My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 603 ... how unscrupulous

Chapter 603: 603 ... how unscrupulous

Yang Xiaocao and Yang Xiaomiao, the two sisters, were also unbearably hungry.

The older girl couldn’t help but tug at Lin Caixia’s hem and whispered, "Mom, give us a bite of steamed bun, just one bite."

The two frail and sallow little girls had big eyes filled with pleas.

Lin Caixia was utterly unmoved and shook off her hand.

"Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you know. Have I eaten yet? You still want to eat. Giving birth to you was truly my worst misfortune..."

The two girls slightly bowed their bodies, hands covering their shriveled stomachs, totally out of strength, their vision going dark.

Without making a sound, the mother and daughters returned to the house.

The house was pitifully dilapidated.

There was a broken bed, not even a table, and by the wall was a broken chest that even a rat might think twice about visiting.

Other than that, there were only things like spittoons and small baskets, all without exception broken and old.

Being girls, Yang Xiaocao and Yang Xiaomiao were as invisible in the Yang Family, and the sisters didn’t even have a bed.

Their sleeping area was a corner padded with weeds and torn rags.

At the moment, the two sisters were huddled in the corner.

Only the moonlight, streaming through the small wooden window, landed on them, which was all the light the entire room had.

Lin Caixia was lying flat on the bed, breathing quietly as if it helped stave off hunger.

Yang Xiaomiao sniffed her hand, the sweet scent of the steamed bun had long gone.

Disappointment flashed in her eyes.

...If only she had refused when her grandmother washed her hands.

"Sis, that steamed bun was really tasty," Yang Xiaomiao said in a soft voice.

Yang Xiaocao swallowed hard, "Sleep, you won’t feel hungry once you fall asleep."

After saying this, she patted her sister’s back.

Yang Xiaomiao rubbed her empty stomach and closed her eyes.

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At the same time, at the Lin Family.

After eating, Gu Yingzhou planned to ride his bike to take Lin Tang back to the county.

Lin Qingmu started causing a fuss, repeatedly bringing up how Lin Tang had gotten drunk, talked nonsense, and hurt his feelings.

Lin Tang watched her third brother’s dramatic behavior, speechless.

"Third Brother~!"

Lin Qingmu covered his ears, "I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I don’t hear anything."

Lin Tang turned to Gu Yingzhou, who was beside her, her mouth twitching.

Hmm, her third brother was probably... really letting loose.

Gu Yingzhou rubbed Lin Tang’s head and chuckled, "You should take your brother’s car. There’s a breeze outside, don’t catch a cold."

The temperature had dropped sharply these last few days, the day was alright, but in the afternoon, the cold wind could penetrate the bones.

Hearing this, Lin Qingmu gave Gu Yingzhou an approving look.

"That’s my man!"

By now, the wind had started to pick up in the village below, a cool breeze stirring.

Lin Tang untied her thin scarf from around her neck and, reaching up on her toes, wrapped it around Gu Yingzhou’s neck.

"I’ll go take the car then. Take it slow on the road."

The young man was tall, and wearing the little girl’s scarf was somewhat amusing, like an adult trying on a child’s garment.

Gu Yingzhou didn’t mind his appearance and nodded, "Okay."

The transport team’s vehicle was parked at the entrance of the village.

Lin Qingmu nodded to Gu Yingzhou and led Lin Tang away.

Before leaving, Lin Tang winked to her significant other, signaling to meet in the county.

Gu Yingzhou smiled, said farewell to the Lin Family, and rode off toward the county.

The wind on the road was indeed a bit chilly, but the warmth on his neck was enough to dispel all the cold.

Mu Sheng watched as Lin Tang and the others left.

Returning to the courtyard, he swept up the wood shavings and put away the carpentry tools such as axes, planes, and small sawhorses in the tool shed.

Lin Lu and Li Xiuli talked for a while at the door; when they returned, they saw Mu Sheng had cleaned up the courtyard.

The elderly couple exchanged glances, their faces filled with emotion.

Lin Lu sighed deeply.

"...I already said we’d take care of it later, and yet you’ve cleaned everything up. You’ve been busy all day; aren’t you tired at all, you silly boy."

The term "silly boy" in her tone was endearingly unlike her, making Mu Sheng’s lips curl into a smile.

"I’m strong; I’m not tired."

Here, he felt full of energy.

Seeing that the boy couldn’t be persuaded, Lin Lu said irritably, "Alright, get going. While it’s still light out, hurry back. It won’t be good once it gets dark."

Worried that his apprentice might encounter trouble on the road, he went back to fetch his flashlight, which he was reluctant to use himself.

"Take the flashlight. You live far away; be careful on the road."

Mu Sheng refused, "I don’t need it; I know the way."

Without another word, Lin Lu stuffed it into his hand, insisting, "Take it! Better safe than sorry."

Faced with his master’s unrelenting gaze, Mu Sheng had no choice but to accept.

After saying goodbye to his master and mistress, Mu Sheng left the Lin Family.

He had just reached the entrance of the village.

Lin Xiaojing ran over, "Mu Sheng, wait a minute."

She seemed to be in a rush, her face slightly red.

Catching her breath, Lin Xiaojing handed him something.

"Here, take this. It’s an oil cake I saved for you. I made it myself; you’re not allowed to refuse."

Without allowing any debate, she pushed what was in her hand into his.

After stuffing it into his hand, she stepped back a few paces.

Mu Sheng was taken aback, suddenly holding a paper-wrapped bundle.

"...Why are you giving this to me?" he asked, not understanding.

Lin Xiaojing averted her gaze, retorting, "I wanted to give it, so I gave it. Why so many questions?"

Mu Sheng’s fingers tightened slightly; his downcast eyes flashed with an indistinct emotion.

"Thank you."

Seeing that he accepted it, a smile curled up the corners of Lin Xiaojing’s mouth, her expression unable to hide her pleasure.

Waving her hand, she said, "You’d better head back now. See you tomorrow."

After speaking, she headed back home light-footedly.

Even from her retreating silhouette, one could sense her joy.

The Lin Family’s third branch was a bit far from the village entrance; one had to pass through a weed-covered clearing.

Mu Sheng felt uneasy and followed her quietly, only turning to leave after seeing Lin Xiaojing enter her home.

No sooner had he left than the door of the third branch suddenly opened.

"...So foolish." A murmured female voice arose.

Lin Xiaojing, hiding behind the door, smiled.

Even though Mu Sheng had an intimidating face, she knew how tender his heart was.

He, who had once recklessly rescued her from the hands of five or six thugs, was hardly the murderer rumored about.

Such gossip spread by those who couldn’t discern right from wrong, she would never believe.

As Mu Sheng left the Shuangshan Brigade, the sky had already darkened, though there was still some faint light.

Since he knew the way very well, he hesitated to use the flashlight.

He walked briskly on the quiet dirt road.

Approaching the woods by the entrance of the Shuangshan Brigade, Mu Sheng heard rustling sounds from the bushes beside him.

He had learned hunting from Uncle Yuan, running up and down the mountains since he was about ten, and was familiar with all kinds of noises.

The rustling sounds he heard now, with a slightly heavy step, did not sound like animals, but more like...people.

Mu Sheng stopped in his tracks.

Not knowing what was in there, he was very vigilant.

Picking up a stick, he tiptoed quietly towards the edge of the brush.

Parting the knee-high dry grass, he saw several men with expressionless dark faces standing there.