Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Selling the House

He felt that he must have prepared the bathwater too hot for his wife, otherwise, why would the entire bathroom be so hot?

And then, his wife must have been frightened by that damned rat, otherwise when has she ever been so bold?

Thinking back to when they first got married, she was still an innocent young girl.

Even though he had seduced her to do some things before marriage, on the night of their wedding, when he took off her dress, the young girl’s nervous and shy demeanor...

After that, every night, she would ask him to turn off the lights, no matter how much he coaxed her, the young girl just couldn’t let loose, and she would easily become too embarrassed to move.

But at this moment...

Su Wensong felt like he was holding a bomb in his hand, wanting to move but not daring to, his body tensed into a straight line.

He asked dryly, "Are you done?"

Sun Lanlan had opened her eyes. Usually, it was this stinky man teasing her, making her embarrassingly uncomfortable, but this was the first time she saw him looking like this.

Suddenly, it was as if she had a breakthrough realization, understanding why men are so keen on teasing.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "It seems not yet."

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was still rational and knew his pregnant wife shouldn’t make big movements, Su Wensong would have almost leaped out.

His eyes wide with surprise as he looked at the little woman in his arms.

Was this his wife? Could she have been possessed by a fox spirit?

But he had to admit, his wife like this was even more charming, he was nearly losing control of himself.

Just as he was about to say something, the light dimmed, and something soft touched his lips, Su Wensong’s breath hitched.

"Lanlan, you’re still pregnant, the doctor said you can’t..."

Sun Lanlan gently kissed him, from the corner of his lips to his cheek, "I know."

You know yet you still...

Su Wensong gave a wry smile; if his wife weren’t pregnant, he would be over the moon with such behavior.

But now, with his wife carrying a child, and her being young and unaware, he couldn’t neglect her health.

His large hand tightly gripped her waist to prevent her from slipping, allowing her to have her way, yet the sweat on his forehead was accumulating more and more.

Until that small hand began to undo his clothes, Su Wensong suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw the little woman in front of him flash him a sweet smile, "I really know what to do..."

This was the man she loved, her heart and eyes full of her man.

He could take care of everything about her, and so could she.

...

"What, you’re selling the house?"

Old Mrs. Jia turned around incredulously, only to see her son’s expressionless face and even began to doubt if she had misheard the words just spoken.

Jia Liang nodded, "Mr. Lin values me and has entrusted me to manage the Bun Shop in the city. I’ll be returning to Ancheng County less and less often. It’s better to sell the house here. I’ll take you to the city to enjoy life."

"I call bullshit on that."

Old Mrs. Jia didn’t even bother to save face, cursed loudly, cleaned her hands of the dough swiftly, and turned back into the house.

Jia Liang glanced at the half-kneaded dough and reminded her, "Mom, didn’t you say you were going to roll noodles for me?"

"Don’t want to eat anymore. If the house is going to be sold, why bother with noodles? It’d be better to stand in the yard and drink the Northwest wind."

"But there’s no Northwest wind to drink in this hot weather."

No sooner had Jia Liang finished speaking than a shoe came flying out from the inner room. Had he not anticipated it, it would have hit him.

He bent down to pick up the shoe and carried it into the house.

He saw his mom standing with her back to the door, sulking.

"Mom, I’m just discussing it with you. I’m your only son, and sooner or later, when I settle down in the city, you’ll have to join me. Keeping the house is pointless."

"Pointless so you think of selling it, huh? This house has been passed down from our ancestors. When I married your dad, your great-grandparents and grandparents all lived in this courtyard. How come the house has to be sold when it gets to you? Aren’t you afraid that when you go down below one day, and see your dad, he’ll whip you?"

Jia Liang placed the shoe beside the kang bed and sat across from his mother, then spoke after a moment, "Dad has been dead for almost 20 years. I’m strong and healthy; I could live another 40 years at least. By then, Dad will have been gone for 60 years. Although he didn’t enjoy much luxury in life and passed away young, he wasn’t a great sinner. King of Hell can’t detain him for 60 years. By the time I get down there, he will have likely been reborn already... probably won’t be able to whip me."

Old Mrs. Jia, furious, raised her hand and slapped him twice.

"You damn boy, how can you speak like that? To think you’d banter with me..."

Seeing his serious demeanor, she thought he was going to discuss the house, but he ended up concocting stories about his dad.

"In 60 years, you won’t see your dad, but what if I go down in a couple of years? How am I supposed to explain it to your dad?"

Jia Liang didn’t dodge, letting his mother’s slaps fall on his shoulders.

"Maybe Dad has been behaving well down there and has already been reborn?"

Old Mrs. Jia stopped hitting him; she knew her son’s character all too well.

"Spit it out, why do you want to sell the house? Don’t give me any of that filial piety crap. If you really wanted to be filial, you’d have listened to me and mended your ways years ago."

Jia Liang grabbed Old Mrs. Jia’s hand, his face all smiles, "Mom, I truly want to be filial to you, and I’ve already mended my ways. You’ve seen it yourself, I now have a legitimate job, and I have a salary every month. It’s time to be filial to you."

Old Mrs. Jia shook off his hand, annoyed, "If you really want to be filial to me, listen to me. We’re not selling the house. Selling the house is something only prodigals and layabouts do. I don’t need you to be filial with your monthly salary. Focus on your job, save the money to find a daughter-in-law. Marrying a daughter-in-law and giving me a grandson, that is being filial. Then, when the day comes, and I’m gone, I’ll have something to tell your dad."

"Why do we keep talking about seeing Dad? Dad’s been reborn already. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll have a son, your grandson, and he’ll be Dad reincarnated..."

"You... you scoundrel..."

Old Mrs. Jia again started slapping his shoulder, continuing until she got tired.

"You’ve just started working in the city, and you’re already in such a rush to bring me over, what would your boss think? If you ask me, you should focus on doing the job the boss entrusted to you well. I’m used to living in Ancheng; I’ve known the neighbors for so many years and don’t want to go to the city, blind as a bat. When one day you get married and have children in the city, then I’ll come and help you take care of them. We won’t sell the house then. No matter what, remember, this is your root."

Jia Liang snorted, "The neighbors around here have long been sick of your son being a thief and can’t stand you anymore. Who would still want to associate with you? They’d be glad to see you gone far away. Didn’t you also say you wanted to move, find a place where no one knows you? Now that the opportunity to move has come, why aren’t you moving?"