Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1262 - 1084: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1262: Chapter 1084: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Xia Dabao said, "I don’t care. If we can’t sit and watch, we’ll just stand. Taking a bench is perfect for standing on, isn’t it?"

Lanlan teased Xia Dabao, "Fine, have it your way, but don’t come whining when some of the uncles and aunties in the village start saying you’re too wild and can’t get married."

Xia Dabao said defiantly, "Those quiet and well-behaved ones don’t necessarily marry off any better. Just look at your sister-in-law Axiang. Ever since she married Zhao Datu, when has she had a good day? She must always be getting bullied, right? When I feed the fish by the pond, I can always hear Zhao Datu’s wife scolding Axiang."

Lanlan couldn’t help but shake her head, "You have a point. Axiang’s temperament simply can’t control Brother Datu. Sigh, let’s not talk about this during the New Year. Oh right, I also want to find Brother Xiaobei. He probably hasn’t seen the Niuniang play either."

"Great, then... I’ll take Axian to save us spots first, and you go call Xiaobei. One bench is just right for the four of us to squeeze in," Xia Dabao said.

Lanlan is Tian Xiaobei’s cousin, so it was only proper for her to go and call him.

...

Zhao Datu had also prepared to go out to watch the play.

It was the first day of the New Year, and he had gotten up early to eat rice cakes, changed into a new set of clothes that Zhao Datu’s wife had bought for him, and topped it off with a scholar’s hat.

However, just as he stepped out of the door and passed the courtyard, he heard a voice hesitantly calling him from behind, "Brother Datu..."

Zhao Datu turned around and saw Axiang, also dressed anew.

The red clothes she was wearing must have been sewn by Widow Chen before she married. Axiang had a slim figure and had developed well; with just a bit of dressing up, she looked quite attractive. Moreover, ever since marrying, she always wore her hair up, adorned with a wooden hairpin that Zhao Datu had given her.

Zhao Datu was initially startled but quickly resumed his fierce expression, "What do you want? If you want to call me, just call me. Why say Brother Datu?"

Axiang lowered her head and then corrected herself, "Datu?"

"What is it?" Zhao Datu asked impatiently. "It’s the New Year; if you have something to say, say it. If you need to fart, just fart. Stop hemming and hawing."

Axiang felt her heart sink again.

Since the day she had married into the family, Zhao Datu hadn’t paid any attention to her, always sleeping in another room. Zhao Datu’s wife was even more critical of her, only Uncle Zhao was somewhat decent toward her.

Last night, as she was washing dishes until midnight, Uncle Zhao passed by and spoke a few words to her. The gist was for her to be patient—for now, Zhao Datu was an immature boy. Zhao Datu’s wife was prejudiced against her, which is why she was being sidelined. If she continued to work hard in the family, be good to Zhao Datu’s wife and Datu, one day even the iron tree might blossom.

Axiang thought she had no way back and might as well heed Uncle Zhao’s advice. If she could get Zhao Datu to look at her a few more times, her life would seem a bit more fulfilled.

"Datu, are you going to watch the play? I want to go, too," Axiang said, looking somewhat hopeful.

But Zhao Datu glared fiercely at her: "Whether you go or not, what’s it to me?"

Axiang quickly grabbed a bench and followed behind Zhao Datu, "I... Can I go with you?"

Zhao Datu still looked at her with disgust, "I’ve told you, go if you want. If you’re going, mind your own business and don’t follow me. If you do, I’ll hit you!"

"..." Axiang felt wronged, but after Zhao Datu left the house, she still picked up the bench and followed him.

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