Rebirth of a Farming Wife - Chapter 534

Chapter 534: Chapter 541: Come and Catch Someone
 

Sikong Ling watched Su Wenyue continue without any intention of stopping and was somewhat dumbfounded. He quickly intervened, realizing that not only was Su Wenyue just recovering from a serious illness, but even Ordinary people would have problems if they suddenly ate something so spicy. It seemed that Han Yu’s control had been too harsh. The saying “too much of a good thing can be a bad thing” was proven, as it had led to Su Wenyue’s extreme craving.

“I’ll eat one more piece!” Su Wenyue also knew that sudden spicy indulgence could upset her body, but being suppressed by Han Yu for so long had intensified her craving. Once she started eating, she couldn’t stop herself—it really wasn’t satisfying enough.

“Not even one piece!” Sikong Ling saw Su Wenyue extending her chopsticks toward the spicy dish again and promptly blocked her, fearing she might indeed get sick from these foods. He saw Su Wenyue glaring at him.

“Glaring at me will do you no good, you really can’t eat anymore. Why don’t you try something else? These dishes taste good too, and they’re not spicy, just right for you to eat,” Sikong Ling said, signaling the Servants to take away the bowls filled with chili, and ordered some porridge to be prepared.

“Come on, how can you be like a child? You’re grown up; you should know how to control yourself when eating. Have you ever seen anyone eating chilies like this? If you make yourself sick, then what?” Sikong Ling unconsciously adopted a scolding tone. He was starting to understand Han Yu’s feelings; no wonder Han Yu sometimes looked so helpless and troubled.

Su Wenyue didn’t take it to heart. “It’s fine, I know my limits. I’ve eaten more than this before without any issues. But having just a little bit is far from enough to satisfy the craving. It’s all Han Yu’s fault for being such a strict controller. Eating is one of life’s greatest joys, and having restrictions on it takes all the pleasure away.”

For a while now, Su Wenyue had been under strict control by Han Yu, with no one to confide her frustrations in, bottling up until she couldn’t help venting to Sikong Ling, expressing her ‘misery.’

“That’s why I’m saying you’d be better off with me. I definitely wouldn’t control you like Han Yu does; you could do whatever you like, how liberating that would be,” Sikong Ling said, jesting in response to Su Wenyue’s words, but he knew it was an impossibility and treated it as a joke.

“Oh please, your Sikong Mansion’s backyard is just a cage bigger than a prison cell, with all sorts of rules and those troublesome women. If I entered, it would be like jumping into a fire pit. I’m not stupid!” Su Wenyue retorted, clearly annoyed. Having spent the better part of her previous life in the Sikong Family’s backyard, she knew exactly what it was like and wasn’t about to be fooled by Sikong Ling.

“If you don’t like to stay with the Sikong Family, I can arrange for you to live outside, so you won’t have to deal with those women. When I travel far, I’ll take you with me, take you to different places for fun, and ensure you won’t be restricted.”

“And then what, under what status? As a Concubine or a Concubine Aunt, or a little girl? Surely you don’t mean to give me the status of Legal Wife,” Su Wenyue said, her voice laced with sarcasm and a hint of desolation, hinting at her previous life, when she was deceived by Sikong Ling’s sweet words and trapped in the Mansion.

Sikong Ling had initially wanted to continue joking, but upon hearing Su Wenyue’s poignant tone, the words stuck in his throat, as if speaking another line would surge guilt and shame through him.

“Forget it, I was just joking with you. I’ve already married a first wife and, both publicly and privately, I can’t divorce her without cause. You, Su Wenyue, are a person of integrity and pride; how could you be a concubine? That would be an insult to you. I would never dare to entertain such an idea, nor could I bear to let you endure such humiliation. Han Yu might have failed to protect you this time, but setting that aside, he truly is a Good man and a suitable match for you. The two of you should live well together,” Sikong Ling conceded, his emotions turning over and over inside, recognizing that he lacked such fortune.

Su Wenyue saw the sincerity in Sikong Ling’s words and felt quite moved inside, but she responded with a cunning smile, “Good, that’s what you said, and I will take your advice and get along well with Han Yu from now on. Since you’ve given up on that idea, shouldn’t you let Han Yu and me leave Peach Blossom Valley?”

Although she already had a way to leave Peach Blossom Valley, being able to leave openly and easily would still be better and less trouble, and would spare Han Yu the risk of finding out.

“No way,” replied Sikong Ling without a moment’s hesitation, his refusal instantly frustrating Su Wenyue.

Su Wenyue’s eyes widened in surprise; she had thought after Sikong Ling’s speech, he would have given up and agreed, but instead, he rejected her. What did that mean? Was he toying with her?

“Hey, Sikong Ling, do you find this amusing? After clearly saying you wouldn’t pester me any further, you continue to keep Han Yu and me trapped in this valley. Isn’t that a little unfair? Are you even a man?” she challenged.

“No need to try to provoke me with reverse psychology. Your little schemes might work on your Han Yu, but not on me. They’re simply not enough,” Sikong Ling said, his face and tone shifting back to one that dared her irritation.

“Sikong Ling, you’re nothing but a bastard. I was a fool to believe you. Liar,” Su Wenyue practically fumed, unable to accept his refusal and mockery, diminishing her intelligence—this was intolerable.

“Say whatever you like, but what’s decided is decided. I’m not going to let you go willingly. If Han Yu wants to take you out, he can figure out his own way. If he doesn’t have the ability to do so, he doesn’t deserve to be your man. Don’t worry yourself with such matters; they are for men to deal with. There, there,” Sikong Ling concluded, then picked up his bowl and chopsticks to start eating the dishes Su Wenyue had specially made for him, determined not to waste them.

Seeing Sikong Ling so nonchalant, Su Wenyue deflated. What was the point of her getting angry if he was enjoying his meal without a care? Besides, the spicy dishes had already been removed from the table by Sikong Ling, leaving her with little appetite. She sat there foolishly, begrudging how eagerly Sikong Ling ate while internally begrudging him.

As Sikong Ling had expected, upon returning and not finding Su Wenyue, Han Yu inquired about her whereabouts and immediately came to fetch her.

Seeing Su Wenyue’s bright red lips—a clear sign of indulging in spicy food, and not just a little—Han Yu felt a tickling rage. The girl was just too disobedient, too infuriating: “Su Wenyue, are you still a three-year-old toddler, or what? How could you not understand and do such a sneaky thing as stealing food!”

“Well, if you hadn’t denied it to me, would I have needed to? Besides, I didn’t eat much. It won’t be a problem,” Su Wenyue softly protested, her voice carrying a hint of defiance. She had planned to mold Han Yu into a doting husband, but somehow, things had gone awry. Instead, she was tamed by Han Yu into compliance.