The Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Heroine in the Old Abusive Article - Chapter 8

Zhao Chunhua trembled in fear, forgetting to cry as she instinctively glanced at Qin Yong. In this household, Qin Youcai rarely spoke, but when he did, no one dared defy him. This was the primary source of her terror.

Qin Yong sighed and reached out to pull Zhao Chunhua away, but she glared at him and silently handed him the sickle.

The farce had finally come to an end.

Qin Cheng and Qin Luo glanced their way, a flicker of disappointment in their eyes.

They had hoped for a meat meal, but their hopes had been dashed.

“Let’s get to work,” Qin Zhao said, bending down to pick up the sickles. He handed one to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang took the sickle without a word. Having just transmigrated, her understanding of this world came entirely from the plot summary. Survival alone wouldn’t suffice, and with no money, she couldn’t leave the Qin Family for now.

So, it’s just harvesting rice? I’ll treat it as a life experience. Besides, though her body looked frail, it possessed surprising strength, unlike her previous physique. Even after exhausting work, her stamina recovered quickly with a short rest. The only downside was her insatiable hunger. She’d eaten half a sweet potato cake at noon, and her stomach was already growling.

When she left, Qin Yang had given the entire chicken to the Female Lead, not taking a single bite herself.

I wonder how the Female Lead is doing now?

As Qin Yang worked, her mind began to wander. Images of Wen Jin’an’s delicate, vulnerable Kunze form kept surfacing in her thoughts—her eyes shimmering with tears, her face flushed with spring-like allure, and the faint scent of roses lingering in the air.

The urge to see Wen Jin’an and take a bite of her grew like wildfire.

“Are you alright?” Qin Zhao asked, frowning at her.

“Huh?” Qin Yang blinked, snapping out of her reverie. “What’s wrong?”

Qin Zhao paused. “Are you being affected by the Kunze’s pheromone?”

Qin Yang’s face was flushed, and a faint scent of peach wine hung in the air.

In ABO novels, the Rainfall Periods of Qianyuan and Kunze influence each other. Qin Yang suddenly realized that since transmigrating, she had been constantly near Wen Jin’an, who was in her Rainfall Period. Given her current physical state, it was highly likely she was being affected by Wen Jin’an’s pheromone.

Thank goodness Qin Zhao warned me, or things could have gotten really bad.

If she remembered correctly, Qianyuan’s heat cycles, like Kunze’s, could be suppressed with medication. But since she had just transmigrated, she had no idea if the Original Host had any suppression cream.

As she pondered this, a medicine bottle appeared before her.

“Apply some,” Qin Zhao said, his brow furrowed as he tried to press the bottle into her hand. “The scent is too overpowering.” He stepped back two paces.

To Qin Yang, this gesture reeked of disdain.

“……” Qin Yang’s emotions churned. She knew Qianyuan pheromones were mutually repellent, but was her own scent really that offensive? How much did he despise her?

As if reading her thoughts, Qin Zhao explained, “I don’t drink. Your peach wine is just too strong.”

Qin Yang: “……” Fine. People who don’t drink naturally dislike the smell of alcohol. She understood.

Choosing to withdraw into herself, Qin Yang silently uncorked the bottle, scooped out a dab with her index finger, and smoothed it over her glands. A cool sensation instantly spread across her feverish skin, calming her agitated glands and clearing her mind.

“Thank you,” Qin Yang said gratefully.

Qin Zhao didn’t reply, bending back to his work.

Qin Yang shrugged. After a day of observing him, she had a better grasp of his personality. He was clearly a repressed, reserved type.

In the original novel, if not for the Qin Family’s machinations, Qin Zhao’s fate wouldn’t have been so tragic. The thought filled her with melancholy.

If the plot can truly be rewritten, I hope Qin Zhao can escape his arranged marriage this time.

In the Dongling Kingdom, land was allocated based on population. Every newborn, once registered with the government, received one mu of land. Upon marriage, the land would be transferred to the husband’s family. The Qin Family, with its large household and the Kunze wives who had married in, possessed a total of nine mu of land. Theoretically, such a large plot should have yielded a substantial harvest. However, the Qin Family was notoriously lazy. Only Qin Youcai, Qin Yong, and Qin Zhao worked in the fields; the rest idled at home. Later, after the Original Host married Wen Jin’an, all household chores, big and small, were assigned to Wen Jin’an.

This lack of labor resulted in all but the four or five mu of rice paddies being left fallow. This was why the Qin Family struggled to feed themselves even after paying taxes.

The rice had been harvested for several days. By evening, most of the fields were cleared, leaving only the task of transporting the cut grain back home.

“Night brings trouble,” Qin Youcai said to Qin Yong. “Eldest, go borrow an oxcart from your uncle’s family. We’ll haul it all back tonight.”

Qin Yong wiped sweat from his brow with his sleeve and grinned honestly. “Alright, Father, I’ll go right away.”

“Didn’t Uncle say last time he wouldn’t lend us anything anymore?” Qin Luo muttered under his breath.

“What do you know? Why don’t you go borrow it yourself!” Qin Youcai snapped, his chest tightening with irritation.

Qin Luo obediently shut his mouth. He hadn’t said anything wrong; when his father had gone to borrow the oxcart during planting season, his uncle had explicitly said, “Don’t come asking again.”

Though inwardly resentful, Qin Luo didn’t dare argue further.

Qin Youcai turned to the other two Qianyuan of the Qin Family, his gaze landing on Qin Yang. His expression instantly darkened, and he snorted coldly at Qin Zhao. “Second Elder,” he barked, “go back and bring our cart. The oxcart alone won’t be enough to haul everything.”

Qin Zhao, a man of few words, nodded and followed Qin Yong out.

“Husband,” Liu Yue’e said, sidling up to Qin Youcai after Qin Zhao left, “it’s getting late. Why don’t we let Third Elder and Fifth Elder go back to prepare dinner?”

After a full day of work, her two precious sons had been complaining to her endlessly. Qin Youcai had been in a foul mood since morning, and she hadn’t dared to bring it up. Finally, as evening approached, she saw a chance to let them return home to cook—a far better fate than continuing their grueling labor.

“Go back? What’s this ‘go back’ nonsense? They think they’re the only ones who are tired? What about me? They’ll leave when the work’s done, and not a moment sooner!” Qin Youcai spat on the ground and glared fiercely at Qin Cheng and Qin Luo.

The mere sight of them infuriated him.

Normally, he would have let them leave, but today, his anger had been simmering all day. Fifth Elder’s earlier provocation had pushed him over the edge, and now he was furious at everyone.

Liu Yue’e, having failed to get her way, wisely shut her mouth.

Qin Yang watched the group with cold eyes, her heart utterly unmoved.

Even without experiencing it firsthand, she could imagine the Female Lead’s despair and oppression after marrying into the Qin Family and enduring such a life. It was no wonder she eventually preferred death to escape, and why her first act upon reuniting with her biological parents was to seek revenge on the Qin Family.

Before long, Qin Yong and Qin Zhao returned. Little Fatty happily ran over and hugged Qin Yong’s leg. “Papa, I want to go home! Grandpa won’t let me!” he immediately complained.

Qin Yong stopped the oxcart, patted Little Fatty’s head, glanced at Qin Youcai, and picked up the boy.

He dared not disobey Qin Youcai’s orders. Since childhood, Qin Youcai had instilled in him the belief that as a Qianyuan, he should work hard and care for his younger siblings. For over twenty years, he had lived by this principle.

Seeing his son’s sun-reddened cheeks, Qin Yong felt a pang of guilt. He handed Little Fatty to Zhao Chunhua and silently began loading the cart.

Qin Yang watched without pity. On the contrary, she believed that those who deserved pity often had their own hateful flaws. Qin Yong’s simple honesty was undeniable, but so was his weakness. The Qin Family’s ability to treat him like a beast of burden stemmed from his own acquiescence. Zhao Chunhua’s daily tantrums and eventual betrayal were consequences of his own indulgence.