Transmigrated Leftover Woman in Rural Style

After Li's father went to the main room, Li Xiaonuan started a fire to cook lunch. From the main room, Chen's exaggerated laughter and the old lady's stern scolding could be heard from time to time. But Li Xiaonuan did not interfere or listen in.

This was the respect and trust that Li's father deserved. She believed that Li's father would consider her feelings and would not accept the old lady's excessive demands. And she wouldn't be there, lest Li's father lose face.

The meal was ready, but Su and Xiaoyang hadn't returned yet. The Li family only had two and a half acres of land, so even with limited manpower, fertilizing wouldn't take much time. Fearing something might have happened, Li Xiaonuan leaned on her cane and went out to check on them.

To get to the fields, one would inevitably have to pass by Aunt Zhou's house and the Zhao family's house. Just as she turned the corner of Aunt Zhou's house, Li Xiaonuan saw three carriages parked in front of the Zhao family's house. Someone was jumping down from one of the carriages and knocking on the door.

Li Xiaonuan found the man somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him before. But she couldn't recall when the original owner of this body had met such a dark-skinned man. Unable to remember, Li Xiaonuan carefully walked around the carriage and headed towards the fields.

The Zhao family's gate swung open with a clang, and the old servant stepped out. Seeing a dark-skinned young man before him, he looked him over carefully and exclaimed excitedly, "Young Master, is that you back?"

Hearing Uncle Lin call out, Li Xiaonuan subconsciously turned around and glanced back, thinking: Is that Zhao Wangchuan? Oh, I see. No wonder he looked familiar. It's good that he's back. Now that he's back, the original owner's attachment to Aunt Zhao is gone.

A pang of sadness flashed through her heart, mixed with a sense of relief. Li Xiaonuan knew that it was the original owner's will. In fact, Li Xiaonuan had always been more or less influenced by the original owner's mind. It must be the original owner's lingering consciousness within her.

Feeling much more relaxed, Li Xiaonuan continued walking forward with a sense of relief. Over there, the old servant, having finished rekindling his old flame with his young master, caught a glimpse of Li Xiaonuan's slowly departing figure and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Following the old servant's gaze, Zhao Wangchuan saw the back of a woman struggling to walk with a cane. He asked in confusion, "Sir, do you recognize that girl?"

The old servant sighed again and said, "That's Xiao Nuan from the Li family. Let's not talk about her for now. You should go in quickly; Madam has been waiting for you for several days."

Zhao Wangchuan was shocked by Li Xiaonuan's current state. He wanted to ask her what she had been through, but thinking of his mother whom he hadn't seen for several years, he held back. He was already quite nervous when he entered the village, feeling both fear and joy at the thought of his mother.

Seven years. He had left his mother for seven years. His mother must be angry with him. He hadn't expected his departure to last so long; he was the one who had wronged his mother. Now that he was back, he would accept his mother's punishment. Hearing that his mother was well, he felt deeply comforted.

The old servant led the way, calling out, "Madam, the young master is back. Madam, it's the young master, it really is the young master who's back."

Inside the house, Wei Lu, still grieving, faintly heard a cry. "Young Master, who is it? Is it her son? Son, Wang'er, has her Wang'er returned?" Unable to contain her excitement, Wei Lu quickly got up and ran outside.

When her hand touched the doorknob, Wei Lu paused. She was afraid—afraid that if she opened the door and went out, the person she longed for wouldn't be Wang'er. She was afraid something might happen, afraid the consequences would be beyond her control.

Just as she was hesitating whether to open the door, it was pulled open from the outside. The old woman, Aunt Lin, said excitedly in a trembling voice, "Madam, please go out and see! It's the young master who's back. It really is the young master; he looks exactly the same as when he left, not much has changed."

When she left, Wang'er was only thirteen years old. Now, seven years have passed; how could he not have changed? Confirming that it was indeed Wang'er who had returned, Wei Lu suddenly calmed down. Although she also desperately wanted to see her son, she forced herself to suppress her desire and maintained the demeanor of a strict mother.

"Really? So you know to come back. Aunt Lin, I'm tired and need to take a nap. Don't let anyone bother me."

After saying that, Wei Lu turned and walked into the inner room. She was no longer in a hurry, no longer worried. But she was heartbroken, angry, and felt extremely wronged. Seven years' worth of pent-up emotions exploded all at once, plunging her into boundless darkness.

"Madam, Madam, what's wrong? Someone come quick! Someone's come quick! Madam has fainted! Quickly, get a doctor!" Aunt Lin rushed forward to catch Wei Lu as she fell to the ground, shouting anxiously.

The return of a son who had been away from home for many years should have been a joyous occasion. However, with Wei Lu's collapse, the atmosphere in the Zhao family suddenly became heavy. Zhao Wangchuan knelt before Wei Lu's bedside, repeatedly expressing his remorse and apologies, but none of these could awaken his mother lying on the bed.

Seeing this, the old servant called over another cook, Wei Ma, and asked her to settle the carriages and people outside. He then drove the carriage to the city to fetch a doctor.

Li Xiaonuan knew nothing of any of this. She finally reached the edge of her family's field, but couldn't find Su Shi and Li Xiaonuan, so she asked the old woman beside her, "Third Grandmother, do you know where my mother and the others went?"

The old woman straightened up, tossed a handful of grass onto the stem, clapped her hands, and said, "Your mother and the others went to the dry field. They said a rabbit came and ruined a lot of the bean seedlings."

Li Xiaonuan smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, Third Grandma. Third Grandma, it's noon, you should rest too."

The old woman laughed and said, "Oh, Third Grandma pulled up these few weeds and went back. Xiao Nuan, you should go back too. I guess your mother and the others have gone back as well."

Li Xiaonuan agreed and slowly walked back, leaning on her cane. Knowing that Su and the others were alright, she felt relieved. But thinking of her grandmother and the troublemaker Chen, who were still at home, she felt a little worried about her father being alone.

As Li Xiaonuan passed by the Zhao family's gate, she felt a surge of nervousness. Perhaps it was because, deep down, the original owner of this body truly cared for the boy named Zhao Wangchuan.

When they got home, the Su family had already arrived. Li Xiaoyang was angrily banging mud on his hoe in the yard. Seeing Li Xiaonuan, he asked anxiously, "Sister, where have you been?"

Li Xiaonuan smiled and replied, "I cooked the meal, but when I didn't see you and Mom come back, I went out to look for them."

Xiao Yang said worriedly, "Your legs aren't very strong, so don't walk such long distances. Don't worry, nothing will happen with me here. Sister, please don't take Aunt Wu's words to heart. We don't mind that you're a burden. Xiao Gang and I will definitely not send you away. So, please don't get married just anyone."

Hearing this, Li Xiaonuan was puzzled. Could it be that Chen Shi had said something while she was away? However, Xiao Yang's words still touched her deeply.

"Hey, I don't care what they say. I'm going to marry someone, and it has to be someone I choose myself. Nobody can force me. You too, just treat it like a dog barking and don't take it to heart. Look at you, all furrowed brows, you're almost an old man."