A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

Chen Xiaomeng, who was standing to the side, turned pale when she heard Xiao Jingye's words.

Are you reluctant to let Qiao Qingyan do the work?

In her past life, she married into the Xiao family, and she did all the housework herself, inside and out.

You have to cook your own meals and wash your own clothes. When have Xiao Jingye and his crippled mother ever cared about you?

She was furious after discovering the true situation of the Xiao family. She argued with Xiao Jingye's mother and accidentally pushed her, causing her mother to hit her head and bleed.

She was already furious, and then her brainless sister came over and wiped her snot and saliva all over her clothes.

She was filled with rage and slapped that idiot across the face several times.

For these two trivial matters, when Xiao Jingye returned home, his fierce and cold eyes looked as if he wanted to devour her.

Chen Xiaomeng's thoughts drifted away from her memories, and she unconsciously clenched her fingertips.

Chen Xiuying quickly adopted the demeanor of an elder and said:

"That won't do, Jinye. You can't spoil her too much. Qingyan has been lazy since she was little. If you continue to indulge her like this, she'll become even more unruly. It's not easy to find a wife. Household chores that she can manage should be done by the woman. How can you let her relax and enjoy herself all day long?"

Xiao Jingye smiled slightly: "Qingyan is my wife. After marrying into our family, she will naturally enjoy a life of happiness. My mother and I are happy to spoil her."

Qiao Qingyan listened to his words and showed a hint of gratitude.

Regardless of whether their relationship was real or fake, Chen Xiaomeng was unwilling to be outdone.

She deliberately snuggled closer to Jiang Runsheng, and said with a coquettish smile:

"Runsheng, let's hire a nanny when I get pregnant. We're not short of money. I've heard that people in the city hire nannies for postpartum care these days."

Jiang Runsheng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He subconsciously glanced at Qiao Qingyan, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

"Okay, whatever makes you happy."

Before Jiang Runsheng arrived, he had already promised Chen Xiaomeng that he would fully cooperate with whatever she said or did.

After all, she has something on him now.

Chen Xiaomeng smiled sweetly and acted coquettishly:

"When the time comes, have your mom and your sister come and take care of me. The nanny will look after the baby, your mom will cook, and your sister will give me massages, okay? People say that if you take good care of yourself during your postpartum period, your body will recover well."

Jiang Runsheng sighed inwardly and went along with her, saying, "Okay, whatever you say."

Seeing her daughter so confident and influential in her husband's family, Chen Xiuying felt a great sense of pride and satisfaction.

The group chatted idly.

Around noon, Chen Xiuying went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

In a corner of the courtyard, Chen Xiaomeng and Qiao Qingyan squatted down to help wash vegetables.

The freshly picked vegetables are tender and green, with the roots still covered in moist soil.

The two squatted face to face. Chen Xiaomeng was wearing a low-cut top today, and a few red marks were faintly visible between her collarbones.

Noticing Qiao Qingyan's gaze sweep over her, she feigned shyness and tugged at her collar, explaining:

"Hey, Qingyan, don't think like that. It's a mosquito bite, not Runsheng's doing."

Qiao Qingyan frowned, looking speechless. Did I ask you?

Chen Xiaomeng glanced at the man in the room and whispered:

"Runsheng is a gentleman during the day, but at night... I can't handle it. This morning, my back was sore."

Qingyan asked calmly, "What? Did he hit you?"

"No... he didn't hit me. It was just that kind of thing between men and women."

"Oh." Why are you telling me this?

Qingyan kept her head down washing the vegetables and didn't respond.

She was annoyed by Chen Xiaomeng and didn't want to talk to her. Also, this was indeed a blind spot in her knowledge.

Not content with that, Chen Xiaomeng pressed on, asking, "Qingyan, how does Jinye treat you normally?"

"fine."

"So...you two are asleep, right?"

"What?" Qiao Qingyan pretended to be confused.

"Oh, it's that thing between men and women." Chen Xiaomeng stared intently at her, her eyes filled with inquiry and probing.

Qiao Qingyan cleared her throat and said, forcing a smile, "Of course, we're both married."

Chen Xiaomeng scoffed coldly, "Hmph, you were just faking your love to fool me. Xiao Jingye is useless to begin with, how could you two possibly have consummated your marriage?"

Upon hearing her thoughts, Qiao Qingyan's temple twitched slightly; she had forgotten about it.

Chen Xiaomeng didn't directly expose him, but instead hinted at it indirectly:

"Qingyan, have you ever heard of that hunter in our village? He's tall and strong, and his physique looks stronger than all the men in the village."

It's a pity he's all looks and no substance; he has no strength at all, and both of his wives ran off with him.

"Sigh, you know, if a man's health isn't up to par, how much suffering does a woman have?"

Qiao Qingyan didn't say anything, focusing on washing the vegetables in her hands.

She really didn't know how to respond to her.

Chen Xiao's dream was simply to express that her man, Jiang Runsheng, had a decent job and income, and was also strong and capable in bed at night.

Qiao Qingyan married Xiao Jingye, who had no decent job, a meager income, and was also a disabled man.

Ultimately, she just wanted to confirm that she was more unhappy than her.

Qiao Qingyan suddenly chuckled, "I'm not really interested in whether other people are good in that area or not. I only know that my man is good."

"Really?" Chen Xiaomeng raised an eyebrow, her gaze scrutinizing. "How exciting is it?"

The two stood head to head, each preoccupied with their own thoughts and trying to outwit the other, unaware of the footsteps behind them.

Qingyan's beautiful big eyes darted around, and she casually picked up a vegetable from the ground and made up a story:

"It's probably... something like this."

Chen Xiaomeng was stunned. So big?!

Qiao Qingyan slowly yawned lazily, then, remembering Chen Xiaomeng's earlier complaint about a sore back, she mimicked her and gently massaged her lower back in a feignedly delicate manner.

"How annoying! They kept me up most of the night last night and wouldn't let me get any sleep."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the washed vegetables and turned around. She saw Xiao Jingye leaning lazily against the wall a few steps away.

He was staring at her with a half-smile, amusement on his face.

Recalling her careless ramblings, Qiao Qingyan's cheeks instantly burned with embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

She bit her lip, hurriedly walked past him, and quickly took the vegetables into the kitchen.

A short while later, Chen Xiaomeng followed her into the kitchen. Qiao Qingyan didn't want to be around the mother and daughter, so she went out into the yard for some fresh air.

As soon as she stood at the gate, a tall shadow suddenly enveloped her.

What you just said is incorrect.

Qingyan was startled and turned to look at him: "What did you say wrong?"

His dark eyes were deep, and he leaned down slightly, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe, his voice deep and husky:

"The gourd you're holding is a bit small."

After saying that, he turned and went into the courtyard.

Qiao Qingyan was stunned for several seconds before she realized what he meant, and her face instantly turned red.