Chapter 1000 - 998: Only Widowed, No Divorce!

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Chapter 225 of "The Country Maiden: Fields and Leisure" opens presenting twists: Chapter 1000: Chapter 998: Only Widowed, No Divorce! This flower garden looks like it’s just over... Keep following!

Chapter 1000: Chapter 998: Only Widowed, No Divorce! This flower garden looks like it’s just over fifty acres, but after being carefully tended by the Huang Family and the Tian Family, it blooms all year round. In the past, every year’s fresh flowers not only supplied the Tian Family’s Rouge and Powder Shop but also produced a considerable amount of dried flowers, which were sold to herbal shops or made into sachets, bringing in a significant income. Especially with a warm greenhouse, it can cultivate some rare flowers and trees, sold to wealthy households during holidays. Just this small estate and garden, besides originally supplying the Tian Family, still yielded around one or two hundred taels of silver a year. It was already quite good. Wang Yongzhu was extremely satisfied and got acquainted with all the helpers. After understanding the situation, she felt assured and then dismissed them. Even Lady Qi nodded, acknowledging that such a small estate, which wasn’t high-grade farmland, having such income yearly was already quite good. Old Granny Zhang couldn’t close her mouth in joy, having spent just five hundred taels of silver, and being able to earn back one or two hundred taels a year. Won’t all come back within two or three years? Imperial Doctor Du and Song Chongjin watched from behind, exchanged a glance but said nothing in the end. At night, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. Wang Yongzhu finished washing up and setting the bedding but saw Song Chongjin still sitting by the window, weighed down with thoughts. She poured a cup of tea for Song Chongjin and sat opposite him before saying, "Are you still worried about today’s events?" Since Song Chongjin had already vowed to have no secrets between him and Wang Yongzhu, he naturally wouldn’t go back on his word. With a hoarse voice, "Yongzhu, I need to tell you something—" but stopped halfway. Even though he had been able to say in front of Imperial Doctor Du that he would divorce Yongzhu in case of misfortune, in front of Yongzhu herself, he couldn’t utter those two words. Song Chongjin felt guilty, troubled, hateful, yet somewhat relieved. Wang Yongzhu looked at him in a daze, with a complex expression in her eyes. But she immediately snapped out of it, smiling, "Is it because Lord Chen came today? What’s there to it? Isn’t it just that your background can’t be kept secret? If there’s any fault in your background, it’s that Duke Weiguo was an asshole. What does that have to do with you? Are you afraid of mere rumors?" Song Chongjin’s voice was dry and hoarse, "Why should I fear such rumors? What’s in one’s origin is not something I can control. I just worry that it will implicate you and mother—" "We are family; what’s this talk about implication? At worst, you won’t take the imperial exam. Now, we aren’t worried about having no money. Once I complete my studies, we can take mother and uncle to wander around and see the world. Wouldn’t that be free and enjoyable?" "Otherwise, if you pass the exam and become a scholar, and with some luck, get assigned outside after a few years in the Capital City, if unlucky, you might spend your whole life grinding in the Capital City. What kind of place is the Capital City? It’s a place where seventh or eighth rank officials are as common as dogs, and fifth or sixth rank officials roam the earth. You might accidentally offend some unprovokable dignitary and have to live cautiously every day, wouldn’t that be stifling?" Wang Yongzhu lightly comforted. Song Chongjin understood that Wang Yongzhu was comforting him, and he felt even more guilty. "It’s all my fault. I once said that I wouldn’t let you live with apprehension anymore, but now I might not keep my word! Mother might also be disappointed in me." Wang Yongzhu nonchalantly waved her hand, "Mother isn’t like that! She saw through it long ago. Didn’t Wang Yongan pass the scholar exam before? And what happened? As long as we’re filial to mother, she doesn’t care about that!" While comforting Song Chongjin, she pondered in her heart that at worst, she would imitate Old Mr. Yuan, travel the world, and maybe find natural hybrid rice? Cultivate it further and produce high-quality hybrid rice? After all, in this era, agriculture is the foundation of the country. Although there are potatoes and sweet potatoes, those are coarse grains. Wheat and rice are the most critical. If we can truly cultivate high-quality hybrid rice and increase the yield, reporting this achievement to the Imperial Court might even earn a title. Song Chongjin didn’t know his wife was already planning on giving him an advantage to earn a title, but he was still there, regretting with self-blame and said with difficulty, "If, if something really unfortunate happens, I’ve already asked my master to ensure your safety by divorcing you. As long as you and mother are safe, I’ll be at ease. In the future, if there’s someone who is good to you and suitable, you..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, and even breathing became difficult. Looking up, Wang Yongzhu smiled dangerously, "Husband, what did you say? I didn’t hear clearly. Would you say it again?" As she spoke, the strength in her hand increased a few folds. Song Chongjin didn’t dare to speak, only looking at Wang Yongzhu with a complex expression. Wang Yongzhu sneered, "Remember when someone seemed to say before, living or dead, you belong to me, isn’t that right?" Song Chongjin nodded with difficulty. "Since you’re mine, I haven’t said I don’t want you. Who gave you the courage to speak of divorce?" After saying this, she finally let go and coldly stepped back, looking at Song Chongjin. Song Chongjin disregarded the burning pain in his throat, and even his breathing was not smooth, rushing over to grab Wang Yongzhu’s arm: "Yongzhu, I was momentarily confused. How could I bear to divorce you? I’ve always only wanted to be with you in this life! I want no one but you! It’s just, I just don’t want to drag you down—" Wang Yongzhu let out a cold laugh, "Song Chongjin, did I ever tell you, in my dictionary, there’s only widowhood! There’s no divorce? Don’t worry! If you truly have that plan, I will absolutely fulfill it for you! Before any adult or little person comes, I’ll kill you myself and bury you beside mother! Then I’ll symbolically be widowed for two years, recruit a small son-in-law, and live in this estate, where you can see it every day!" Upon hearing this, Song Chongjin exploded. Earlier, when he thought of divorcing Yongzhu, the pain was unbearable; hearing Yongzhu speak of recruiting a son-in-law was like having his heart and liver dug out. He immediately covered Wang Yongzhu’s mouth: "No! I’m not at ease! Even in death, I won’t be at ease! Don’t even think about widowhood! Even if I die, holding onto my last breath, I will die after you! No more talking about divorce! I won’t mention divorce again! Even if the Heavenly King comes, I want to be with you! Living as yours, dead as your ghost!" He was so scared he almost peed himself, huh? This isn’t right; logically, it was for the sake of his wife, to not drag her and her mother down, okay? After hearing such words, shouldn’t a wife feel moved or maybe angry? But it didn’t involve wanting to kill oneself or talking about remarriage! Song Chongjin was almost in tears. Wang Yongzhu finally let out a cold huff, "Remember what you said today! This happens just once. If I hear it a second time—" "Absolutely no second time!" Song Chongjin almost raised his hand to swear. Wang Yongzhu clapped her hands and turned to lie down on the kang. After a while, the sound of rustling reached her ears, the room’s lamp was blown out, leaving it in darkness. Then, Song Chongjin cautiously lay beside her, tentatively reaching for Wang Yongzhu’s hand. Seeing that Wang Yongzhu didn’t resist, he breathed a sigh of relief and snuggled closer, holding her in his arms, his head buried at her neck, with a slight dampness onto her skin – both cool and warm: "Yongzhu, thank you—" Thank you for never leaving! Thank you!

Chapter 1000 - 998: Only Widowed, No Divorce!

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