[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"Jiaojiao, take care of me~"

After applying the medicine, Han Heming untied the acupuncture points on Song Yanzhi's body. He curled up beside Song Yanzhi like a puppy, coaxing her gently.

"Jiaojiao, where did I go wrong? Can you tell me?"

He put his head close to Song Yanzhi's ear, but Song Yanzhi moved closer and ignored him.

Song Yanzhi's eyes were red and she was crying silently. For some reason, she became extremely tearful in front of Han Heming. She hadn't shed a single tear all day long.

"Jiaojiao~"

Song Yanzhi's body stiffened. What was that bastard Han Heming doing?

"Han~He~Ming~"

Song Yanzhi's voice with a strong nasal tone sounded.

"Hey, wife, I'm here."

Han Heming released the earring that he was holding in his mouth and responded with a happy smile.

"Get out!"

Song Yanzhi pointed outside the door, her fingers trembling slightly, angry.

"Jiaojiao, you are injured, I want to take care of you."

"If you don't get out right now, right now, I promise you can find another mother for your children."

Song Yanzhi's voice was cold, as if she had made some kind of decision.

Han Heming knew that Song Yanzhi was really angry, so he immediately sat up from the bed, got out and walked outside.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll go out right now."

Han Heming walked out of the room and instantly put away the playful smile he had shown in front of Song Yanzhi, and walked towards his sons' yard.

Song Yanzhi calmed down only after seeing Han Heming leave.

My back hurt so much that I could only sleep by lying on the bed.

In Lishu Village, ten miles away from Lizao Village, the landlord Wang Furen was lingering in front of his son's door.

Today, his son went to the market, fell off his horse, and hit his head. He was brought back by his followers. His son has not woken up yet, which really makes him very worried.

In his life, he had more money than he could spend, but he had few children. This son was his only child, born to his 67th concubine when he was 48 years old.

If their son doesn't wake up, the Wang family will be cut off.

"Master, the doctor is out."

The steward who followed Landlord Wang reminded him.

"Doctor Liu, how is my son?"

The doctor went into his son's room and spent three whole hours there. He only saw maids coming in and out, handing things over and taking things, but he didn't see the doctor come out. He was so anxious.

"The young master has a head injury, but don't worry, Master Wang. I have already stopped the bleeding, and the young master is fine. Once he wakes up, he will be fine after three or five months of careful care."

Doctor Liu stroked his beard, looking confident.

"Thank you, Doctor Liu. Butler, please take Doctor Liu down to rest."

After giving the order, Landlord Wang turned and went into his son's room. Seeing his usually lively son with his head wrapped in fine cotton cloth, he felt so distressed that he burst into tears.

"Master, we've found out. The horse the young master was riding was hit and its leg was lame, which is why the young master fell off the horse."

A man who looked like a guard stood beside Landlord Wang and reported in a low voice.

"Can you find out who did this to my son?"

Landlord Wang was extremely angry. How dare anyone touch his son?

"There were too many people to find out, but when I was crossing the road, two women with children blocked my way. My horse stopped for a moment, and then they had the opportunity to take advantage of me."

He didn't want to drag these two women and children into the crime, but if he didn't drag others into the crime and couldn't find any information, he would be the one who would be in trouble.

"Oh, the two women and children have been found."

Landlord Wang had a sinister look on his face. No matter whether the woman or the child blocked his son's way, she deserved to die.

"I found out. They're from Lizao Village."

The people who gathered were all from nearby villages. After some investigation, he quickly found out who they were.

"Okay, okay, tomorrow I will personally bring people to ask the man in his family how he disciplines women and children."

When Han Heming came out of Ajiu's room, it was already dark and the stars were sparse. He looked up at the sky. There were dark clouds in the sky, covering the crescent moon in the sky.

It's going to rain.

When he opened Song Yanzhi's door, Song Yanzhi was already asleep. Perhaps the wound on her back was too painful, and her brows were slightly frowned. Han Heming stretched out his fingers, trying to smooth Song Yanzhi's brows, but he couldn't smooth them away after several attempts.

He blew out the light and lay down beside her in his clothes.

It really rained at night, and Song Yanzhi felt very cold.

Han Heming hadn't fallen asleep yet. He felt Song Yanzhi leaning towards him. He brushed the wound with a thin blanket, covered her with it, and held her in his arms. Only then did she fall asleep again.

When he woke up in the morning, the rain had not stopped yet. Han Heming wanted to get up, but the woman in his arms, who was like a cat, held him tightly. He smiled helplessly and kissed her on the forehead.

"Dad, Mom, there's a group of people trying to break down our door."

Erwa's crying sounded outside the door, waking up Song Yanzhi. Song Yanzhi didn't bother to ask why Han Heming was in her room. When she heard Erwa's words, she got up and got dressed.

"You're injured. Rest in bed for a while. I'll go see what's going on."

Han Heming grabbed Song Yanzhi who was about to get up, covered her with the quilt again, and then walked out the door.

Song Yanzhi couldn't sleep peacefully because Erwa just said that someone was knocking on their door.

After they arrived at Lizao Village, they would not interact with the villagers unless it was necessary. If she knew who was going to break down her door, she would get up and go see.

It was raining heavily outside. When Han Heming walked to the front yard, he saw several children there.

"You guys go back to your rooms, Daddy will take care of it."

At this time, outside the gate, Landlord Wang was sitting in a sedan chair, directing the servants he brought with him.

"Smash it, smash it for the master."

When the servants raised their sticks to knock on the door again, the gate opened.

"I wonder who you are? You're knocking on my Han family's door so early in the morning."

Han Heming opened the gate and glanced coldly at the people in front of him.

"I'm Wang Furen from Lishu Village. Yesterday, my son was riding a horse on the street. Your women and children blocked his way, causing him to fall off the horse. He's still unconscious. I owe you an explanation."

Wang Furen looked down at Han Heming with disdain on his face. He heard that this family had just moved to Lizao Village and had bought the yard from the landlord Wang.

It seems that he has some money, but he is just a foreigner. If he bullies them, they must have no way to complain.

When Han Heming heard that they were the family whose horse was frightened yesterday, a dark light appeared in his eyes. It was his son who injured his wife, and he hadn't even gone to their house yet, but they came first.

You came just in time. Now that he's here, let him vent his anger for his wife first.

"Your son injured my wife? I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you're here. Tell me, do you want to apologize or what?"