I'll Raise Pigs to Support You - Chapter 3

Song Yugui had no idea that in the other person’s mind, she was a vicious woman about to commit domestic violence. She just wanted to quickly find out how much money was left at home. She had already endured enough shocks today—might as well let the storm rage even more fiercely.

“I just want to ask how much money we have left at home. There’s no need for you to be so afraid of me.”

Shen Xizhi lowered her head, her eyes widening slightly as if surprised by the question.

Her red lips pursed, and the color slowly returned to her pale face. But when she saw the shattered bowl on the ground, fear crept back into her heart.

She’s not going to hit me? Really not going to hit me?

I broke a bowl… There’s no money left to buy another one. We only had four bowls to begin with…

“What are you thinking about? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Seeing her silent and withdrawn, Song Yugui waved a hand in front of her face, frowning slightly.

The moment Shen Xizhi looked up and saw her furrowed brows and displeased expression, she was startled again. This time, though, she didn’t tremble all over—just her voice grew softer, her demeanor shrinking further, her long lashes fluttering.

“Wife… I don’t know how much money you have. There are only four coins left at home.”

Song Yugui: “Huh?”

How much?

Four coins?!

Even if she had never lived in ancient times, she knew just how little four coins were. She had known the original host was poor, but this was a new level of destitution she hadn’t anticipated.

How could anyone be this poor?

Song Yugui couldn’t comprehend it. She was the type to feel anxious if her savings dipped below 100,000. How could someone live so carelessly in such poverty?

And with just four coins… could they even buy rice?

Probably only enough for two meals…

Her heart sank as she deeply worried about their future. But she kept her expression neutral, nodding coldly. “Mm, I see.”

Then she turned and went back to her room.

There’s no way the original Song Yugui only had this much money. She must have a secret stash somewhere!

Shen Xizhi stared blankly at her retreating figure before lowering her gaze to the mess on the floor.

She really… didn’t hit me. Didn’t even scold me.

But instead of relief, a deeper terror settled in her heart.

She rarely holds back like this. What is she planning?

Shen Xizhi recalled that Song Yugui didn’t always lash out immediately when angry. Sometimes, if she was furious for some reason, she wouldn’t hit or yell at her right away. Instead, she’d smile, making Shen Xizhi think she was forgiven—only for the night to come…

The young girl’s slender frame shuddered violently, her face growing even paler, her large, deer-like eyes glistening with unshed tears.

While Shen Xizhi wasn’t around, Song Yugui ransacked the room, searching for money. She had no idea how long she spent digging through every corner, sweating despite the cool autumn air. But in the end, she could only collapse onto the straw-covered bed, her eyes lifeless.

Nothing. Not a single coin. How did she let things get this bad?

The original Song Yugui had left without a care, dumping all these problems onto her.

Damn it all, I’ll kill every last one of you! Every last one!

Outside, the sky had long since darkened, and there was no movement from beyond the door. Song Yugui didn’t care what the villainess was up to—she was too busy mourning her lost phone, air conditioning, fridge, and ice cream.

After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Someone crept in cautiously, her dark eyes shimmering with a thin layer of moisture, her red lips bitten nervously. She inched forward hesitantly, stopping a few steps away.

“Wife…”

Her voice was laced with unease.

Song Yugui picked up on it immediately, pinching the bridge of her nose.

What’s she so afraid of? I didn’t even do anything today. How did the original host raise her to be so skittish?

Someone this timid actually mustered the courage to kill her wife—that’s entirely the original host’s fault.

Song Yugui sat up from the straw bed, about to say something, when she suddenly realized the room was pitch black. She couldn’t see the other’s expression at all.

The darkness was unsettling.

“Can we light a lamp?” she asked hesitantly.

The other woman hesitated even more, her voice soft and thin. “There’s no lamp oil left at home.”

Song Yugui’s breath hitched.

This poor?!

She was at a loss for words.

With only two people in the room, the silence stretched uncomfortably when one didn’t speak. The other grew increasingly restless before finally gritting her teeth and saying, “I’ll borrow some lamp oil from the neighbors tomorrow.”

She thought Song Yugui was displeased—and when Song Yugui was displeased, she hit people.

Hearing this, Song Yugui’s understanding of the Song family’s poverty deepened painfully. She shook her head weakly, as if drained of all energy.

“No, don’t bother. Tomorrow, I’ll go to town with you.”

Shen Xizhi assumed she meant to buy lamp oil and fell silent.

There are only four coins left at home—barely enough to buy rice, let alone lamp oil.

But there was no stopping Song Yugui once she set her mind to something.

Shen Xizhi could only lower her head and say nothing.

There wasn’t much to do for entertainment in ancient times. By the faint moonlight outside, Song Yugui rolled over and lay down.

“Let’s sleep. I’m tired.”

There was no response from behind her. After a while, movement finally came—but it was the sound of the door opening.

Where’s she going so late?

Before she could wonder for long, the person returned. Song Yugui peeked over her shoulder and watched as Shen Xizhi carried a bundle of straw, spreading it on the floor before fetching a tattered cloth from some corner and laying it on top.

The whole process was smooth and practiced. Song Yugui was stunned, taking a long moment to find her voice again. She even forgot to maintain her cold facade.

“Why are you setting that up?” she asked, baffled.

Shen Xizhi paused, her expression darkening as if recalling something horrifying. Her eyes grew damp, and she bit her lip.

“Wife… I didn’t do anything wrong today.”

Except for that bowl… but Song Yugui didn’t seem to care about it.

Song Yugui was confused. “I know. I’m asking why you’re laying that out.”

Why is she still asking?!

A wave of grievance surged in Shen Xizhi’s heart. She abruptly raised her head, and even in the dim light, Song Yugui could see the faint redness at the corners of her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.

The other woman seemed to stare at her for a long moment before lowering her head again, her voice muffled and stubborn.

“I’m sleeping here. I won’t sleep in the front hall.”

It took Song Yugui a great deal of effort to realize that in ancient times, the “front hall” referred to the kitchen.

She doesn’t want to sleep in the kitchen—she wants to sleep in the room. The original Song Yugui made her sleep in the kitchen?!

The woman on the bed widened her eyes in outrage, cursing inwardly.

You beast! An absolute beast!

If you didn’t want a wife, you shouldn’t have married one! Why bring her home just to treat her like this?!