The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era-Chapter 69 - Pei the Bulldog Fiercely Protects His Wife
Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Pei the Bulldog Fiercely Protects His Wife
Chapter 69 -69: Pei the Bulldog Fiercely Protects His Wife
Shen Baolan, with her big pregnant belly, brazenly blocked the path of the motorcycle, startling Pei Yang considerably.
An emergency brake later, Shen Mingzhu, on the back seat, with the force of inertia, smashed her face hard against Pei Yang’s sturdy back, almost bringing tears to her eyes.
Pei Yang turned to look at her, his expression full of concern, “Where did you hit?”
Shen Mingzhu covered her nose, the sharp pain rendering her momentarily speechless.
Pei Yang parked the motorcycle and got off to look carefully at her nose ridge.
“Let me see.”
Shen Mingzhu let go of her hands, revealing her little red nose, looking at Pei Yang with tearful eyes, her voice thick with nasal sounds.
“Is my nose going to be crooked now?”
Pei Yang, with one hand supporting the back of her head, gently pinched her nasal bone with the fingers of his other hand and breathed a sigh of relief, “Good, the bone isn’t broken.
I’ll apply some pain-relief ointment when we get back.”
“Hmm.”
While they were talking, the “culprit” Shen Baolan, belly bulging, swaggered over with a smug look that just begged for a spanking.
“Mingzhu, look at you, such a big person and can’t even sit steady on a motorcycle.
It’s lucky Ziheng didn’t come with you today, or who knows how badly he might have been hurt.”
Shen Mingzhu rarely got angry, but Shen Baolan had truly irritated her that day.
Her eyes blazing, she glared at Shen Baolan, “Just be thankful you’re pregnant, otherwise I’d beat you till your teeth scatter on the ground!”
Shen Baolan scoffed, “Oh, oh, I’m so scared of you.
We’ve fought more than once or twice since we were kids, and when have you ever beaten me?”
Pei Yang, who had been concerned about Shen Mingzhu’s nose, turned his head at this remark.
Tall and robust, with deep-set eyes and a square jaw, his battle-hardened, stern aura dissipated when he wasn’t smiling, and his gaze became sharp and intimidating.
Shen Baolan felt guilty under his stare, “Pei Yang, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Shuhuan’s wife, got tired of living, have you?
If I hadn’t been able to brake in time today, would you have been ready to throw away your life just like that?
I don’t care if you seek death, but don’t come faking an accident on me.
Because I respect Shuhuan, I’ll let this go.
I don’t have any bullshit principle about not hitting women; bully my wife, and I don’t care if it’s the Heavenly King—I’ll still beat you up.
You don’t believe me?
Go ask Shuhuan how many beatings he got from me when he was a kid.”
Compared to Pei Wenping, Pei Yang’s domineering protectiveness was only more intense, never less.
Shen Baolan turned pale with fright, clutching her belly as she stumbled several steps backward, scared that Pei Yang would actually hit her in anger.
Her frame couldn’t withstand Pei Yang’s fists, heavy as a casserole.
Although the weather wasn’t as good as the day before, the yard was still bustling with elderly people bundled in heavy cotton coats, sitting around, chatting, and drinking tea to pass the time.
Sensing the commotion here, a crowd soon gathered around.
Seeing everyone crowd around, Shen Baolan immediately put on an aggrieved face, “I’m pregnant and waited here just to bring vegetables to you two, and instead of a single kind word, I get cursed at.
It’s hard to be a good person these days!”
Hearing her say this, Shen Mingzhu only then noticed several round white radishes and half a pumpkin placed by the flowerbed.
The others, lacking the full story, began to speak.
“Pei Yang, Shuhuan’s wife has been waiting here for you two for almost half an hour.”
“Yeah, with the cold freeze, she’s really made an effort.”
In front of the older generation, Pei Yang wasn’t in a position to be too harsh with Shen Baolan, since she was his brother’s wife, so he made some polite remarks to Shen Baolan.
Seizing the chance, Shen Baolan suggested going to the Pei Family’s house for a sit and wanted to chat with Shen Mingzhu.
Shen Mingzhu coldly refused, “It’s inconvenient.
I’m going to grab something from home and then I’ve got to go right away.
I’ve got nothing to chat about with you.”
Shen Baolan pouted, “What are you rushing off for?”
“You live by the sea or what, poking your nose into everything?”
Shen Baolan turned to Pei Yang right away, “Pei Yang, deal with her.
Her words are loaded, like she’s eaten gunpowder.”
Pei Yang glanced at his own wife, whose nose was not as red as before but still a bit pink, which made her look even more adorable.
“I like my wife no matter what, so you don’t need to worry about her,” Pei Yang said.
Shen Baolan was left speechless.
The onlookers laughed and egged him on, praising Pei Yang for being good to his wife.
Pei Yang wasn’t embarrassed at all, saying that since he had finally married his wife, he naturally had to cherish and spoil her, which elicited another round of laughter from everyone.
Everyone was laughing, but Shen Baolan alone felt as though a bottle of mixed emotions had been overturned in her heart.
If she had chosen Pei Yang back then, surely he would have protected her just as he did Shen Mingzhu.
However, this thought was fleeting, as what Shen Baolan was most concerned about now was when Pei Yang, having returned this time, would leave again.
Therefore, even though Shen Mingzhu hadn’t been pleasant to her, she still thickened her skin and followed the couple.
“Pei Yang, when do you plan to leave now that you’re back on holiday?” she asked.
Pei Yang found Shen Baolan annoying and wanted to send her on her way quickly, so he replied to her question.
“Early April.”
Shen Baolan was so shocked she couldn’t walk properly.
“What did you say?
You’re not leaving until April?!”
Seeing Shen Baolan’s shock as if she had heard something utterly unbelievable, Pei Yang just felt it was nonsensical.
Could Zhou Shuhuan’s wife be a little bit off?
What did it matter to her when he left?
She acted like they were close, but she was both a nuisance and gawkish.
It was annoying.
With that thought, Pei Yang coldly urged her to leave.
“Shuhuan’s wife, it’s cold and the roads are slippery, you better hurry on home.”
However, Shen Baolan’s head was buzzing and she couldn’t hear a word Pei Yang was saying.
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If Pei Yang was going to stay until April before leaving, wouldn’t that mean he wouldn’t die?
Didn’t that mean her dream was false?
And Zhou Shuhuan wouldn’t become a multimillionaire?
Then the marriage she had painstakingly schemed to snatch would have been all for naught?
Shen Baolan felt the world spinning, as if the sky had collapsed!
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Taking advantage of Shen Baolan’s daze, Pei Yang quickly gestured to Shen Mingzhu to leave.
After they’d walked some distance, Shen Mingzhu couldn’t help but look back and saw that Shen Baolan was still standing there, motionless like a statue, a sight so strange it left her at a loss.
Why was Shen Baolan so concerned about when Pei Yang would leave, and why did she react as if struck by lightning upon learning that Pei Yang would leave in April?
Shen Mingzhu was deep in thought when she suddenly felt her elbow being squeezed.
“What are you thinking about?
Not watching your step could end with you breaking an arm or a leg.”
Shen Mingzhu came back to her senses and glanced at the stone steps beneath her feet, pushing the clutter of thoughts to the back of her mind.
When she got home, Pei Yang immediately wanted to find ointment for her to apply to her nose.
Shen Mingzhu touched her nose, feeling it was fine and didn’t want to apply the ointment, worried it would look bad.
Pei Yang didn’t insist.
Then she went into the bedroom to open the safe, taking out some tickets and a savings book.
After Pei Yang took them, he sifted through the tickets and took out five Industrial Product Purchase Coupons, grabbed a few others, then opened the savings book.
Seeing the balance on the book, he frowned slightly.
“What’s up with this savings book?”
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