Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

Liu Fushan was already drunk, and when Su Qingyun kicked him, he stumbled and fell face-first into the dirt.

He bumped his head and got a big bump, and also knocked out a tooth.

He cried out in pain and spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood; the tooth that had been knocked out was nowhere to be found.

Even so, he dared not linger. He scrambled to his feet and staggered out.

"Su Qingyun, you just wait!"

"I'll expose everything you did to my sister tomorrow!"

Liu Fushan thought fiercely, "I'm just a worthless person anyway, Su Qingyun, you still have some dignity, right?"

When the time comes, I will cling to the Su family and even if I have to be a concubine, I will still send Liu Hongyue into the Su family!

The effects of the alcohol were taking hold, and he was still making his own plans as he stumbled out the door.

……

"Big Yellow!" A cold killing intent flashed in Su Qingyun's eyes.

With a low growl, Big Yellow dashed out like a black shadow.

Liu Fushan was about to go home when he suddenly felt something draped over his shoulder.

The hairs on his body stood on end instantly. He turned around and saw a gaping, blood-red mouth staring right at him.

Big Yellow's mouth reeked of fish, and its gleaming white teeth gleamed with a chilling light in the moonlight.

"Oh my god..."

"Splash..."

Liu Fushan's crotch, which had been kicked by Su Qingyun, was now completely incontinent, and his cotton pants were instantly soaked with urine.

He cried and howled, then turned and ran.

Big Yellow followed at a leisurely pace, occasionally letting out a low growl, chasing him all the way out of the village.

As soon as Liu Fushan dared to stop, it was ready to pounce.

"Ahhh..."

Liu Fushan clutched his thigh where Dahuang had bitten him, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face. He dared not stop and could only run desperately out of the village...

It was the middle of the night, and everyone was celebrating the New Year. The village roads were deserted, so even if he wanted to call for help, no one would hear him.

Liu Fushan ran out in despair and soon left the village.

Seeing that there was no one around, only that chilling growl behind him.

His heart skipped a beat: I'm doomed! Su Qingyun is trying to drive me to my death!

"Su Qingyun!"

"Brother Su!"

"Grandpa Su!"

"Please spare me..."

"I'll never do it again, sob sob..."

"You can do whatever you want with my sister, I don't want a single penny..."

He cried out and begged for mercy, but all he could hear was the howling wind and the ominous growl of Big Yellow.

Liu Fushan mustered his courage and looked back.

In the darkness, Big Yellow's eyes were gleaming green.

That's not a dog, it's a wolf!

Moreover, its calf-sized body exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Liu Fushan had no doubt that if he dared to stop, it could bite off his head in one bite.

"Aaaaaah, someone please save me..."

Liu Fushan ran all the way to the wasteland.

He had been running all the way, and with the alcohol on him, he was sweating profusely and so hot that he took off his cotton-padded coat...

"Huff... huff..."

Liu Fushan had lost track of how long he had been running; his lungs felt like they were going to explode, and his vision was becoming increasingly blurry.

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

Even if he were killed, he wouldn't be able to run anymore.

The moment his body touched the ground, exhaustion combined with the effects of the alcohol caused him to fall into a deep sleep...

Dahuang stood there silently for a few seconds before turning and leaving.

……

Inside the room, Liu Hongyue was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Su Qingyun held her in his arms and gently stroked her head to comfort her.

"Qingyun, I am not good enough for you..."

"My family is full of rotten people, they'll only drag you down... Waaah..."

Liu Hongyue had never been so heartbroken.

Even when she was beaten and scolded by her father, bullied by Liu Fushan, and kicked out of her home as a child, she was never this sad.

But now, she is heartbroken.

Because she didn't want to lose Su Qingyun!

She used to think that all love was fake, something that intellectuals made up to deceive people.

But now, she feels that she has truly fallen in love with Su Qingyun.

But ironically, while he was so insignificant, Su Qingyun became increasingly radiant.

Will he still accept himself?

The thought of being abandoned by Su Qingyun made Liu Hongyue feel like she couldn't go on living.

Su Qingyun gently patted her back, "Alright, alright, everything will be alright after today..."

Liu Hongyue might not understand the deeper meaning in his words, but she would tomorrow.

Seeing the mess on the kang (a heated brick bed), Su Qingyun offered to clean it up.

Liu Hongyue quickly pulled him back, saying, "You're a man, how can you do this!"

She was filled with trepidation and asked Su Qingyun to sit on the warm kang (heated brick bed) while she quickly tidied up herself.

The room was quickly restored to its clean state.

"Qingyun, I'm so sorry, Liu Fushan ruined the house and the wine..." Liu Hongyue said, sobbing.

"It's okay, as long as you're here."

In the past, Su Qingyun was always very domineering towards Liu Hongyue.

Today, she felt wronged, and his voice became much gentler.

Liu Hongyue trembled, a feeling of emotion she had never experienced before welling up inside her.

"Bring the wine." Su Qingyun pointed to the corner of the wall.

Liu Hongyue quickly went over and grabbed a new bottle of sorghum liquor.

"There's no more food..."

"I'll make it for you!" Liu Hongyue turned to go to the kitchen, but Su Qingyun stopped her.

"Let's have a drink together."

Su Qingyun opened the wine bottle and found there were no wine glasses.

He took a big gulp from the bottle, thought for a moment, then looked at Liu Hongyue, gesturing for her to lower her head.

Liu Hongyue was taken aback, then realized what was happening. Her face flushed slightly, and she lay back in Su Qingyun's arms.

"Whoosh..."

Su Qingyun bent down and passed the wine from his mouth to her.

Her face turned redder.

"This counts as a toast."

"Do you understand what I mean?" Su Qingyun's gaze was intense.

He couldn't give Liu Hongyue a formal title, or even a promise.

But Liu Hongyue didn't care!

A happy smile spread across her face.

This is a toast! It's a toast!

Liu Hongyue felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

"Qingyun, I have no extravagant desires."

"I don't want any title, and I don't want anything from you."

"As long as I can stay by your side and serve you forever, I will be content," Liu Hongyue said sincerely.

"You silly woman."

"You're so beautiful, don't you want to get married again?" Su Qingyun asked, squinting her eyes.

"Am I pretty?" Liu Hongyue touched her face, feeling very insecure.

If her face were in later generations, it would be considered a classic oval face, that of a charming and alluring beauty.

But in this day and age, she would easily be called a vixen or an immoral person.

Moreover, having killed two husbands in succession, her reputation was already infamous; who would dare to marry her?

But Su Qingyun accepted him, not only giving him a house and a job, but also treating him kindly from the bottom of her heart.

Liu Hongyue felt that Su Qingyun was the best man in the world!

Liu Hongyue's mood fluctuated greatly today, so Su Qingyun held her and gently comforted her.

Gradually, they both fell asleep.

The rooster crows three times, and the east begins to lighten.

Liu Hongyue woke up with a start.

She actually slept in Su Qingyun's arms all night!

An overwhelming sense of happiness enveloped her.

She gently helped Su Qingyun lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed), then went to add firewood to make the kang warm so he could sleep more comfortably.

"Qingyun, as long as I can follow you, my life is worth it."

……

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, something happened in Xiangyang Village that was neither too big nor too small:

Liu Fushan froze to death in the wasteland outside the village.

An early-rising villager visiting relatives spotted him.

His cotton-padded coat was open, and he was frozen solid, with a faint smell of alcohol emanating from him.

The police arrived, quickly completed the examination, and determined that the person had frozen to death by the roadside after being drunk. They then promptly removed the body.

Liu Fushan was usually idle and had very poor interpersonal relationships.

His death caused little stir; no one felt any regret, and no one even went to offer condolences.

Only Liu Hongyue sat blankly on the kang (a heated brick bed), her feelings a mixture of emotions.

Scenes of Liu Fushan from my childhood to adulthood flashed through my mind.

She discovered that they were all painful memories:

They either hit themselves, scold themselves, or steal their own things.