I'll Raise Pigs to Support You - Chapter 4

The young girl standing by the bed was uneasy, afraid that she would once again be ordered to sleep in the front hall—where the cold wind howled, dark and empty, terrifying her to the point of tears. Her deer-like eyes were timid and red-rimmed.

Song Yugui suppressed the urge to scold her, softening her tone. The most important thing now was to reassure her, to prevent her from being bullied as she was in the novel, where she eventually turned into a ruthless antagonist.

“Xizhi, take these things away. We don’t need them.”

Shen Xizhi’s fingers froze, her bl00d turning cold inch by inch, as if freezing into ice. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Does it have to be like this…?

I’ve done nothing wrong. Why must you always bully me?

She suddenly looked up, fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with tears, her expression stubborn yet aggrieved. But before she could say anything, Song Yugui quickly added the second half of her sentence: “You’ll sleep on the bed. The floor is too cold.”

A woman’s body must be cared for—it shouldn’t be exposed to the cold.

Shen Xizhi’s round eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected to hear such words.

Since marrying into the Song family, she had never once slept on Song Yugui’s bed.

It was as if Song Yugui was guarding her chastity for someone else. Though she had spent a fortune to marry Shen Xizhi, she never touched her. This had suited Shen Xizhi just fine—she had no desire to be defiled by such a loathsome person. But now, she was being invited onto the bed. Had Song Yugui changed her mind?

At this thought, Shen Xizhi’s heart tightened. She bit her pale lips lightly, glanced at Song Yugui, then lowered her head again, looking pitiful and helpless. She seemed to believe she couldn’t resist, her slender hands clutching her chest, eyes brimming with tears, her frail body trembling as if the person on the bed were some kind of monstrous beast.

Song Yugui could see her timidity and reluctance. Her patience, already worn thin from the day’s events, was starting to fray. She didn’t want to drag out the nightly routine of coaxing Shen Xizhi to sleep, watching her tremble in fear. But she also wasn’t about to give up her bed and sleep on the floor just to ease Shen Xizhi’s anxiety. She wasn’t that self-sacrificing—being transmigrated into a novel was hardship enough without adding unnecessary suffering.

In the end, she could only put on a cold expression and, without a word, step off the bed. She strode over in her straw sandals, grabbed the girl’s bony wrist, and pulled her toward the bed.

Shen Xizhi ate little and was frail, light as a feather, unable to resist anyone’s pull. Now, as an overwhelming force yanked her forward, her face paled in shock. She let out a cry, stumbling forward and crashing into the other woman’s arms, half-carried to the edge of the bed. To steady herself, her hands instinctively pressed against Song Yugui’s soft chest.

Even after sitting down, Shen Xizhi remained shaken, her throat bobbing nervously. Only when she realized what her hands were touching—and when Song Yugui roughly pushed them away—did she snap back to reality. Her face drained of color, and she scrambled to stand by the bedside, looking up at Song Yugui with guilty caution, like a frightened fledgling.

Pathetic.

In the novel’s opening, Shen Xizhi was already a superficially gentle but inwardly ruthless antagonist. Song Yugui had never imagined she could exude such a pitiable aura. Any anger she felt dissipated, leaving her only able to glare, feigning fierceness.

Who goes around casually groping someone’s chest?

So rude!!!

One glared while the other cowered, the standoff stretching on in silence. Song Yugui didn’t know what to say—scolding her too harshly might trigger her villainous transformation, so she held back. Shen Xizhi, seeing her fierce expression, didn’t dare speak either, silently repeating in her mind: It’s over, it’s over. She’s so angry—I won’t survive today.

After a while, the indignation of being groped by a stranger faded. Song Yugui, seeing Shen Xizhi standing there obediently—as if waiting for her to make the first move—snorted. “Why are you just standing there? I told you to sleep on the bed. Can’t you understand? Must I force you?”

Her tone was sharp, but oddly, this reassured Shen Xizhi. It wasn’t terrifying or gentle—just normal. Maybe she wouldn’t be beaten to death.

Yet her feet remained rooted to the spot. The idea of sharing a bed with Song Yugui filled her with resistance. Glancing at the straw bedding, Shen Xizhi took half a step back, about to speak, when Song Yugui—anticipating her hesitation—yanked her into her arms again.

“It’s late,” Song Yugui said irritably. “Can’t we deal with this tomorrow? If you won’t sleep, I still want to.”

Caught off guard, Shen Xizhi let out another cry. This time, she managed to keep her hands to herself, avoiding any inappropriate contact. But her arms wound around Song Yugui’s neck, leaving her nearly sitting in the other woman’s lap, her body stiff. After a long moment, her lips twitched, as if resigning herself to fate.

The girl in her arms lowered her head silently, as though submitting to whatever came next—only her slender frame trembled faintly.

Is she really this scared? Song Yugui wondered.

If I keep acting like the original character, won’t I scare her to death?

She turned her head away, softening her tone slightly. “Didn’t I tell you to sleep on the bed? Why are you still standing? Aren’t you tired?”

The novel often described the male lead leaving for the market before dawn to sell homegrown vegetables, with the antagonist frequently running into him…

If she had to wake up that early, she should be exhausted by now, shouldn’t she?

Reluctantly, Song Yugui glanced at Shen Xizhi.

In the dim light, she could see the girl’s eyelashes fluttering—probably from drowsiness, though she was too polite to say so.

Women are so reserved, she thought. I get it—I’m the same way.

With this in mind, she tightened her grip on Shen Xizhi’s waist, instinctively trying to shift her further onto the bed.

“Sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow if there’s anything else. From now on, you’ll sleep on the bed.”

She thought this was a small gesture of goodwill, but the girl in her arms only grew paler, her heart sinking.

So it’s finally come to this.

How do two women… come together?

Will she be rough?

Will it hurt as much as when she used to beat me?

The mere thought made Shen Xizhi tremble.

Song Yugui released her, adjusted the blankets, and turned to see the other girl still frozen in the position she’d been pulled into—sitting stiffly upright, looking dazed. She poked her. “Get on the bed already. Lie down—aren’t you cold?”

Truthfully, the bed wasn’t much warmer, but huddling together was better than braving the chill outside.

When her words went unanswered, the seated figure finally moved, rustling as she shed her outer garments and shoes, revealing a slender, snow-white frame.

Song Yugui paused but said nothing. She pressed down on Shen Xizhi’s shoulders until the stiff body met the pillow, then released her and undressed as well before lying down.

Let’s be clear—I’m not sure about my own orientation, but the antagonist definitely likes men.

Otherwise, why would she fall for the male lead and not the female lead?

Since the antagonist prefers men, two women sharing a bed shouldn’t be a problem.

Right?