After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Lin Ling was both ashamed and angry: "Put me down right now!"

Wu Ren said, "Don't make a sound, or he'll find out."

Lin Ling was really in a difficult position; she had never been so unconventional in her life.

Wu Ren's attention was entirely on Fang Yun, and he didn't notice at all that the little boy in his arms was blushing.

Before long, Fang Yun entered a thatched hut. Wu Ren put down the little boy in his arms and said, "We've arrived."

Lin Ling was immediately drawn to the thatched hut in front of her. "I never imagined that Brother Yun would live in such a poor place."

Wu Ren sneered from the side, "So poor, yet they still have money to go on pleasure boats, don't you find that strange?"

Lin Ling felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, instantly sobering her up considerably.

He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Fang Yun entered the thatched hut, where a few voices could be heard before the hut fell silent.

After a while, a young man dressed in plain linen clothes came out of the house.

The young man looked very haggard, with an aged appearance and a hunched back, resembling an elderly man.

In fact, he doesn't look old at all; he looks to be only in his twenties or thirties.

Lin Ling's eyes widened.

He remembered his brother Yun saying that he and his uncle depended on each other for survival, and there was no third person in the family.

But this guy is clearly not Fang Yun's stepfather.

The ages don't match.

So who is he?

Lin Ling felt a chill run through her body.

There's only one possibility in this situation...

In the dilapidated courtyard in front of the thatched hut, the young man struggled to fetch water and began to wash his dirty clothes.

He was very thin, so thin that he looked like he could be blown away by the wind.

His face was weathered, his lips were pale, and he seemed to have a deathly aura.

He stiffly rubbed his clothes, his dry, straw-like hair tied up with a thin twig, and the stray hairs on his forehead were frizzy, making him look especially pitiful.

"Who is he...?" Lin Ling said softly.

Wu Ren stepped into the courtyard and said, "Why don't we just ask?"

Lin Ling quickly grabbed him, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't you want to know who he is?" Wu Ren said. "If we don't ask, are we supposed to just guess?"

Lin Ling asked in surprise, "Are we just going to ask like that?"

That's incredibly rude!

Wu Ren said, "What else?"

Lin Ling said, "Maybe we should just forget about it. Maybe this guy is Brother Yun's husband. If I go and ask, I'll just be asking for trouble."

Wu Ren said coolly, "And you call him Brother Yun?"

"I'm used to it..." Lin Ling said softly, "I didn't know he was lying to me before."

Wu Ren said, "This kid doesn't look like a good person at all. I don't know what you see in him."

"I..." Lin Ling's voice weakened slightly, "Even if... even if he has a husband, going to pleasure boats to visit prostitutes, I... I..."

He meant to say that even so, he didn't care.

But he simply couldn't bring himself to say it.

He cared about it very much.

When he was in contact with Fang Yun in the past, he never mentioned that he had a husband, and he always acted very virtuous.

It originates from emotion but is restrained by propriety.

He never did anything presumptuous; he was a scholarly gentleman who was restrained and courteous in every word and deed.

But now he saw this man step off the pleasure boat with his own eyes, and the young man sharing his room was clearly someone with whom he had a close relationship...

Lin Ling thought sullenly: It was just me who liked him unconditionally, I'm so stupid...

Even though the other party has never made a single promise, they have kept him hanging on for so long with just a few ambiguous words.

Wu Ren looked at Lin Ling and said, "Are you going to cry?"

Lin Ling: "..." Silently holding back her tears, "I'm not crying."

"That's fine," Wu Ren said. "What's the use of crying now? You should make the man who lied to you cry."

Lin Ling shook her head, wanting to save face for both of them, and said, "Let's go back."

Wu Ren asked, "Don't you want to double-check? What if this guy isn't your brother Yun's husband? Wouldn't you be misunderstanding him? You might regret it in the middle of the night and blame me for meddling."

Lin Ling glared at him, "I would never do that!"

Wu Ren shrugged. "Who can say for sure?"

Lin Ling continued to glare at him.

This scoundrel was sent by heaven specifically to annoy him!

"What's the use of glaring at me? It's not like I lied to you," Wu Ren said. "How about this, I'll go and drag that man out and beat him up to calm you down."

Lin Ling shook her head. "He saved me when I was bullied by some thugs before, so even if he lied to me about these things, I don't want to beat him up."

Wu Ren found it strange and couldn't help but pinch the young man's smooth cheek. "Are you so easy to bully? How come everyone can bully you a couple of times?"

Lin Ling said earnestly, "It's not my fault that others bully me. Brother Pearl said that the one who's wrong is the bad guy, not the victim."

He raised his head and said, word by word, "If kindness is wrong, then the world is wrong, not me."

"Who is Pearl? Yin Zhiwei?" Wu Ren said. "He has a lot of fallacies. Who cares if he's right or wrong? Just kill them all, right or wrong is decided by the survivors."

"What you're doing is wrong," Lin Ling said. "I'm not talking to you anymore. Pearl Brother also said that talking to someone whose values ​​don't align with yours is a disservice to yourself."

Wu Ren: "..." Don't be too obedient, kid.

Lin Ling turned to leave, but bumped into an old man.

This was a narrow path with fields on both sides, so Lin Ling stood aside and let the old man go first.

Wu Ren had no respect for the elderly or care for the young, and even said in a bad temper, "Old man, don't block the way."

Lin Ling: "..." What an rude person!

The old man was clearly shocked, never expecting that in today's society where moral education is emphasized, there would still be such impolite juniors.

However, seeing the curved sword hanging at his waist, he looked like someone not to be trifled with, so the old man didn't say much and let him go first.

Lin Ling sighed, realizing that their Tengshe Kingdom did not implement nine-year compulsory education, which was why the quality of its people varied so much.

The old man walked straight to Fang Yun's house.

"Is Fang Yun's wife here?" the old man called out.

The young man washing clothes in the courtyard looked up at the old man with a puzzled expression.

The old man said, "The couplets in the ancestral hall need to be rewritten. Tell your husband to remember to come to the ancestral hall this afternoon to rewrite the couplets."

The young man remained in one position for a long time, nodding stiffly with his neck.

"This is a big deal, remember to tell him." After saying this, the old man walked away with his hands behind his back.

The old man had a strong voice, so Lin Ling naturally heard him.

He really wanted to cry, after all, the man he liked not only had a family, but also wasn't the gentleman he appeared to be; he had even deceived him...

But with Wu Ren by his side, he really didn't want this man to look down on him, so he forced himself not to shed tears.

However, those red-rimmed eyes made her look rather pitiful.