmm, it's nothing serious, just a bit too much internal heat. I'll brew you some cooling herbal tea to help you cool down."

"Don't squeeze the pustules. I'll give you a medicated ointment. Apply it overnight and the redness and swelling will go down. It will heal gradually and won't leave any acne scars."

"If you've taken the medicine, you need to pay more attention to your diet recently. You can't eat spicy or pungent foods. It will be fine once the internal heat subsides."

Jiang Baozhu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I will listen to Sister Wen. I was so scared. I thought I would be left with acne scars. In our village, girls who get acne scars can't be cured no matter what."

After straightening up, he noticed the swing, his eyes lit up, and he went over and plopped down next to Wen Yao, happily exclaiming, "This swing is so nice! Big brother, give it a push!"

Jiang Lie: "..."

Well, the opportunity to get close to Yao Yao that I had prepared was completely ruined by my younger sister, and a hint of helplessness appeared in my eyes.

The two girls swung on the swings, and Jiang Baozhu's cheerful laughter carried far: "Sister Wen, this swing is amazing! It's the first time I've ever seen a swing with a backrest like this."

"I can't imagine how comfortable it would be to read a book while feeling the breeze. Big brother is so considerate to Sister Wen."

Wen Yao's ears turned slightly red, and she softly hummed in agreement: "Your older brother is so thoughtful. I really like this swing. Don't worry about falling off; it's really comfortable to lean against."

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Yao took her hand and went to the educated youth compound. Jiang Lie watched them leave from behind, his resentment deepening. Yao Yao left without even saying goodbye to him.

*

The two of them didn't go to work for the next two days. Jiang Lie didn't want any more trouble before the wedding, so he didn't go hunting in the mountains. Instead, he took his wife to town to buy watches and clothes.

They go to the movies when they have free time and cherish the time they spend alone together, which naturally makes their relationship closer.

The next day, the dowry items that Wen Yao had bought arrived. The two of them brought them back in a small cart. The square box had a black and white pattern on it that clearly resembled a small television set.

The villagers gathered around, whispering amongst themselves: "Is that... a television? Jiang Lie is so rich, he even bought a television. We're so envious!"

"He spent a lot of money on his wedding this time, with a big wardrobe, a big bed, a sofa, a dressing table, and so on. He's so willing to spend money on his second marriage."

"Shh, keep your voice down. It's not his fault that he remarried. Who doesn't want a child? What can we do if the Lin family girl doesn't want to have one? If we don't get a divorce, the family line will end."

Jiang Lie carried things into the house and said, "These things were not bought by me. They were part of my wife's dowry, given to her by her family. They live far away and it was inconvenient for them to come, so they sent them over."

This was a pre-arranged explanation between the two, mainly to appease other people.

Upon hearing this, everyone was even more in an uproar: "A TV, a radio, and an electric fan as part of the dowry? That's really extravagant! These things must cost several hundred yuan each."

"In our countryside, a hundred yuan is enough to get a wife. City people are really rich. But Wen's family is so rich, why did he have to go to the countryside?"

"You can easily find a job in the city; there's no need to go to the countryside. I really don't understand."

Jiang Lie carried the things into the house. Wen Yao reached out to help, but a large hand stopped her: "You don't need to carry them, I can do it. You rest for a bit, don't tire yourself out."