CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: YOU’RE MY WIFE, SO WHY CAN’T I EVEN BE JEALOUS...?

At this moment, Pei Shu’er was unaware of Aunt Lin’s deep resentment; she was in the boar pen, taking care of the two pairs of wild boars.

Because wild boars have a strong sense of territory, if two pairs are kept together, they would surely fight.

Therefore, to raise these two pairs, two large pits were dug separately to keep them apart during feeding.

The food provided was specially prepared by Pei Shu’er, and others found the boar feed so aromatic they couldn’t help but swallow.

They all felt fortunate that they were the ones who saw this boar feed, as they were accustomed to gourmet food.

If outsiders had seen the boar feed, the boars wouldn’t have had a chance to eat it before it was devoured by people.

Such fortune indeed.

Feeding is important, but breeding is equally crucial; well-fed boars are more productive.

After all, spring has arrived.

It’s the season when everything awakens, including animals and their instincts.

The air is filled with hormones from the opposite sex.

The two pairs of wild boars soon stirred, causing the female boars to emit piercing cries.

This turned out to be a great outcome; shortly thereafter, both female boars became pregnant.

This brought immense joy to the third household, and when the second and fourth households heard the happy news, they came over to celebrate with a meal.

Pregnant wild boars are a priority for protection.

To safeguard the two female boars, Pei Shu’er had more pits dug to keep the two male boars separately confined.

Yes, their role was solely that.

Pei Shu’er walked back with a smile, only to hear the sound of something heavy falling behind her.

She turned to see Lin Yu lying on the ground.

His cheeks were somewhat flushed, forehead covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were firmly shut.

She quickly went over to check and found Lin Yu was burning with fever.

A fever meant there was inflammation in his body.

She frowned, remembering Lin Yu’s injured leg.

She lifted his pant leg and saw the wound had festered, with the wrapping fabric soaked in thick red and yellow pus.

She frowned and looked at Lin Hong, "Why didn’t you come to me for a check-up?"

Her tone was somewhat harsh, and Lin Hong’s lips were equally pale, finally dropping to one knee.

"Sorry, miss, we just didn’t want to bother you again, only sought to exert our last effort for you."

Pei Shu’er’s eyes showed unrestrained anger.

"What do you mean by your last effort? Have you found someone new?"

Lin Hong’s eyes turned red, tears finally streaming down.

"Miss, we know you’re kind, but my brother and I are already crippled. We can’t drag you down anymore. We just thought, when we can’t endure, we’d quietly leave."

Saying this, Lin Hong raised his head, eyes full of loyalty.

"Even in death, we wouldn’t do so in front of you, miss, causing you worry."

Pei Shu’er’s heart was profoundly touched.

In this modern world where everyone is for themselves, where would one find such loyal servants?

Pei Shu’er secretly resolved, no matter the cost, to restore these two brothers as normal men, leaving no lingering effects.

"Don’t utter such nonsense again. Since you’ve decided to follow me, I will be responsible for you."

She finished speaking and noticed Tang Zan looking over with a cold stare and realizing her words had some ambiguity.

But she didn’t plan to explain anything; there wasn’t much to explain with her flimsy marriage to Tang Zan anyway.

She said, "Quickly take your brother to the medical room, I’ll treat him."

The medical room was located in the central-right position of the courtyard, where there was a solitary building storing collected herbs and various surgical tools.

Pei Shu’er looked at Lin Hong.

"Help me open up your brother’s wound."

Saying this, Pei Shu’er took out a scalpel from her pouch.

She had explained to everyone about this knife, claiming it was bought from overseas merchants at the market.

Otherwise, without a scalpel, her surgical precision would be greatly affected.

Pei Shu’er inserted a silver needle into Lin Hong’s acupoints to numb the pain and stop the bleeding.

Lin Yu seemed unaware, as Pei Shu’er cut open the wound with the scalpel.

Lin Hong held open Lin Yu’s wound with two boards beside him.

Only then did he see that the veins in his brother’s calf, damaged by a boar strike, had already atrophied.

The blood had stopped flowing, now festering and swelling considerably.

Such injuries were not considered serious, belonging to minor cases among those treated by Pei Shu’er.

The only bad part was a small tusk left inside the leg, causing all this.

Pei Shu’er promptly removed the tusk and cleansed the wound, then applied medication before suturing.

Even the atrophied veins were sutured by her meticulously.

Her stitching was so precise, it didn’t look like a wound but resembled a work of art.

Completing the operation took mere ten minutes.

Lin Hong was already drained of sweat, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he collapsed.

Pei Shu’er: "..."

These two brothers surely were exceptional, enduring until this point.

Lin Hong’s injuries were lighter, due also to infection, but his constitution wasn’t as strong as Lin Yu’s, hence the outcome.

She handled Lin Hong’s injuries alone, then drank some Spiritual Spring Water and lifted Lin Hong horizontally.

Just as she lifted him, she saw Tang Zan standing at the door.

Tang Zan’s gaze was icy, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

As if she had put a cuckold on him.

Before Pei Shu’er could speak, Tang Zan grabbed Lin Hong’s collar, tossed him onto the sickbed in a way that spared the injuries.

Tang Zan sneered coldly, "Pei Shu’er, you are truly kind-hearted."

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow, "They regard me as their master, so naturally I should act this way."

Tang Zan responded, "But I’ve been a master for so many years and have never heard of a master needing to carry their subordinates!"

Pei Shu’er’s eyebrows knitted; looking at Tang Zan’s expression that wasn’t an eye nor a nose, she suddenly found it amusing.

"Are you jealous?"

She couldn’t help laughing at herself after saying that; how naïve she was.

Tang Zan doesn’t possess any tender feelings.

Seeing Pei Shu’er’s carefree manner and hearing such absurd words, Tang Zan was like a tiger whose tail was stepped on.

His voice raised a pitch.

"Jealous? Pei Shu’er, you’re dreaming; how could I be jealous?"

After speaking, Tang Zan realized his awkwardness.

He suddenly approached Pei Shu’er with a cold smile.

"Since you say I’m jealous, then tell me, why should I be jealous?"

This demeanor was softer than before, yet Pei Shu’er felt he was again wearing a mask.

At the moment, he was harder to deal with than before.

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow, "How would I know?"

Tang Zan retorted coldly, "No, you know, because you’re guilty; you’re my wife, publicly married with all the formal rites, our union witnessed by our ancestors."

"However, you have no sense of distance with other men; as your husband, am I not even allowed to..." feel jealous?

Before finishing, Tang Zan suddenly paused, swallowing the rest of the words.

Only now did he realize he was indeed jealous.

Yet how could he be jealous of Pei Shu’er?

Their start had been so unpleasant.

Moreover, always standing between them was a barrier...

The insurmountable Third Prince.