I'll Raise Pigs to Support You - Chapter 28
Song Yugui held the person in her arms, coaxing and comforting her until she finally managed to make her believe her—just a little, though.
The girl’s eyes were red like a little rabbit’s, timidly looking up at her with a pitiful pout. After hesitating for a long while, she finally spoke in a soft, trembling voice, “Then you must promise not to sell me. I’ll… I’ll take good care of the house for you. I won’t just sit around waiting to be fed. I’ll be obedient… QAQ.”
After this pitiful display, the little girl nestled weakly against her chest again.
Song Yugui: Oh my god, she’s so pitiful!!!
How could the original owner bear to bully such a delicate girl?!
What a beast! What a beast!
Thank goodness I transmigrated here—I’ll be the one to cherish her.
Song Yugui hugged her tightly, promising repeatedly, “I won’t sell you, I’ll never sell you. Even if I were completely broke, I’d sell myself before I’d ever sell you.”
She swore it solemnly.
Shen Xizhi wrapped her arms around Song Yugui’s fair, slender neck, pressing herself against the soft warmth of her chest. Beneath her long lashes, her eyes darkened slightly, but her voice remained as sweet and delicate as ever, carrying a hint of reluctance. “If you sell yourself, what will happen to me? You can’t sell me, and you can’t sell yourself either.”
Ah, she’s so obedient, so devoted to me, and so easy to coax!
Song Yugui’s heart melted even more. She hugged the girl tighter, rocking her gently as she cooed, “Alright, alright, I won’t sell myself. I’ll stay and earn money to spoil my little Xizhi, okay?”
Shen Xizhi didn’t respond, burying her face in Song Yugui’s chest as if embarrassed.
Her eyelashes were still damp, but she held back her tears, not wanting Song Yugui to see that she was still crying, still uneasy.
How could she fully trust her?
For the past year since her marriage, Song Yugui had been exactly that kind of person. Now, she had only changed for two months—how could Shen Xizhi be naive enough to believe only these two months and disregard the entire year before?
Her fingers tightened around the fabric of Song Yugui’s clothes, wrinkling them.
Well, it’s fine. This is old clothing anyway—it was already wrinkled.
“Alright, I won’t sell you, I won’t sell anyone. So don’t be angry anymore, okay?”
Song Yugui glanced down at the crumpled clothes but didn’t mind. She murmured soothingly while carrying the girl a few steps forward, playfully bouncing her as if comforting a child. The sudden movement startled the little girl, who immediately clung tighter to her neck.
Her strength had improved a lot. Back when she first transmigrated, if she had tried to carry the villainess like this, she wouldn’t have been able to take even two steps—she’d have exhausted herself just lifting her. But now, it was different.
Holding her wife, she walked a few steps before stopping near a coarse rope. After whispering a few more words of comfort, she subtly kicked the rope away with her foot.
Hmph, I’ll burn you later.
She couldn’t bring herself to scold her wife, who had nearly hanged herself—what if she scared her again? So she could only vent her anger on the rope.
After all this commotion, the sky had long since darkened. Song Yugui carefully placed the girl on the bed, wrapping her snugly in the blankets. “You’ve had a fright today. Rest for a while. I’ll make dinner and call you when it’s ready.”
She wasn’t very skilled at using the stove, but she could still cook.
However, Shen Xizhi couldn’t stay idle. The moment she heard Song Yugui mention cooking, she immediately scrambled off the bed. Pressing her lips together, she tugged lightly at the hem of Song Yugui’s clothes and said softly, “Let me do it. You can just watch me cook.”
All the ways she could earn money had been forbidden by Song Yugui… She was just a freeloader, living off Song Yugui’s hard work. The least she could do was keep the house tidy, wash clothes, and cook. Otherwise, what if one day Song Yugui really thought she was useless and decided to sell her off without listening to a word she said?
When she saw Song Bao earlier, she couldn’t help but wonder—was it because supporting two people was too much for her? Was that why she wanted to give up on her?
But… she was the one who made sure Shen Xizhi ate every day, worried she wasn’t eating enough. She hadn’t been that cruel to her.
Her nails dug crescent-shaped marks into her palms.
In truth, her anger hadn’t fully subsided—she was still filled with resentment.
She claims she doesn’t remember ever wanting to sell me?
Who could believe that?
Only a three-year-old would fall for such an obvious lie.
Shen Xizhi was unhappy, but she didn’t show it. She kept her eyes lowered, appearing docile and obedient—the perfect image of a virtuous wife.
“No, you’ve worked hard all day. You should rest, okay?”
Song Yugui felt her little wife still didn’t look well—her hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes red-rimmed, her face pale. It was heartbreaking to see. She needed rest.
Shen Xizhi shook her head. “How could I be tired? You’re the one who’s exhausted, working all day at the tavern to support us. Let me cook.”
Her body leaned closer, but her tone carried an unconscious distance. Song Yugui’s heart sank—she knew this meant Shen Xizhi still didn’t fully trust or forgive her.
Well, I can’t blame the villainess. It’s all the original owner’s fault—she’s the one who caused all this suffering.
Seeing the unease in her eyes, Song Yugui couldn’t bring herself to refuse. After a moment, she softened her voice, adopting a sweet, coaxing tone. “Alright… then you cook, and I’ll tend the fire for you?”
She didn’t want to do nothing, nor did she want her wife to overwork herself.
“Mm.”
Shen Xizhi agreed weakly, lifting her skirt as she headed outside to wash the vegetables.
The vegetables were leftovers from the tavern—by tomorrow, they’d have wilted, so the manager had told her to take them home.
Come to think of it, she’d grown quite attached to the tavern. The work was tiring, but it was stable. The only problem was… it wasn’t convenient to bring my wife along.
But I have to keep her by my side.
Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease.
Aunt Li stood in the yard, craning her neck to peer at the neighboring house. Only when she saw smoke rising from the kitchen did she relax, wiping her hands on her gray apron before walking inside.
Uncle Song sat inside, sipping wine. When he saw her enter, he glanced up. “How is it?”
Their son, who had been shoveling rice into his mouth, looked up in confusion. “What’s going on?”
No one answered him—his parents completely ignored him.
Aunt Li nodded. “Looks like they’ve made up. Tomorrow, I’ll invite Xizhi to the market in town and ask her properly. It’s probably just a fight over Yugui fooling around. She must’ve been so upset she…”
Their son paused mid-bite again: Huh? Who was upset?
His dark face turned toward his mother—who was eating—then to his father—who was drinking. No one was going to explain this to him.
“Mm.”
Dinner that night was stir-fried greens with leftover pork from yesterday, cooked in lard. The rich aroma of oil filled the air as soon as the dish was done.
Song Yugui piled Shen Xizhi’s bowl high with crisp, tender greens until it formed a little mountain before finally eating her own food with satisfaction.
Shen Xizhi’s grip on her chopsticks tightened. She had deliberately served herself less rice, wanting to show that she was easy to care for—that she only needed a little. But… Song Yugui had filled her bowl with half the dish instead.
She looked up, wanting to say something, but Song Yugui noticed and urged warmly, “Eat up. After dinner, we’ll sit outside for a bit before bed. It’s been a long day.”
Shen Xizhi poked at the greens she had cooked herself and murmured a quiet “Mm,” thinking, Forget it. She already knows what she’s doing.
The girl’s mouth was small, so she could only take tiny bites, chewing slowly. A sweet warmth bubbled up in her heart at Song Yugui’s attentiveness, but she forced it down.
Don’t start thinking she’s kind.
She’s not. Don’t trust her so quickly.
Shen Xizhi was like a turtle retreating into its shell at the slightest hint of harm. She was terrified of being hurt again—no one had ever treated her well growing up. She felt… no one in this world would ever truly care for her.
“Eat more. You’re too thin.”
Normally, she hadn’t noticed, but seeing her lying weakly on the bed today made her realize just how frail she was—so thin it was almost unnatural. Even after all this time being cared for, she hadn’t gained any weight.
“Mm.”
Shen Xizhi was docile, doing whatever she was told. But… the usual intimate dinner conversation was gone.
The little girl ate in silence, her eyes downcast. After finishing, she stood to clear the table and wash the dishes.
She added water to the pot, using the remaining firewood from cooking to heat it—just right for washing dishes.
Seeing that she was done, Song Yugui quickly scarfed down the rest of her meal and helped clean up.
“I’ll wash them. You rest.”
She keeps telling me to rest today, but I haven’t done any work. I’m not tired—I don’t need to rest…
Shen Xizhi was uneasy, afraid that if she wasn’t diligent enough, she’d be sold off.
“I’ll wash. You rest. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
She was worried the girl would spiral into dark thoughts, becoming impossible to comfort.
The original owner’s actions were indefensible, and explaining transmigration to an ancient person was unheard of—she didn’t dare reveal it. So she had no choice but to bear the blame. It was only natural that Shen Xizhi didn’t trust her.
Shen Xizhi didn’t dare rest. Seeing Song Yugui insist on washing the dishes, she didn’t argue. After watching her for a moment, she suddenly turned and ran into the house, soon returning with a small stool. She placed it by the stove, sitting primly with her legs together, back straight, and fair hands resting politely on her knees as she watched Song Yugui wash the dishes.
Song Yugui paused mid-scrub, finding her rigid posture adorable. If her hands hadn’t been wet, she would’ve ruffled her hair again.
Sitting there so properly, she looked like a little kitten.
With only two people eating, there weren’t many dishes to wash. Song Yugui finished quickly.
Since Shen Xizhi had been frightened earlier, she didn’t want her interacting with too many people—what if another Song Bao showed up? Their usual evening walk was canceled. Instead, she took her out… to sit in the yard and enjoy the cold breeze. A change of scenery.
The table and chairs usually kept in the yard had been moved indoors for the winter, but Song Yugui dragged them back out.
The two sat side by side, leaning close—mostly because Song Yugui had an arm around her wife’s waist.
Shen Xizhi, eager to please, obediently hugged her back when Song Yugui wrapped an arm around her, resulting in an embrace!
Aunt Li, still worried after dinner, came out to check—hopefully, she’s not beating her wife again. But instead, she saw the two hugging in public. She stood in silence for a long moment before silently retreating.
Uncle Song, about to fetch water, saw her strange expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Aunt Li couldn’t put it into words—her sensibilities were still quite conservative.
When Uncle Song got no answer, he went out to fetch water himself… and soon returned with the same speechless expression.
I still can’t accept that my niece is into women. It feels like she’s betraying her ancestors.
Song Yugui had no idea their outdoor breeze session had an audience. When the wind grew stronger, she took off her outer robe and draped it over Shen Xizhi’s shoulders. “Cold?”
Shen Xizhi didn’t understand why they were sitting outside either, but she was obedient—doing whatever she was told without question, her eyes clear and docile.
“Not cold. You wear it—you’re dressed lighter than me.”
When she hugged Song Yugui earlier, she realized her wife’s clothes weren’t as thick as hers. Hers were newly bought, while Song Yugui’s were old and not very warm.
How could someone who treats me so well also have thoughts of hurting me?
Shen Xizhi’s eyes flickered with confusion as she unconsciously nuzzled against Song Yugui’s collar.
“I’m more cold-resistant than you. Look how thin you are. Let’s watch the stars for a bit longer, then go to bed, okay?”
Back in her past life, whenever she was in a bad mood, she liked going out into the cold—it cleared her mind.
Hopefully, it’ll clear the villainess’s mind too.
You’re the only big villain in this story! The people you don’t like, the ones who bully you—you’re supposed to kill them!
How could you hurt yourself instead?!
Get all that water out of your brain!!!
Shen Xizhi had no objections to stargazing, though… when she looked up, all she saw was a pitch-black sky.
“Mm. I’ll listen to you.”
She sounded like a traditional, submissive wife—obedient in every way. But it made Song Yugui uncomfortable.
Without realizing it, her grip on the girl’s waist tightened, making her squirm in discomfort. Only then did Song Yugui snap out of it, loosening her hold and rubbing the spot gently.
Too ticklish.
Shen Xizhi bit her lip, enduring the ticklish sensation without complaint, burying her face deeper into Song Yugui’s chest—utterly pliant.
After sitting a while longer, Song Yugui finally took her back inside to sleep.
The little girl in her arms was carried straight to bed.
In the past, she rarely carried her, assuming that as a woman, she wasn’t strong enough. But after throwing that bastard earlier, she realized her strength was terrifying—lifting a skinny girl like Shen Xizhi was effortless. She’d already carried her several times today.
Both of them were exhausted—one physically, the other emotionally. The moment they touched the bed, weariness washed over them. But Shen Xizhi covered her face, took a few deep breaths, and tried to stay awake.
Tonight… I can’t just sleep. I need to… please my wife.
Song Yugui had just stripped down to her inner robe and climbed into bed when a soft, naked body pressed against her from behind, clinging tightly, her face resting on Song Yugui’s shoulder.
“Wife~”
Her voice was sweet as honey, her body wrapped around Song Yugui like a vine. Song Yugui froze—what’s my wife up to now?
Turning her head, she saw the girl’s cheeks flushed pink, her eyes shy and hesitant as she knelt on the bed, pressing against her.
She didn’t dare look down—the two soft, cherry-red peaks pressing against her back were impossible to ignore.
“What’s wrong?”
This was Shen Xizhi’s first time trying to seduce someone, and she was terribly inexperienced. After stammering for a long while, she finally whispered, “I… I’m sleepy.”
“If you’re sleepy, then… let’s sleep.”
Her body stiffened, unsure how to respond, her words stumbling as well.
Shen Xizhi lowered her eyes, frustrated with her own timidity. What woman would like someone as stiff, timid, and reserved as me?
Song Yugui had once complained that she wasn’t as poised and graceful as the village beauty, calling her petty.
Did… did she still think that?
The thought that Song Yugui preferred the village beauty made her sulk.
I don’t want to be petty, but I don’t know how to change.
When the person behind her fell silent, Song Yugui quickly sensed something was off. Usually, when they slept together, she was the one hugging Shen Xizhi, teasing and fondling her while Shen Xizhi lay meekly in her arms, letting her have her way. But tonight…
The roles have reversed.
The moment she lay down, an arm draped over her chest, resting on her shoulder in an embrace. Then, a small head nestled against her shoulder, followed by legs shifting from lying flat to wrapping tightly around her waist.
She had done this before, but when Shen Xizhi did it, it felt completely different.
Oh my god, I at least kept my clothes on—but Shen Xizhi?
She’s naked!
The pure, delicate girl clung to her like a parasitic vine, making her uncharacteristically flustered.
Shen Xizhi nuzzled against her chest, rubbing her hair against Song Yugui’s neck. “Wife~”
Her voice curled sweetly, but Song Yugui could hear the forced shyness in it—the embarrassment.
She probably… doesn’t really want this either.
“Don’t call me that.”
She insisted again, “Call me by my name. We’re just an ordinary couple—why use such formal terms? It’s weird.”
It felt distant, unnatural. She didn’t like it.
Shen Xizhi hesitated, glancing at her, then away, then at her again. After a long pause, as if reaching a decision, she tugged at Song Yugui’s shoulder and said in a soft, breathy voice, “Sister Yugui.”
Song Yugui’s entire body jolted, lying stiffly on the bed.
That single “Sister” sent an electric current through her, leaving her numb.
Why do I feel like this? Is it because… I always wanted a little sister?
Song Yugui’s face burned.
The darkness conveniently hid her flushed cheeks, sparing her embarrassment.
“Mm… If you want to call me that, it’s fine.”
She didn’t object—in fact, she kind of liked it.
Hearing the delight in her voice, Shen Xizhi relaxed, pressing against her and rubbing her long legs against Song Yugui’s waist.
Rubbing her head against me is one thing, but her legs too?
And she’s naked—isn’t that just… rubbing everything against me?
Song Yugui’s mind took a sudden, filthy turn.
“Sister Yugui, aren’t you going to hold me?”
When she noticed the awkwardness of their position, she had let go of the girl’s waist. Now, Shen Xizhi was asking her about it.
Almost reflexively, Song Yugui immediately wrapped her arms around her again.
“Hm? I am holding you.”
She pretended nothing had happened.
Shen Xizhi fell silent again, resting her chin on Song Yugui’s shoulder. Then, as if unsatisfied, she hesitated before darting out a soft, pink tongue to lick Song Yugui’s neck—so quickly it could’ve been mistaken for an accident.
Song Yugui’s eyes widened in the dark. She wondered if she was hallucinating, but… the sensation was undeniable.
She nearly threw the girl off in shock.
After calming herself, she reasoned—it must’ve been an accident. Xizhi is only seventeen, sensitive and easily embarrassed. If I ask her about it, she’ll overthink it.
Even if it wasn’t an accident… we’re both women. It’s fine.
Song Yugui silently turned onto her side, one hand pressing against the girl’s slender waist, the other cradling her head to keep her from moving.
“Sleep. Don’t overthink it. I really won’t sell you—if I do, I’ll be the daughter of a dog.”
For the sake of my parents’ species, I’d never sell you!
She could tell Shen Xizhi was still dwelling on it, still wary. She must be… trying to please me.
There’s no need. Starting tomorrow, I’ll keep her by my side and prove it through actions—I really won’t sell her!
Shen Xizhi trembled slightly under her touch, her lashes fluttering. After a long pause, she whispered, “Mm.”
She keeps insisting… Maybe I should believe her.
Maybe she’s not lying.
The delicate wife in her arms finally settled down, nestling quietly against her shoulder.
Song Yugui sighed in relief. Finally, I can sleep.
Holding her wife close, she relaxed, her exhaustion from the day melting away as she drifted off.
The next morning, as dawn barely broke, Song Yugui struggled awake, instinctively reaching out to the side—only to find the space cold and empty.
She bolted upright in panic.
Frantically throwing on the clothes laid out for her, she rushed outside—
—only to see her wife bustling around the main room.
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Oh. She didn’t run away or hang herself. Never mind.
Her emotions had skyrocketed and plummeted in seconds, leaving her drenched in cold sweat. A gust of wind made her shiver.
Shen Xizhi heard the noise and looked up. Spotting Song Yugui, she wasn’t surprised. Her perpetually misty eyes curved slightly as she called sweetly, “Sister Yugui.”
Her voice was soft, her expression obedient and affectionate. After calling out, she immediately went to Song Yugui, taking her hand.
How could Song Yugui scold her after this?
In the end, she only sighed. “Why are you up so early?”
Shen Xizhi blinked innocently, leading Song Yugui to the pot of steaming noodles. “I made breakfast for Sister Yugui.”
Ah, so considerate.
Fine, I won’t lecture her.
Clutching her chest, she admitted, “When I didn’t see you earlier, I was terrified.”
Right now, the villainess harming her was the least of her worries—if the villainess decided she didn’t want to live anymore, that would be the real tragedy. It would break her.
“Where would I go? I was just preparing things for Sister Yugui.”
The clothes by the bed were folded by her this morning, and she had hurried to cook—all to show Song Yugui that she could be useful, that she could take care of her very well.
Even though… she was starting to believe Song Yugui probably wouldn’t sell her, she was still much more cautious than before.
“There’s no need for all that. You should rest. I was planning to take you to town for steamed buns.”
“Take me to town?”
Shen Xizhi pouted, her beautiful, dewy eyes full of confusion. “But… didn’t you say you wouldn’t take me anymore?”
As far as she remembered, Song Yugui had only taken her to town once—when Song Xingchuan visited. After that, no matter how many times she asked, she was refused.
Shen Xizhi lowered her head. If she had rabbit ears, they would’ve drooped miserably.
She looked utterly dejected.
She only took me to the tavern that one time because she suspected me of cheating with Song Xingchuan!!!
Shen Xizhi: Shaking with rage.
Unfortunately, Song Yugui hadn’t realized the gravity of the situation. She nodded and added, “But now I think it’s better to keep you by my side. We’ll take the ox cart—it won’t tire you out. Okay?”
She was worried Shen Xizhi would refuse because of the exhaustion, even though she wasn’t the delicate type.
Shen Xizhi ladled two bowls of noodles, her expression hidden in the steam. But it looked like she was nodding.
“You agree?”
“Mm. Eat quickly so we’re not late. I’ll go with you.”
Her face was calm, but inwardly, she was sulking. She definitely doesn’t trust me alone in the village—thinks I’ll flirt with others. That’s why she suddenly wants to take me with her… Wuwu…