The Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Heroine in the Old Abusive Article - Chapter 5

Wen Jin’an instinctively looked up at Qin Yang.

She’s going to the fields?

This was the first time in the two months since their marriage that Qin Yang had mentioned working in the fields. Normally, whenever work came up, she would push Wen Jin’an out to do it while she went out carousing with her rowdy friends.

Qin Yang had a volatile temper, and the Qin family, afraid to provoke her, vented their anger on Wen Jin’an, forcing her to do all the dirty and exhausting chores around the house.

Hearing Qin Yang say she was going to work in the fields now felt deeply ironic.

Wen Jin’an turned away, her face pale, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks. The corners of her eyes, still damp from the Rainfall Period, carried a hint of delicate allure, making her appear fragile and pitiful.

Qin Yang reached out to steady her, but when she saw the resistance in Wen Jin’an’s eyes, she quietly withdrew her hand and rubbed her nose.

“Rest well,” Qin Yang said earnestly. “The physician said you shouldn’t strain yourself for the next few days. I’ll handle the field work.” Her primary goal now was to improve her reputation with the Female Lead. As for the mess the Original Host had left behind, she needed to carefully consider whether to take responsibility for it.

Wen Jin’an slowly sat up, leaning against the bed frame. She raised her eyes to meet Qin Yang’s gaze, as if trying to discern her intentions from her expression.

Though she didn’t know Qin Yang’s motives, Wen Jin’an understood her current predicament. A direct confrontation would not only fail to benefit her but might also provoke Qin Yang into selling her off sooner. For now, she had no choice but to play along with whatever Qin Yang wanted, while waiting for an opportunity to escape.

“Mm, thank you,” Wen Jin’an replied softly, her voice gentle and delicate. This was the first time since her transmigration that the Female Lead had spoken to her with such tenderness, the sound like a kitten’s paw gently scratching at her heart.

How could the Original Host’s family have the heart to mistreat such a fragile Kunze? If it were me, I’d cherish and dote on her, wanting to hold her in my arms every moment of the day.

“Am I causing you trouble?” Wen Jin’an asked, noticing Qin Yang’s unwavering gaze. Her fingers slowly curled inward as she suppressed her growing discomfort.

So, this person still harbors those feelings for me. I knew there had to be a reason for her sudden change in attitude. It seems she’s tasted the marrow and now craves more.

Qin Yang could use this to her advantage, lowering Wen Jin’an’s guard and creating an opportunity to escape.

“Not at all!” Qin Yang waved her hands and shook her head vigorously. How could this be a bother? She was desperate to serve the Female Lead well and preserve her own life.

Wen Jin’an’s Rainfall Period hadn’t yet passed, leaving her body still weak. Especially when facing the Qianyuan who had just marked her, her inner cavity throbbed faintly, yearning to be marked again.

Suppressing her desire, Wen Jin’an curved her lips into a gentle smile, revealing two faint dimples that added a touch of charm to her delicate features. “I’m a little tired,” she murmured.

The frail Kunze, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, seemed on the verge of snapping.

She knew exactly how to exploit her advantages.

Qin Yang’s heart softened. Such a soft, delicate girl deserves to be cherished. “Alright, you rest now. I’ll leave you to it.”

Qin Yang withdrew from the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

In her eyes, the Female Lead was still just an eighteen-year-old girl, easily appeased. Moreover, the Female Lead’s attitude toward her wasn’t as hostile as she’d feared. With a little extra effort, how could such a gentle Kunze ever bring herself to kill her?

Qin Yang’s confidence surged.

The Qin Family had gathered in the courtyard. Seeing only Qin Yang emerge, Liu Yue’e sneered, “Some people really think they’re a young lady of high society. It’s just the Rainfall Period, isn’t it? Can’t even do chores?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly to Qin Yang’s ears.

“Why don’t I see your precious darlings out working during their Rainfall Periods?” Qin Yang retorted, refusing to indulge her.

Does a cannon fodder character have to keep courting death?

Liu Yue’e choked on her words, glaring resentfully at the door. Has Qin Yang taken the wrong medicine today? she wondered. Usually, no matter how Liu Yue’e criticized Wen Jin’an, Qin Yang wouldn’t utter a word, sometimes even joining in the reprimands. What’s gotten into her today? She’s been defending Jin’an since morning and constantly talking back. It must be that little fox spirit stirring things up. I’ll settle this score later.

“Enough bickering!” Qin Youcai snapped, glaring at Qin Yang. “None of you ever give me a moment’s peace. Since everyone’s here, let’s get moving!”

He picked up his sickle and strode ahead, the Qin Family following silently behind. The stifled anger still burned in his chest; he couldn’t bear to look at his unfilial daughter for another moment.

These were the days of the rice harvest. The cut stalks lay scattered across the fields, vulnerable to rot and mold if not collected before the next rain. During this critical time, families worked tirelessly, even taking sweet potato cakes to eat in the fields at noon.

Qin Yang, the domineering CEO, had never done such manual labor before. She followed closely behind Qin Zhao, mimicking his every move. Before long, she was working with surprising competence.

However, the original host’s delicate palms quickly developed two painful blisters.

“It’s always like this at first,” Qin Zhao said, glancing back. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Hmm?” Qin Yang lowered her hand, surprised that Qin Zhao had noticed and was showing concern.

“It’s nothing,” she replied with a smile. With noon approaching, it was the perfect time to catch a chicken and roast it for the Female Lead’s lunch. Giving Qin Zhao no chance to object, she deliberately raised her voice so everyone could hear, “Let’s go! We can check the mountains over there during lunch. Maybe we’ll find some wild chickens or rabbits?”

The mention of wild chickens and rabbits immediately perked up everyone’s ears. Even Zhao Chunhua, usually the most critical of them all, couldn’t help but swallow hard. The thought of a bowl of fragrant, spicy rabbit stew for dinner was too tempting to resist.

Satisfied with the effect, Qin Yang walked to the edge of the field, tossed her sickle aside, and hefted the bow and arrow in her hand. To be honest, she’d only ever seen them on TV; she’d never actually used one before. Her accuracy was, predictably, questionable.

But today, her goal wasn’t hunting game—it was the old hen in the courtyard.

“What are you standing around for? The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back. Maybe we’ll even have meat for dinner,” Qin Yang said.

Qin Zhao paused, set down his sickle, and walked in the direction she pointed.

“Wait, hold on!” Qin Yang suddenly stopped, turned, and hurried to the lunch basket. She pulled out two sweet potato flatbreads and, under the watchful eyes of the others, walked over to Qin Zhao. “Here, take these. You’ll need the energy.”

Qin Zhao stared at her, speechless.

Qin Cheng surreptitiously nudged closer to Qin Youcai. “Dad, look at Qin Yang…”

“Shut up and get back to work,” Qin Youcai snapped, glaring at him. Without another word, he bent down and resumed harvesting the rice.

The boy has no sense of propriety whatsoever.

Qin Cheng retreated, his face sour. He’d hoped that with two fewer mouths to feed, he’d get a bigger share of the food. But Qin Yang was playing by her own rules. Now he could only hope that Qin Zhao and Qin Yang would at least bring back a wild rabbit—or, failing that, a pheasant. He hadn’t tasted meat in ages.

The last time they had been out hunting was during the Lunar New Year.

As soon as Qin Yang and Qin Zhao entered the mountains, Qin Yang said, “We can’t manage with just one bow and arrow. You go search that way, and I’ll set up some traps over here.”

Qin Zhao glanced at her without a word, then headed deeper into the mountains with the bow and arrow.

Once he was out of sight, Qin Yang hurried back. She had chosen this mountain precisely because it was close to the village, allowing her to make a quick round trip without raising suspicion.

When she returned to the Qin Family home, the two oblivious hens were squatting in the shade against the wall, not even lifting their heads as she entered.

Qin Yang didn’t rush to catch them. She wanted to check on Wen Jin’an first. After a whole morning, she was anxious about Jin’an’s condition and had even brought a sweet potato pancake for her.

Pushing open the door, Qin Yang found Wen Jin’an half-reclined on the bed, her head bowed as if lost in thought.

The sound of the door opening made Wen Jin’an flinch. She looked up, her eyes flashing with a hint of panic as she recognized the visitor. Her fingers, hidden beneath her sleeves, clenched tightly.