Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

"puff!!!"

When Lin Xiuer heard the words "husband," her mind went blank, and the warm water she had been drinking to calm her nerves suddenly sprayed out!

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!" She managed to spray out the water, but because she moved too quickly, she caught her breath and choked, bending over and coughing violently, her face instantly turning bright red.

"What...what did you just say?!"

Husband?! Wife?!

Surely she hasn't misunderstood this time.

No! Even if this person has a high fever and damages their brain, it's impossible for them to have memory problems.

So the only person he came into contact with after waking up was Xiaobao.

Lin Xiuer coughed until tears streamed down her face, then looked at Xiao Bao on the inside of the bed with an incredulous, almost horrified expression, frantically asking: "You brat! What did you say to her?!"

Xiao Bao didn't understand why his mother was looking at him like that. He just quietly shrank his neck, his big, dark eyes filled with confusion and innocence.

He clearly didn't receive the complex message in his mother's eyes.

The man was taken aback by her intense reaction. Looking at her flushed cheeks and watery eyes, his pale face was filled with helplessness and worry.

"My wife, are you...are you alright?"

Lin Xiuer really wanted to knock this man unconscious and make him wake up again.

After finally stopping the cough, looking at the chaotic and bizarre scene in front of me, I felt completely overwhelmed.

Looking at the handsome man calling her "wife" with an earnest (?) expression, then at the innocent-looking Xiao Bao, and recalling the vague conversation she had overheard outside the door...

A terrifying suspicion began to take shape in her mind.

Could it be... that the man damaged his brain and lost his memory? And then there's that silly little Bao...

She dared not think any further and made a decisive decision: she had to find out the situation immediately!

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound steady, and forced a stiff smile at the man on the bed.

"Hehe, well... my lord just woke up, his health is important, please... please rest well first, don't think too much. I... I'll take Xiaobao to... to pee!"

After saying that, she dared not look at the man on the bed with his questioning yet gentle gaze. She rushed over, scooped up the still bewildered little baby, and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Leaning against the earthen wall outside the door, Lin Xiuer's heart was still pounding wildly.

Inside the room, the faint sound of a man gasping for breath in pain could still be heard.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm, "Baby, tell Mommy, what did you and that uncle talk about before Mommy came in?"

Xiao Bao blinked his big eyes and whispered, "He woke up and asked me who I was. I said I was Xiao Bao."

"and then?"

He asked...who he was.

Lin Xiuer's heart jumped: "...What did you answer?"

Xiao Bao fluttered his long eyelashes, thought for a long time, and then whispered, "I said... you are Daddy."

Lin Xiuer's vision went black.

"Why...why did you call him Daddy?!" Her voice trembled slightly.

Xiao Bao lowered his head, clutching the hem of his clothes, and said in an even softer voice, "Grandma said he was injured and almost eaten by wolves. Mom carried him back from the back mountain."

There wasn't anything wrong with Wang's explanation to the child. "And then?"

She had a bad feeling.

Xiao Bao blinked his big eyes, a simple logic typical of children showing on his face. "Everyone says that when Daddy went to the back mountain, he fell down the mountain... and died."

He paused, looking at Lin Xiuer, his tone becoming uncertain yet hopeful, "Wasn't the one Mother carried back from the mountain... Father?"

Lin Xiuer: "…………"

She got it.

I understand everything.

In the simple and pure world of a four-year-old child: He heard that his father died on the mountain, and now his mother is carrying an injured man back from the back of the mountain.

Therefore, this injured man = Daddy.

What a simple, perfect closed-loop logic!

No wonder that man's opening remarks were so shocking, all he used were terms like "wife" and "husband"! It turns out, it was Xiao Bao who gave him this identity!

Lin Xiuer held her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

The one inside was clearly suffering from a fever due to injury, resulting in severe memory problems and a complete blank in his mind.

He woke up and the first thing he saw was a child who told him, "You are my dad." What could he do? He was desperate!

In the absence of other corroborating memories, a blank mind is easily led to accept the first seemingly reasonable premise it encounters.

Moreover, this story also includes a "wife" who has been busy taking care of him and saved his life...

This misunderstanding has caused a huge uproar!

What should we do now?

He rushed in and told him, "Hey bro, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your wife, and you're not my deadbeat husband. You're just a big nuisance I picked up from the mountains?"

If he were to ask, "Then who am I? And why am I so badly injured?"

What was her answer? She said, "I don't know. You were almost dead when I found you. I pawned the only valuable thing you had, a knife, and also stole three taels of silver from your pocket."

Lin Xiuer shivered.

No, at least not now. Although she pawned his knife to get more money for his medical treatment.

But she did save him with her own spiritual spring water. What if he turns his back on her and repays kindness with enmity?

Moreover, the man's injuries had not yet healed, he had no memory of the events, and his emotions could not be subjected to too much stimulation.

Moreover, his injuries and the knife... all indicated that his identity was far from simple, and that there might be great trouble behind him.

Until he regains his memory or is certain of his safety, this misunderstanding... might actually be a layer of protection for his true identity.

At least, it would allow him to focus on recovering from his injuries and temporarily quell any potential malicious prying in the village.

A husband who has come back from the dead sounds more reasonable than a stranger of unknown origin.

Lin Xiuer's mind raced, and in a short moment, she had already weighed the pros and cons.

She crouched down, looked into Xiaobao's clear eyes, and said to him in a serious tone, "Xiaobao, listen, don't tell anyone about that...uncle in the house, okay? This is a little secret between us and Uncle."

Xiao Bao seemed to understand but not quite, but seeing his mother's serious expression, he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I won't say."

"Good boy." Lin Xiuer rubbed his head, composed herself, went to the kitchen to fetch another bowl of warm water, and pushed open the door.

The man on the bed seemed somewhat bewildered by her violent reaction and sudden departure. He was leaning against the bed, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with obvious confusion and searching as he looked toward the door.

Lin Xiuer walked to the bedside, handed him the bowl of water, and tried her best to force a smile that she thought was gentle and warm, and to make her voice sound as natural as possible.

"My lord, have some water first. You are badly injured and have had a high fever for several days. Your mind... cough, your memory may be a little blurry. Don't worry, focus on getting better first."

"Once you recover, your memory might slowly return."

The man took the bowl, and his fingertips inadvertently touched hers; the icy touch made Lin Xiuer's heart skip a beat.

He lowered his head to drink water, his long eyelashes drooping down, casting a faint shadow on his pale face.

After finishing his water, he looked up at Lin Xiuer, and the confusion in his deep black eyes faded slightly.

Instead, he felt a complex mix of gratitude, dependence, and a hint of confusion that he himself couldn't explain.