The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

However, as long as he could bring some suffering to Song Xiaoniang and give him a chance to win back, why wouldn't he do it? Recalling the past, during those long and tormenting days and nights, Song Xiaoniang was like a haze hanging over him, making him unable to rest.

His wife at home needed rest during her pregnancy, but he couldn't even provide the most basic care. He had to spend the whole day around this "living Buddha" who seemed gentle but was actually harsh, and had to endure the pain of her cold words.

Now, the moment for revenge has finally arrived, and he naturally has to step forward and act as the pioneer!

Li Huaixin followed the topic and agreed in an exaggerated tone: "Yes, yes, yes, it is indeed my fault for not thinking carefully and misunderstanding Doctor Su's good intentions. I will go and make another bowl of it carefully. I must not let my fault delay Miss Song's treatment."

Seeing that he understood the intention so quickly, Su Yu nodded with satisfaction and secretly admired in his heart: What a master!

What? You want another bowl?

Song Xiaoniang's heart suddenly felt like it was falling into an ice cellar. Her intuition told her that there was something fishy going on, but she couldn't find any flaws. She only felt an inexplicable chill crawling up her spine.

After all, she didn't dare to joke with her own life, no matter what kind of malice was hidden behind the joke.

Madam Young Master, who was standing by, took great pains and took several deep breaths before she managed to calm herself down. However, the irrepressible smile on her lips revealed the joy in her heart.

Soon, Doctor Zhu returned to the room with the bowl of medicine.

Su Yu glanced at the bowl in his hand and his eyes widened involuntarily. He saw that the bowl was a whole circle larger than the previous one, and the soup was much richer, obviously it had undergone special "processing".

She laughed secretly in her heart: This guy, it seems that he is still full of anger.

That's good. Being lenient towards those who do evil is never a good idea.

Li Huaixin handed the medicine bowl to Song Xiaoniang with great respect, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Song Xiaoniang, the medicine is ready. Please take it as soon as possible and don't spit it out. If your condition worsens, it will be troublesome."

Song Xiaoniang took the bowl half-believingly, frowned, and reluctantly took a sip. Then her face changed and she started to retch again.

"Why do I feel this medicine is harder to swallow?"

Li Huaixin smiled and explained casually: "Oh, this is just your psychological effect. At first, you didn't know the taste, so you naturally didn't feel it. After knowing it, you felt repulsive and found it difficult to eat!"

Su Yu smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth, and admired Li Huaixin's deceiving skills in her heart. She thought: This guy is really good at deceiving people, and he is on par with me.

Song Xiaoniang pondered over these words. Although she was unwilling, she had no choice but to swallow any great pain for the sake of her own safety.

However, this bowl of Chinese medicine seemed like a bottomless pit that could never be filled. Even though she endured the discomfort and swallowed several big gulps, the amount of medicine in the bowl did not decrease.

Li Huaixin, who was standing by, chuckled to himself, thinking: How can the medicine not be unpalatable? At first, I strictly followed Su Yu's prescription, but now I know that she has ulterior motives. If I don't take this opportunity to increase the dosage, when will I? This little "revenge" can be regarded as a belated justice.

Finally, after countless seemingly endless retching and pauses, the black, sticky, ominous-smelling liquid in the bowl in Song Xiaoniang's hand slowly and laboriously revealed the blue and white pattern on the bottom of the bowl, as if it was a ray of light after a long dark night.

Master Lin's brows were tightly locked from beginning to end, and his sharp eyes stared at the scene through the thin mist. Every time Song Xiaoniang reacted in pain, his heart was filled with turmoil.

The smell and color of the medicine made Master Lin think of some unspeakable bitterness and filthiness, so much so that he secretly swore in his heart that he would never be able to bear to look at the red lips that once fascinated him again.

Su Yu stood aside, the fire of revenge burning in her heart, and the light of revenge flashing in her cold eyes.

For her, letting Song Xiaoniang endure this double torture of body and mind was just a small section in her carefully planned revenge.

Not only did she desire to see the other person suffer physical discomfort, she also enjoyed the mental torture - making Song Xiaoniang, knowing how bitter and disgusting it was, have to succumb to power, suppress all instinctive rejection, and drink the bitter water again and again.

Su Yu hoped that this kind of torture would turn into a shadow that would never disappear, lingering in Song Xiaoniang's heart, making her unable to sleep at night and lose her appetite, and become a lifelong nightmare and shackle.

This was not just a simple lesson, but also a warning - in this intricate mansion, although Su Yu had no intention of getting involved in these dirty affairs and only wanted to cure the patient as soon as possible and leave with the deserved reward, since Song Xiaoniang insisted on dragging her into this muddy water and even tried to pin the blame on her, Su Yu would not show mercy.

Song Xiaoniang had just swallowed the last mouthful of the medicine and impatiently placed the bowl heavily on the table. She then turned to the cowering maid beside her and shouted with all her strength, "What are you still standing there for! Bring me some clean water to rinse my mouth. Are you an unconscious puppet?"

The arrogance and conceit in his tone were still evident even when he was kneeling slightly.

Master Lin watched the scene in front of him. Song Xiaoniang's distorted face and sarcastic words were like a strange mirror, reflecting the dark corners of his heart that had never been touched.

The confusion and shock in his heart were beyond words - the girl he had doted on for two years.

How could a woman who was once thought to be gentle and good at joking and entertaining people become so hideous in the blink of an eye?

Although she was somewhat spoiled and willful in the past, her straightforwardness and the occasional surprises she brought always made Master Lin feel novel and happy, which led to a bit of excessive doting and forgiveness.

However, at this moment, looking at the glaring yellow-brown stains on the corners of Song Xiaoniang's mouth, coupled with the ferocious face she showed to the servants, Master Lin suddenly found that the feelings deep in his heart had quietly cooled, and were replaced by a subtle disgust and aversion.

At this time, Madam Young Master suddenly uttered a sarcastic sigh: "Oh, look at how Miss Song is, so majestic and impressive! If outsiders saw you, they would probably think you are the real master of the Lin Mansion!"

The words were full of sarcasm and disdain.

Song Xiaoniang, relying on Master Lin's favor, didn't care about Master's wife's ridicule at all, and sneered in her heart: "Anyway, the master loves me the most, what's the big deal about the empty title of a mistress? It's just a title that is hung on the lips."