My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

Wen Wan doesn't like socializing, so she stayed in the house throughout the New Year and never went out with people.

Even if she likes socializing, she can't stand all the gossiping relatives asking, "Why is there no sign of pregnancy? Is there something wrong with your body? I have a good remedy that I'll give you someday..."

And so on, a series of questions come one after another like permutations and combinations, and these gossipy relatives cannot be said to be inconsiderate, but they simply do not take your disgust seriously at all.

Even if they rolled their eyes, the good guys would still ask about it. If they said a few words to them, they would not think it was a big deal. Instead, they would say in a sarcastic tone that she has a bad temper and is disrespectful, and then they would give her a lecture on respecting the elders and observing the rules.

Unfortunately, the person who visited was Xie Hu and Feng Yuying. She wanted to chase him away but had no right to do so.

After Wen Wan experienced this once, she refused to show up next door again.

In her previous life, she and Lu Yiming spent the first year after their marriage in the city. Lu Antai and Ji Yunxiang had been in labor reform for so many years, and there were no relatives or friends visiting their home. Occasionally, a few groups of guests came, and Wen Wan was always in the kitchen preparing meals, so there was no chance for others to gossip.

It was not known whether it was Feng Yuying's instruction or whether these relatives of the Xie family were born without a sense of boundaries, but even though Wen Wan had already stayed indoors, these people still came and knocked on her door, asking her to come over and sit down, under the pretext of making an appointment to chat with relatives.

say something!

Is she here to chat?

Wen Wan was very unhappy. Without even opening the door, she lazily shouted toward the window, "Just treat me as dead!"

Instead of going out to meet these people, it is better to stay in the room with a charcoal brazier and read a book and take a nap.

After hearing this, Wen Wan was inevitably lectured by her relatives again.

"It's New Year's Day, why are you talking about death? It's so unlucky."

"That's right, you are so young and don't even know the taboos. Hurry up and curse!"

……

Wen Wan was speechless for a moment, then she stretched her neck and yelled, "I'm going to die, it's none of your business."

"Your aunt's daughter-in-law gave birth to two sons in one go. We finally called her over to teach you about her experience. How can you be so ungrateful?"

"That's right. I've been married for more than half a year and my stomach still hasn't responded. Your mother-in-law is so anxious.

If your mother-in-law hadn't asked us to find a folk remedy for you, who would care about you?"

"That's right, listen to my aunt and open the door."

Wen Wan’s voice had almost dried up after shouting so much and she didn’t want to waste the energy to continue communicating with these people who couldn’t understand her, so she decided to pretend to be dead for a while.

As a result, the longer she pretended to be dead, the longer they kept trying to persuade her with the same words.

What about marrying a wife to carry on the family line, giving birth to a child makes a woman complete, and having a secret recipe to give birth to a son, so don’t worry…

Can we still have a quiet year?

At this moment, Wen Wan deeply regretted not having studied criminal law in her previous life. She didn't know how many years of sentence would be given for pouring a pot of red-hot charcoal on the other person, or whether there were any legal loopholes that could be exploited to teach them a lesson without having to bear criminal responsibility.

Fortunately, Wen Wan had learned that a mentally ill person is not criminally responsible for harmful consequences caused when he or she is unable to recognize or control his or her own behavior.

To put it simply, it is not illegal for a mentally ill person to beat others.

Wen Wan picked up the iron fire tongs and thought that if they were agile enough to dodge it, they would be lucky, but if not, they would be unlucky.

She is willing to pay their medical expenses and teach them not to use the so-called elders to teach them how to be a human being, no matter what the matter is.

She is crazy, and it is not against the law to beat people.

As soon as their hand touched the bolt, they heard Xie Changqing's voice outside, asking them why they were blocking the door.

My aunt-in-law said she came to talk to her.

Xie Changqing said in a somewhat cold voice: "She is not feeling well. She will have a headache if there are too many people around. Aunt, you guys go to the next yard first. I will go over and talk to her later."

Wen Wan knew without even looking that his aunt-in-law had a dark expression on her face. She was probably cursing in her heart. What the hell is there to talk to someone like you who can only say "um!", "no", "no"...

Sure enough, my aunt-in-law's voice became hesitant, "Um...what, we are looking for your wife to talk about some private matters between women. You are a grown man, so I can't talk to you about it."

What I mean is that the issue of having children is primarily a woman's issue, and since it's a woman's issue, naturally you only need to talk to women.

Wen Wan really wanted to give her a pair of iron fire tongs.

Wen Wan didn't do it after all. She just opened the door, glanced at Xie Changqing, and said to her aunt:

"Aunt, what you said is wrong. Having a child is a matter between two people. How can it be said to be a woman's private matter?"

Aunt Rao is already a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, and she still looked a little uncomfortable when she was told so bluntly in front of a man.

Wen Wan, a woman who was not sure what relative she was following behind her, was too embarrassed to lower her head.

Wen Wan looked at Xie Changqing and continued, "My aunt-in-law said that my aunt's daughter-in-law gave birth to two sons in one go, and she wanted to teach us her experience in giving birth to sons.

I'm not feeling well and don't want to go out. You and your aunt can go to the next door courtyard and learn from them!"

When this kind of thing is said in front of a man, women always feel a little disadvantaged. I don't know why only women feel ashamed when it is clearly a matter between two people.

Now, not only the women following behind my aunt-in-law, but also my aunt-in-law was blushing. Not only was her face blushing, but it was also obvious that she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

My aunt pointed at Wen and roared for a long time, and finally said, "You... How can you be so shameless as a woman? You don't know how to be ashamed at all."

He left in a panic with a few people, feeling very disappointed with his work.

Wen Wan remembered that Xie Changqing was called to the village office by the new village chief Ma Houcai, who said that there was a phone call for him.

She guessed it was something about work and thought it would take him a long time to come back, but she didn't expect him to come back so soon.

Even though it took less than an hour, these people blocked her door for forty minutes. You can see how speechless it was.

"I'll go talk to mom later and what happened just now won't happen again," said Xie Changqing.

Wen Wan looked at him, and only then did she realize that even in her previous life, Xie Changqing would never have been a contractor.

It can be seen at a glance that the person leading this matter is Feng Yuying.

To put it bluntly, when beating a dog, you have to look at its owner first.

After all, she is Feng Yuying's daughter-in-law, and Xie Changqing's attitude of asking them to mind their own business is very clear. No matter how gossipy and how noisy they are, they would not dare to block her door without Feng Yuying's support.

Similarly, as long as Feng Yuying didn't bring up these things, they would at most gossip a little, and would not say anything else if they were met with a cold response.

Wen Wan suddenly found his expression outside a little funny, and teased him, "What are you talking about? About your experience of not needing to give birth to a son?"

Xie Changqing gritted his teeth and endured for a moment, then closed the door and inserted the wooden bolt, then walked forward, hugged her slender waist and pushed her behind the door.

"Can you say that again."

"Say it again, then say it again." Wen Wan hooked her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe and bit his lips.

She must have been a demon in her previous life, and she could always easily control him.

Xie Changqing was speechless and wanted to push her away to show his power, but he didn't know whether he was really wanting to refuse but also to accept, or whether the little devil's hand hooked on his neck was too firm, so he didn't push her away.

Her soft lips pressed against his, she held his lips with the tip of her teeth and licked and rubbed them. When he wasn't paying attention, she skillfully pried open the gap between his teeth with the tip of her tongue and slid in, lightly touching his upper palate.

Her feet were a little sore from standing on tiptoe, and Wen Wan couldn't stand still and wanted to let go after a quick taste, but she found that he slowly raised the corner of his lips.

The next second, the person was thrown up, Wen Wan hooked her hands around his neck, and was carried in a bear hug by him, with one hand supporting her hips and the other hand on her waist.

The hand on her waist rubbed the thin skin on the back of her neck, and he put his lips against her forehead and said, "Your feet won't feel sore from kissing like this, keep going!"

His voice was low and mellow, with an alluring allure. Wen Wan's heart trembled, and she did not kiss him as he said. Instead, she closed her eyes, waiting for the restless feeling in her heart to pass.

In the small corner behind the door, two clear breaths slowly became restless, like sparks splashing in a brazier, and the crackling flames burned more and more fiercely.