Lin Fengmian thought about it and decided to follow his heart.
Rather than marrying someone else, it would be better for Song Youwei to let her wait for him. At least he would live a prosperous life and have no worries about food and clothing.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with him eating what was in the bowl and thinking about what was in the pot, and neither did Song Youwei.
In this era, whether in the world of immortals or ordinary people, it is common for men to have three wives and four concubines.
Especially wealthy families and powerful monks usually have wives and concubines in groups, but those like Lin Wencheng are relatively rare.
He looked at Song Youwei and said softly: "I will not dislike you. Even if you have gray hair, you are still the most beautiful in my heart."
Song Youwei hugged one of his arms, leaned against him, and said with a slightly raised corner of her mouth: "You are really good at coaxing people. As long as you don't dislike it, I will keep waiting."
"I will take good care of Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin for you and fulfill my filial piety for you. I just hope they don't dislike me."
"They won't." Lin Fengmian shook his head.
Seeing this, Song Youwei couldn't help but joked: "That's great. From now on, can I be my young lady without having to go out in public?"
"Well! You don't have to go out to show off anymore. I'll take care of your business."
Lin Fengmian took her hand and said solemnly: "Sister Youwei, don't worry, I will come back to see you often."
Song Youwei hummed, a little embarrassed, and changed the subject: "Let's go shopping quickly, wait for Uncle Lin, Aunt Lin is waiting impatiently."
Seeing that he was about to enter the busy city, Lin Fengmian put on a human skin mask and his facial features became ordinary.
Song Youwei couldn't help but relax on the streets of this foreign country. No one here knew that she was married and was a widow.
She can be herself freely and do as she pleases without worrying about any gaze.
She held Lin Fengmian's arm intimately. Lin Fengmian's hand was wrapped in softness and he couldn't help but look back at her.
Song Youwei lowered her head shyly, but did not let go of her hand. Instead, she hugged her tighter.
"Sister Youwei, let's go and buy all the daily necessities."
Song Youwei hummed, and the two walked into the bustling market, as sweet as a newlywed couple.
Everyone on the street thought they were a couple. Lin Fengmian didn't deny it, and she didn't deny it either.
The two of them were like newlyweds, buying all kinds of bedding and bedding. They looked so loving and sweet, making others envious.
"Sir, would you like to buy some fresh three-yellow chicken?"
"Sir, madam, look at the cauliflower here, it's so fresh."
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The vendors on the roadside kept selling their products, and Song Youwei pulled Lin Fengmian through the market.
Soon, the two of them returned home with a full load, and most of their things were put into the storage bag, but no living things could be put in it.
Lin Fengmian was holding a chicken in one hand and a duck in the other. The restless chicken was still flapping about, its feathers flying around.
Seeing his busy look, Song Youwei couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"You're such a spoiled young master, you'd better get it for me."
Lin Fengmian said righteously: "How is this possible? I am not a weak scholar. Madam, please don't underestimate me."
Song Youwei couldn't help but blush, and said angrily: "Who is your wife? Stop screaming!"
"You deserved it just now, so you turned your back on me so quickly?" Lin Fengmian joked.
"Isn't that to save the trouble of explanation?" Song Youwei argued.
Lin Fengmian said with a serious expression: "Sister Youwei, you are the wife of Yazhai that I snatched back. Do you still want to run away?"
"I……"
Song Youwei was speechless for a moment, and finally pouted: "I won't run away, you big hooligan!"
Lin Fengmian laughed and returned home with Song Youwei. Li Zhuxuan took the things she bought and went to work.
Song Youwei went to help, leaving Lin Fengmian and Lin Wencheng alone.
Li Zhuxuan frowned and said, "Old Lin, why are you still standing there? Go make the bed quickly, otherwise you will sleep on the floor tonight?"
"ah?"
Lin Wencheng, who had never done such a thing before, was stunned.
Lin Fengmian snickered. His father suddenly changed from Mr. Lin to Mr. Lin.
Li Zhuxuan put her hands on her hips and said fiercely: "What are you laughing at, Feng Mian, go quickly, everyone thinks they are the master or the young master?"
Lin Fengmian's smile froze on his face, and then he said quickly: "I obey, mother!"
"How about I go over and get it done later?" Song Youwei said weakly.
"Don't spoil them, they are lazy!"
Li Zhuxuan warned: "Youwei, you can't spoil this man. The more you spoil him, the more he will give you some color and open a dyeing workshop."
Song Youwei listened in confusion, nodding her head from time to time like a chicken pecking at rice, which made Lin Fengmian's hair stand on end.
"What are you looking at? Go get to work!"
Li Zhuxuan suddenly turned around, so frightened that Lin Fengmian and Lin Wencheng ran away holding the quilt and bed.
Song Youwei laughed out loud when she saw this, and Li Zhuxuan smiled and asked, "Youwei, what are your plans for the future?"
Song Youwei hesitated: "If Aunt Lin doesn't dislike it, I...I want to wait for him here."
After learning about Song Youwei's decision to wait for Lin Fengmian here, Li Zhuxuan was moved and distressed.
"Silly girl, although he is my son, this boy doesn't deserve this."
Song Youwei shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'm willing to wait for him, as long as he comes back to see me occasionally."
Li Zhuxuan said solemnly: "Since you have decided, I won't say anything. You will be my daughter from now on."
"Youwei, listen to me. This kid won't leave until tomorrow. How about you seize the opportunity tonight and make a doll with him?"
Song Youwei groaned, but she didn't expect her thoughts to jump so quickly. She blushed and said, "Mrs. Lin, what are you talking about?"
Li Zhuxuan said sincerely: "You don't understand. It's hard to wait for someone, but when you have a child, you have someone to rely on."
"The carefree boy will be more attached to you, otherwise he would have forgotten you long ago when he met a beauty."
Song Youwei couldn't help but feel a little moved, Li Zhuxuan quickly struck while the iron was hot and whispered into her ear.
Her ears felt hot when she heard it, she was shy and wanted to hear it, and she opened her mouth wide from time to time, showing her surprise and surprise, which was really cute.
Finally, she nodded coyly and agreed.
The two of them were working and chatting in the kitchen, while on the other side, Lin Fengmian and his son finally finished their work.
Lin Wencheng, who had not worked for a long time, was half exhausted and sat slumped in the yard, drinking the coarse tea bought by Lin Fengmian.
The father and son were busy listening to Li Zhuxuan's laughter. This strong breath of life made the exhaustion of both of them disappear.
Lin Wencheng said with emotion: "This is life. After being rich for a long time, I have forgotten that the most precious thing is the smell of fireworks in this world."
Lin Fengmian laughed dumbly and said: "I originally had a lot of gold and silver treasures in my hands, and I wanted to use them to let you hire some servants, change them to a big house, and enjoy your old age in peace."
"Since Dad likes the life of women weavers and men farming so much, then let Dad continue to enjoy your life."
