Strict Wife of the ’70s Manages the Household

She moved to the side and found that the blanket was cold, which meant that Han Qingsong was no longer there.

 

She breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, the torment towards her was over.

 

Lin Lan felt ashamed for the indulgence, extravagance and unrestrained session last night.
Later, after being unable to keep up with his rhythm, she only hoped that it would be over soon and that the next day would come quickly.
She would rather go to work in the field since what she went through last night was much more tiring than going to work…

 

However, the night was very, very long as his demands seemed endless…

 

Later he finally let her go, but she must have fallen asleep at some point.
Perhapsshe slept and was woken up, or she merely woke up before dawn broke? Dazedly, she did feel that he had helped her to wipe her body before wrapping her in a warm embrace, letting her sleep soundly.

 

She guessed that she slept so deeply to the point where she would have remained unconscious if she was thrown onto the streets.
In fact, she probably wouldn’t hear the cries of the rooster that never failed to annoy everyone’s morning.

 

“Mom…Mom…” There was a child’s sobbing ringing in her ears, just like the time when she transmigrated, “Mom, please don’t die.”

 

Lin Lan woke up completely with a jerk and opened her eyes to see Xiaowang staring at her in horror.

 

…Han Qingsong, you beast! Why did you torment me so badly that even our child thought that I was going to die?

 

She gritted her teeth slightly.
If this was going to be done again, she was definitely going to be bested into an even worse shape than this.

 

Separate rooms— we must sleep in separate rooms!!

 

Seeing that Lin Lan was awake, Xiaowang looked at her in surprise, “Mom, are you awake?” He cautiously stretched out his arms to hug Lin Lan, “Mom, you are sick so take a good rest.
I will bring you some food.”

 

After speaking, he crawled to the ground and ran to the main room with the intention to get Lin Lan a meal.

 

With his tiny frame, he wasn’t able to carry much, so he had to make multiple trips.
He brought in a bowl of steamed egg custard, a two-layered pancake and a bowl of stewed eggplant paired with farmhouse sauce.

 

I feel like I’m oppressing a child like this, how shameless.

 

She reached out and touched Xiaowang’s head, “Xiaowang, mom is fine, so you can go and play.”

 

Xiaowang refused and insisted on staying with her, “Mom is sick.
Don’t worry, I won’t be noisy.”

 

Lin Lan, “…M-mom is not sick, but… I’m just tired.”

 

Xiaowang nodded, “Mom is sick.
You took care of Xiao Wang, worked in the fields, cooked and even moved to our new house.
You are both tired and sick,” He put his small face in Lin Lan’s palm and rubbed against it.

 

Lin Lan’s heart melted instantly.

 

She saw that the food was completely cold, so she quickly picked up her watch to check the time.
Dear Gods, it’s more than 10 o’ clock. Lin Lan, you are truly a beast.

 

She didn’t even hear the children getting up to cook.
To be fair, Han Qingsong even covered the windows with straw curtains.
Hence, the light wasn’t very noticeable at dawn, which made her sleep in to the point where it was almost noon.

 

If word of this spread, all the women in the village would have something to say again.
Her title of being a ‘lazy and useless woman’ would definitely be even more secure than ever.

 

She hurriedly pushed Xiaowang away to get her towel and dressed quickly.

 

Her waist was sore and her legs hurt, so she really wondered if Han Qingsong had actually tortured her.
It must be more sore than not stepping on her legs after being drilled.