My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn-Chapter 50 - 31 Domestic Abuse

50: Chapter 31 Domestic Abuse?

50 -31 Domestic Abuse?

Lin Xiaoguai had been planting a fair amount of oil crops the past couple of days, intending to make some handmade soap herself.

She could now be considered quite skilled at this, as the system’s database contained many unique soap recipes.

Selecting the ones she needed and buying some additional ingredients from the exchange store, she set to work.

She made four kinds of handmade soaps: hazelnut oil, aloe vera oil, rosehip oil, and olive oil soaps.

The hazelnut oil soap was for Xiao Mei, who had oily skin and large pores, making hazelnut oil perfect for her; the aloe vera oil soap was for Xiu’er, whose complexion looked somewhat malnourished and yellowish, as aloe vera oil is nourishing; the rosehip oil soap she kept for herself, as using it during pregnancy could prevent stretch marks; and undoubtedly, the anti-wrinkle, skin-healthy olive oil soap was best suited for grandma, who was old and frail.

The finished products taken from the molds were very pretty.

The hazelnut oil soap was a translucent apricot color, with its square surface outlined by milky white delicate patterns.

Lin Xiaoguai had added milk and tea tree essential oil, resulting in a sweet and refreshing fragrance; the aloe vera oil soap was a transparent fruit green, its intricate maple leaf shape very appealing, with a bit of grape seed oil and ginseng essential oil added, making the scent quite subtle; the rosehip oil soap was a transparent jelly pink with a delicate bud shape, with rose petals suspended within it.

She had also added milk and frankincense essential oil, giving it a pleasant and moisturizing fragrance; the olive oil soap was the most unadorned in shape—simply square without any decoration, but its color, a cross between peppermint green and off-white, was extremely beautiful, and the scent of lavender essential oil was very light, not at all overwhelming.

She didn’t make a lot—about 100 grams of each kind—with the idea of making more in the workshop later if needed.

Of course, when she had free time, she preferred to make it herself.

—As long as the materials were sufficient and the recipes were available, the workshop could meet all production requirements.

However, there was a significant price difference between products successfully made by hand and those not; the latter usually costing more than ten times the amount of Gold Coins than the former.

When Shen Chi returned to the room, Lin Xiaoguai was already hugging a round green pillow and sleeping soundly.

He frowned at the unfamiliar small pillow, and without a thought, he reached over to pull it out of Lin Xiaoguai’s arms, only for her to open her eyes the next second.

She calmly glanced at the pillow in Shen Chi’s hand, halfway between tossing it or not, and snatched it back into her embrace, then turned her back to Shen Chi.

Before long, Shen Chi could hear her breathing, even and steady.

He raised his hand to rub his temple, feeling a bit of a headache.

His young wife was a bit too smart.

Winning the heart of such a person would surely take a long time and, unfortunately, time was exactly what he lacked.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have rushed to use such methods to marry her in the first place.

Who made her want to go to the Capital for university?

There were just too many suitors there.

When Lin Xiaoguai woke up in the morning, she found herself nestled tightly in Shen Chi’s embrace.

She struggled a bit, only to feel Shen Chi’s breath on her ear.

“Good, don’t be contrary.

If I didn’t like you, no amount of money could have brought you to me,” he said, although feeling troubled, he didn’t have any desire to change.

To Lin Xiaoguai, however, these ambiguously confessed words infuriated her.

She elbowed Shen Chi in the waist, “Get the hell out!”

She knew it; a leopard can’t change its spots.

Shen Chi always did as he pleased, never heeding a word from others, not to speak of repentance.

Shen Chi caught her elbow, not daring to apply force, only coaxing her, “Wanwan, don’t be angry, get up first…”

“Angry, my foot!” Lin Xiaoguai pulled out her pillow and threw it at his face.

Caught off guard, Shen Chi took the blow head-on, seeing stars.

Realizing what she had done, Lin Xiaoguai felt a bit guilty but also a strange, indescribable thrill.

In both her lives, she had never physically fought anyone.

Even when angry, she would only use biting words or take her revenge behind the scenes.

This experience was certainly novel.

Instinctively, she scrambled out of bed, grabbed fistfuls of her hair in a mess, and slipped out the door in her slippers.

Shen Chi was dazed momentarily.

As he reached out to stop her, his head spun, amazed at Wanwan’s strength…

When he finally snapped back to reality and realized he had been hit, Shen Chi didn’t get angry but rather found himself torn between laughter and tears.

Resting his forehead on his hand, he got off the bed, the image of his lively wife brimming in his eyes with a hint of amusement.

Outside the room, Lin Xiaoguai was sitting down to porridge, chatting with grandma, but her expression seemed somewhat distracted.

Seeing Shen Chi emerge, she tensed slightly, quickly averting her gaze and pretending to listen intently to grandma.

She was a little uneasy.

Although in her previous life Shen Chi never abused her, she had never physically lashed out at him.

After all, Shen Chi’s pride was extraordinarily high.

The smile in Shen Chi’s eyes deepened—it seemed she knew fear after all.

“Grandpa, I’m going to the countryside to chop wood today.

Could you come with me and keep an eye on the cart at the foot of the mountain?” Shen Chi asked Shen Zhangming.

Before returning to the army, he needed to get the heavy lifting done at home, as the house would be left with only the elderly and the young.

As for his wife, they were bound to share the same bed at night; he wasn’t in a hurry.

“Sure, but wait for me.

I’ll go check if the cart’s tires are properly inflated.

We can try to catch some game in the mountains, then eat at your great-uncle’s house.” Despite the odds with his son, Shen Zhangming got on well with other relatives.

“Alright, I’ll bring a shovel for digging traps.”

Hearing Shen Chi was going out, Lin Xiaoguai breathed a sigh of relief.

In her previous life, she had never been intimidated by Shen Chi, but now, with concerns in this life, she couldn’t afford to be.

But wasn’t it something I willingly agreed to?

Lin Xiaoguai thought, gently caressing her bulging belly with tender motions.

When it was just Lin Xiaoguai and Luo Yufang left in the house, she brought out the olive oil handmade soap.

“Grandma, you can use this to wash your face and bathe,” she said.

“This is soap, right?

It looks quite fancy.

Can it be used for laundry?” Luo Yufang curiously inspected the handmade soap in her hand.

“It’s not just soap; I made it myself.

It’s not for clothes, but using it for your face and bath will clean even better, and in cold weather, it won’t dry out your skin,” she explained, not going into further detail knowing Grandma wouldn’t understand anyway.

Hearing that she made it herself, Luo Yufang subconsciously thought it wasn’t valuable and didn’t pay it much attention, but she was pleased by her granddaughter-in-law’s filial piety regardless of its usefulness.

Seeing her reaction, Lin Xiaoguai didn’t mind either.

After all, once she tried the soap, she would know how good it was.

In her previous life, her handmade soap had been very popular in the old district.

Once a couple of daughters-in-law recognized the soap’s effectiveness, they sold it at a high price and even considered exploiting her generosity.

Otherwise, she might have continued to give it away as a neighborhood courtesy.

She thought of making some liquid soap for shampooing when she had time, better than any brand-name shampoo.

Actually, there were formulas for shampoo, shower gel, and skincare products in the system, but Lin Xiaoguai was particularly fond of the exquisite look of handmade soap and favored it above all.

With its complete functionality, she couldn’t be bothered to fuss over anything else.

After dinner, Lin Xiaoguai sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool, casually picking soybeans into a winnowing basket.

“Grandma, why did we only get so few soybeans?” Lin Xiaoguai recalled planting a whole row of soybeans in the backyard; they shouldn’t have only harvested this small handful.

“Too much rain, the roots rotted,” Luo Yufang sighed.

Lin Xiaoguai understood, thinking how much easier it was with her own space where water, fertilizer, and pest control were no concern.

When Jiang Xiaomei arrived, Lin Xiaoguai was starting to feel a bit drowsy.

Jiang Xiaomei came in sweating profusely, carrying a bag of tomatoes.

“I’m about to die from the heat!” She complained, though her face wore a happy smile as she greeted Luo Yufang, “Hello, Grandma Shen.”

“Ah, hello,” Luo Yufang replied cheerfully.

Elderly people like well-behaved children but don’t put as much emphasis on appearance.

Seeing this child always come over with a cheerful and blessed look, Luo Yufang felt an extra dose of happiness.

Moreover, her eyes swept over the chubby girl’s bag; although she didn’t covet others’ items, whether or not others had the heart to offer them was a different matter.

“Where did these tomatoes come from?” Lin Xiaoguai was not one to be polite.

“Brother Dameng’s family.

I mentioned wanting to bring you something, and he picked them for me,” Jiang Xiaomei laughed innocently.

Lin Xiaoguai was speechless but had long grown accustomed to her slow-witted manner.

“Grandma, can I take Xiao Mei to my room?” Lin Xiaoguai asked Luo Yufang.

“Go ahead, go ahead.” Luo Yufang took the nearly full winnowing basket of soybeans.

Jiang Xiaomei placed the tomatoes on the table and followed Lin Xiaoguai into her room.

“Xiao Guai, my dad said he’s going to kick Aidang out,” Jiang Xiaomei said, sounding somewhat happy yet a bit sad.

“That’s good, isn’t it?

You mustn’t feel sorry for him,” Lin Xiaoguai warned, glaring at her.

“He has no parents; where would he live if he leaves?

And he doesn’t know how to do anything.” Jiang Xiaomei scratched her head, seeing Lin Xiaoguai’s displeased face, “I’m just saying.

I’m not soft-hearted.”

“Then don’t mention him; it’s depressing,” Lin Xiaoguai despised Luo Aidang from the bottom of her heart, “and you need to be careful.

He’s as sneaky as a snake; who knows if he’ll come back to con your family again.”

“I’ll be careful,” Jiang Xiaomei replied, a little downcast.

Lin Xiaoguai wasn’t concerned; if Jiang Xiaomei could actually be decisive, then she wouldn’t be the Jiang Xiaomei she knew.

However, Jiang Xiaomei had one good trait: she was obedient—listening to Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang, and to her.

“Where are your textbooks?” Lin Xiaoguai asked, noticing her empty hands.

“I forgot.

Remembered halfway here and didn’t go back to get them.

Let’s go over it tomorrow,” Jiang Xiaomei chuckled sheepishly.

Lin Xiaoguai had a resigned smile and reminded, “Then you can’t forget tomorrow.”

“Definitely, definitely.”