Ding Er leaned in and said mysteriously, âWhen the oil lamp is blown out at night and you canât see her face, the taste must be very enchantingâ¦â
Xiao Yishan sternly scolded him with a straight face, âNonsense!â
Ding Er was very afraid of Xiao Yishanâs fierce face and thought he was pretending, âWomen are for men to have. Havenât you done your wife yet?â
Xiao Yishan stared and didnât speak.
Ding Er looked at his expression, âYou havenât really done it with your wife, have you?â
âItâs none of your business!â He replied angrily.
Ding Er was willing to work hard, but occasionally liked to visit the brothel in the town. Naturally, he was a person who liked to meddle, âWe are from the same village, and there isnât much difference in our ages. Are you forbidding me from asking?â
Xiao Yishan, looking cold, poured the well water into his own barrel. The Xiao familyâs barrel was bigger, and it would take two barrels of ordinary water to fill it up.
Ding Er lined up behind him, not in a hurry to fetch water, âDashan, do you dislike your wifeâs appearance so much that you refuse to touch her?â
âNonsense!â
He became more certain that Xiao Yishan had not consummated his marriage with Su Qingyue, âSo the villagers were telling the truth.â
âWhat did the villagers say?â
âThe villagers said your wife despises your looks. She only likes Chuan and your fourth brother, not you.â
Xiao Yishanâs face stiffened.
Ding Er stared straight at his reaction, âSo itâs true.â He looked at Xiao Yishan sympathetically, âEveryone thought your wife was good because she stayed with you in difficult times, even if you were ugly. Unexpectedly, she only cares about appearances.â
âQingyue⦠is not that kind of person.â He said, not very confident. He was willing to believe in Qingyueâs character, but his left face was ruined, and if she did care about it, it was unavoidable.
âWhether sheâs that kind of person doesnât matter much. If she doesnât want to consummate the marriage, you should just force her. After all, sheâs your wife, who can interfere? Even the Official Residence canât interfere that much between a husband and his wife.â
Xiao Yishan glared at him fiercely, âDonât give any rotten ideas!â
âDashan, you are reallyâ¦â Ding Er was also furious, âIâm trying to help you, and you still get angry!â
âGhost needs your help.â He pushed him away roughly, âGet lost!â He was unhappy when he said that his wife cared about appearances, and if it werenât for Ding Erâs good intentions, he wouldâve wanted to beat him to death.
Ding Er was pushed and became furious. He rolled up his sleeves, wanting to fight with Dashan, but seeing his burly figure, even with the support of a crutch, he had no confidence in winning. He angrily said, âTreat kindness as a donkeyâs innards!â
Zhou Fuquan came to fetch water while carrying a pole and was delighted to see Xiao Yishan, âSecond Brother Xiao, you can walk now, thatâs great. Is Chuan doing well?â
âHeâs fine, still needs a few days of rest on the bed.â
Ding Er pulled Zhou Fuquan over, âFuquan, help me reason with him. The whole village knows that Su Qingyue despises Dashan. I gave Dashan advice, and he pushed me!â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWellâ¦â Zhou Fuquan didnât know how to respond right away, âSecond Brother Xiao, if Ding Er meant well, you shouldnât have pushed him.â
Yishan knew Ding Er was not to be trusted, but Fuquan was reliable, âFuquan, is it true that the whole village says my wife despises me?â
âYes.â Zhou Fuquan saw Xiao Yishanâs burly figure and fierce face, he knew no one would dare to provoke him.