The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 3963: A Young Girl's Thoughts

On the way out of Fu Bo's house, Mu Zichuan told Yang Ruohui: "Ruohui, great kindness doesn't need thanks. I remember your kindness to my mother in my heart."

>"One day, if you have any whim, even to commit murder and arson, I, Mu Ziquan, will do it for you!"

Originally, she was walking along just fine when suddenly she heard someone utter this 'blood oath' by her ear. Yang Ruqing was startled and turned her head to look at him.

"Murder and arson? Don't scare me, I, Yang Ruqing, may not be a saint from nine lifetimes, but I don't do things that harm heaven and earth, oh. Don't corrupt me." she said with a chuckle.

Mù Zǐchuān was also looking at her. Unlike her feigned lighthearted teasing eyes, his were deep, persistent, earnest, and resolute, like an unfathomable abyss.

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“I’m serious, I’m not kidding,” he said once more.

"The prescription you brought is the most crucial; without it, everything else is pointless." he said.

Yang Ruqing couldn't force a smile anymore. She pursed her lips and said, "Well, there isn't much else I can do to help my adoptive mother. All I can do is try my best to lessen her pain."

"Alright, Kazuhiro. Let's not talk about repayment between siblings anymore. We're almost at your house. I might as well check on my mother-in-law. I haven't visited her today!"

When Yang Ruqing and Mu Zichuan arrived at the old Mu family, Liu Doukou was in the west room feeding Zichuan's mother millet porridge.

I'm almost done with the bowl.

Seeing her stepmother's good appetite, Yang Ruqing and Mu Zichuan looked at each other, both of their eyes secretly pleased.

"Mother, Qinger has come to see you." Mu Zichuan said.

Zichuan's daughter raised her head and saw Yang Ruqing. A smile appeared on her face.

“Here comes Qing'er, please sit down.” the woman said.

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Yang Ruqing responded and sat down on a stool by the side.

Liu Doukou glanced at Yang Ruqing and smiled faintly, nodding lightly before turning back to feed the last two spoonfuls of millet porridge to Zichuan Niang.

After finishing, she got up and walked out of the western room.

He never looked at Mu Zichuan from beginning to end, nor did he say a word directly to Yang Ruqing.

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Mu Zi Chuan's heart was filled with understanding, his face calm as still water, without a ripple.

While Yang Ruqing gazed at Liu Doukou's hurried departing figure, she was secretly astonished.

In the morning, the two of them were washing by the pond. This young cousin was still laughing and joking. How come after just an hour or two, she's become so reserved?

She acts like she's seeing me for the first time. Oh, this girl, her thoughts are so fickle. Never mind.

Yang Ruqing turned her head and looked at the bedside. Mu Zichuan was talking to his mother.

"Zichuan, my dear," Zi Chuan's mother said, holding his hand. "My body... I don't know how long this will last. It's neither good nor bad, just... stuck. I can eat three meals a day, but..." she trailed off, unsure how to explain it.

"Zichuan, my dear, you've spent over two months serving me. It's truly not right for you to be doing so much yourself. Why don't you go outside and buy a couple of maids to help me out?"

Upon hearing this from her mother, Mu Zi Chuan immediately shook his head in refusal.

“There will be plenty of work to do in the future, but Mother, there is only one you.” He said in a low voice.

"I can't bear to entrust my mother entirely to those bought servants. I must be by her side, serving and keeping her company, that's the only way I can feel at ease!"

“Mother, you needn’t worry about me. To be honest with you, I actually took a leave of absence from the Emperor before returning this time, and he has graciously granted it.”

"When Mother recovers, we'll go together to my post. Then I'll continue to serve and honor you!" he said.

Suba's mother was so moved that tears streamed down her face.

Yang Ruqing quickly got up and handed over a clean handkerchief.

"Auntie, don't cry. Come, wipe your tears," Yang Ruoqing said softly.

Zichuan nodded, taking the handkerchief Yang Ruoqing passed and wiping her tears.

Yang Ruqing gently embraced her shoulders, lightly stroking her back.

While Mu Zi Chuan stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, smiling at her.

Shizchuan's heart was filled with longing. If these two were her own son and daughter-in-law, how wonderful that would be!

But Mu Zichuan also had a moment of daze.

If Qing'er were his wife, how perfect that would be!

Outside the west window, a pair of envious eyes darted back and forth like knives on Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruqing.

When facing me, she was indifferent and distant. Even when calling me "cousin," it was polite and perfunctory, clearly treating me as an outsider.

When he was with Yang Ruoqing, my cousin would smile so warmly and happily, treating her like one of his own.

Liu Doukou turned around and angrily entered the kitchen. She sat by the stove, furiously bending a stalk of straw in her hand.

When leaving Lao Mu's house, I passed by the kitchen door.

Yang Ruqing said, "Dou Kou should be in the kitchen, right? I'll go say hello to her..."

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But his arm was grabbed by Mu Zi Chuan.

"There's no need to go any further," he said, then let go of her hand.

“Oh, well then.” Yang Ruqing smiled and turned to walk towards the gate of the courtyard.

Mukizuka followed her closely behind.

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"You go back, no need to send me off. It's broad daylight and you know the way." Yang Ruqing came to the outside of the courtyard wall, turned around and waved at Mu Zichuan.

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Mu Ziquan nodded with a slight smile, "This afternoon I'm going to the schoolhouse in the back of the village. Is there anything you want me to bring to my niece?"

His niece, of course, was Luo Baobei.

Yang Ruqing said, "There's nothing much to bring. If you can stay until they get out of school and go back to the village, just help me bring her back."

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Muzi Chuan happily agreed, watching Yang Ruoheng leave before turning back to his house with a contented heart.

All of this escaped none of Liu Doukou's eyes.

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From a young age, she had always thought that her prodigiously talented and strikingly handsome cousin was a deity, being indifferent to everyone.

She always thought this was his aloofness, and it was precisely that which deeply attracted her, making her infatuated with him.

From the time she first understood things between men and women, there was only one thing in her mind: she would marry her cousin.

In order to marry her cousin, she turned down countless marriage proposals. Among them were wealthy young masters and sons of officials from the county...

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Today, she finally understood that her cousin wasn't naturally indifferent, but rather knew how to treat the right people.

He would laugh, he liked to laugh very much, and when he laughed, he looked so handsome.

But his smile wasn't directed at her, his blood-related cousin, but at his adopted sister who shared no familial ties with him.

And that sister-in-law was already someone else's wife, with a nine-year-old child!

Why?

Where am I inferior to that Yang Ruqing?

I am younger than her, prettier than her, gentler than her, and better at pleasing you. Why don't you look at me more?

I'm not willing to give up, I refuse to!

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