I'll Raise Pigs to Support You - Chapter 13
Song Xingchuan…
At the mere mention of this name, Song Yugui felt as if all her rationality had returned. The hand that had been gripping Shen Xizhi suddenly loosened.
She had almost forgotten the other plotlines in the novel…
Song Xingchuan, the male lead of the novel, and perhaps the only person the antagonist had ever genuinely cared for in the story.
She looked toward the crowd, where a tall, handsome man stood, his demeanor and aura somewhat simple and honest. A woman chased after him, complaining, “I called you, why didn’t you wait for me?”
Song Xingchuan scratched the back of his head, appearing rather guileless as he replied, “I’m going home. I don’t have time to wait for you.”
“Hey, you—”
Without waiting for her response, Song Xingchuan turned and walked away, nearly bumping into Song Yugui, who was still standing there in a daze.
Song Yugui instinctively stepped back to make way for him, but to her surprise, he stopped and looked at her, hesitating for a moment before calling out, “Cousin.”
Song Yugui: Shocked!
She glanced around. Aside from the woman who had just caught up, only she and Shen Xizhi were nearby.
Was he talking to me?
No one told me the male lead and the cannon fodder were cousins!
Wait, so you’re actually attracted to the antagonist? She’s your cousin’s wife—have you no shame?
Song Yugui vaguely recalled a scene in the novel where the male lead’s mother, upon discovering his close relationship with the antagonist, warned him, “Have you forgotten whose wife Shen Xizhi is? Don’t disgrace your father.”
Perhaps that line wasn’t about Shen Xizhi being a widow, but rather… she was his cousin’s wife.
Damn it, she should have realized earlier. The entire village shared the surname Song—of course they were related!
Song Yugui’s lips twitched, unable to muster a smile, but with the male lead standing right in front of her, she forced a slight grin. “Cousin.”
The woman chasing Song Xingchuan immediately quieted upon seeing Song Yugui, hiding in the shadows and not daring to speak.
Song Yugui guessed in 0.01 seconds: she was afraid of being harassed by a lesbian.
Damn the original host.
“I… I’ll head back first.”
It seemed he had only wanted to greet Song Yugui. After speaking, he left, and the woman trailing behind naturally followed.
After the two walked away, Song Yugui realized something else was off. Why did he only greet me and not my wife?
She turned to look at her antagonist. Shen Xizhi stood with her head slightly bowed, revealing a slender, snow-white neck, her face delicate and beautiful—hard to miss. Why didn’t he greet her? Was it because he already had feelings for the antagonist and didn’t want to call her “sister-in-law”?
Song Yugui’s frown deepened.
Shen Xizhi appeared to be lowering her head, but in reality, she was stealing glances at Song Yugui.
Is she unhappy? Why is she unhappy? I’ve been obedient. Could it be that she’s taken a liking to the woman with that man just now?
At this thought, the young girl’s delicate brows also furrowed. How fickle! Today it’s this one, tomorrow it’s that one. Are all women who love women this capricious?
Hmph.
“Shen Xizhi…”
Suddenly, Song Yugui called the antagonist’s name.
Full name, dead serious.
Shen Xizhi’s peach-blossom-like face instantly paled with panic. Had she done something wrong again in such a short time?
Until Song Yugui asked her, “What do you think of that man just now?”
Shen Xizhi froze. “Wh-what do you mean?”
She didn’t understand what Song Yugui was asking. What did that man have to do with her?
Song Yugui, seeing her confusion, patiently explained, “I mean, what’s your impression of that guy from earlier?”
Shen Xizhi’s expression grew even more peculiar. After just one meeting, how could she know what he was like?
Even if she had to guess, she couldn’t.
But… since he had called Song Yugui “cousin,” he must be her relative. As an outsider who had married into the family, how could she speak ill of her wife’s kin?
After carefully weighing her thoughts, Shen Xizhi lifted her head with newfound confidence, her voice still soft and gentle. “He has broad features and a tall, straight posture. I think he must be a very good person.”
Song Yugui: ?
Wait, you observed him that closely?
And what does “broad features and tall posture” have to do with being a good person? Are you judging by looks?
This is bad. The antagonist isn’t even a widow yet, and she’s already taken a liking to the male lead. Could she kill me ahead of schedule?
Song Yugui’s heart clenched, her expression darkening further.
Shen Xizhi, having received no response after speaking, grew increasingly uneasy, worried that her answer hadn’t been what Song Yugui wanted.
But… didn’t she compliment him?
Was she not supposed to?
In the quiet of the late night, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only the two of them standing in the vast fields.
Shen Xizhi timidly raised her eyes, catching a glimpse of the coldness in Song Yugui’s gaze, and immediately lowered her head again, not daring to look at her a second time.
So scary.
She was always so scary.
Just when she thought she’d gotten used to it, after days of gentleness, the sudden return of her harshness frightened her all over again.
A cold breeze blew past, sharpening Song Yugui’s muddled thoughts.
Wait, she wasn’t like the original host. In the novel, the antagonist had only resorted to murder after being pushed to the brink. Since Song Yugui hadn’t treated her as badly, it shouldn’t come to that…
At worst, she’d work harder to earn money, take care of Shen Xizhi’s health, give her a share of the earnings, and arrange an early divorce.
She couldn’t stand living another day with her life in someone else’s hands.
“Let’s go home and sleep.”
Her mood for a stroll had vanished. Might as well go home and lie down to soothe her nerves after the shock of meeting the male lead.
Shen Xizhi obeyed without question, trailing behind her anxiously, her mind torn between memories of recent kindness and the painful sobs from past beatings. Her hands trembled as she undressed for bed.
Why had Song Yugui suddenly become unhappy again? Would she make life difficult for her like before?
The old clothes slipped from her snow-white, smooth skin…
Ever since learning that Song Yugui preferred her to sleep naked, she no longer needed to be told. As soon as she got into bed, she voluntarily removed all her clothes and sat bare on the mattress.
The room wasn’t particularly warm, and she felt both cold and embarrassed. With slender, pale fingers, she tugged a corner of the blanket over herself, barely covering her chest while her collarbones remained exposed.
After a long day, Song Yugui washed up hastily outside and returned to bed in her inner robe. Shen Xizhi pressed her back against the wall, leaving most of the space for Song Yugui. Her expression was docile and obedient, occasionally stealing glances as if to gauge whether Song Yugui was still angry.
But the moment her eyes met Song Yugui’s cold demeanor, she quickly averted them.
Her red lips were bitten by pearly teeth, leaving neat marks.
She couldn’t understand. Everything had been fine, so why had Song Yugui gotten upset after asking her that one question?
Why was she unhappy?
The young girl lowered her head, frowning in thought. After much deliberation, she concluded that her earlier praise must have been wrong.
Song Yugui lay down, and the person beside her slowly followed suit. Out of habit, Song Yugui wrapped her arm around the slender waist she remembered as smooth and soft to the touch. After a few strokes, the fair skin under her palm began to tremble slightly. Shen Xizhi tucked her head into Song Yugui’s chest, her hot breath seeping through the thin fabric.
Song Yugui had intended to sleep, but the warmth on her chest kept her awake. She took a deep breath, wanting to tell the girl in her arms to stop breathing.
But that would be unreasonable.
She exhaled in resignation.
She inhaled again, considering telling her to breathe farther away.
But she’d grown accustomed to holding something while sleeping.
With another sigh, she resigned herself to continuing to hold Shen Xizhi, her nose filled with the girl’s sweet, warm fragrance.
After a while, a head suddenly peeked out from her embrace. Silky black hair cascaded down, slipping into Song Yugui’s collar. Shen Xizhi propped herself up on her elbows, biting her lip with a serious expression. “Wife, I’ve thought it over carefully. That man was rude to the woman with him, so he’s probably not a good person. You should avoid him.”
Her eyes flickered with unease after speaking.
Was this the right answer?