Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

With trembling hands, Shen Ziche opened his mother's diary. The first entry was about his father.

"The 23rd day of the sixth month of the year of Gui Si"

Today, I met a man named Yu Ling. He is different from ordinary men. He is so resilient and unwilling to admit defeat. He has carved out his own niche in this world of women.

I admit I was attracted to him; he's charming, confident, and optimistic.

So I decided to propose to him.

However, the matchmaker told me that he used to be mentally challenged and had only recently become normal. She said he was mentally unstable and advised me not to marry him.

So I gave up.

Shen Ziche paused. A mentally challenged child? His mother had never told them about his father, and they didn't know that their father had been a mentally challenged child.

He then turned the page, and the next page led directly to the 24th day of the eighth month of the year Gui Si.

"Two months later, I met him again, and I recognized him at a glance in the crowd."

He always stood tall and refused to bow to anyone.

I stared at him silently, lost in thought. My suppressed emotions finally burst forth and grew wildly: I wanted to marry him.

He kept flipping through the logbook and finally saw the truth on the 16th day of the fourth month of the Jiawu year.

"Today, Ling'er is pregnant. I should be happy, but Ling'er confessed to me that he is not the real Yu Ling. He comes from another world and doesn't know why he came here or when he will go back."

Hearing that he might leave me, panic replaced my initial excitement, and I didn't know how to respond.

I know he's worried that if something happens to him, I'll abandon the children and go with him.

All I could do was comfort him; I couldn't make any promises. I really wasn't sure if I could go on without him.

Shen Ziche looked at this scene, his eyes stinging, and tears seemed about to spill over.

My father came from another world. Was Mo'er also from another world...?

The eighth day of the second month of the year Yiwei

When Shen Ziche saw this, he couldn't help but shed tears. This was his and A-Cen's birthday, and also the day their father left them.

The pen in this entry is trembling violently, indicating that the writer is extremely grief-stricken. Moreover, some of the writing is blurred, likely due to being soaked with tears.

"That day, Ling'er still left us and went away. I don't know if he returned to his world."

The moment I learned of his passing, I truly wanted to follow him, but the two infants in his arms were the result of Ling'er's life.

If I leave too, Ling'er, will you resent me?

Shen Ziche didn't read any further. He knew that his mother had deep feelings for his father, but he didn't know that in those years, she had also thought about following her father in death.

In my memory, my mother never made any demands on them, and she never scolded Ah Cen for his mischief outside, probably because of my father.

Shen Ziche was still immersed in grief when he heard A-Cen's shouts coming from outside the study.

"Brother, what were you doing here last night?"

His voice grew closer, and Shen Ziche quickly put away his mother's diary.

He knew that although Ah Cen seemed carefree, he was actually the most sensitive. If Ah Cen knew about his mother's diary, he would probably hide under the covers and cry for at least half a month.

He remembered that when his mother passed away, he was afraid that A-Cen would be sad, so he stayed with her every day. But during the day he pretended that nothing was wrong, and at night he would hide under the covers and secretly shed tears.

If he hadn't worried about him in the middle of the night and gone to his room to find tears still on his face, he wouldn't have known that Ah Cen had hidden his sadness so deeply.

Shen Zicen pushed open the door and saw her brother still calculating with an abacus. She quickly pressed down on Shen Ziche's hand that was fiddling with the abacus.

"Brother, what's the point of settling scores now? Look at you, your eyes are bloodshot from staying up all night."

Shen Zicen was somewhat dissatisfied. He was worried that his brother's body couldn't withstand it, but thanks to Shen Ziche's excellent disguise, he didn't realize that he had cried.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Shen Ziche's voice became a little hoarse. He patted A-Cen's hand and told him that he was fine.

"Even in this state, you're still okay? You can stay home and rest today. I'll go to the money exchange for you."

Shen Zicen took the initiative to take on his brother's task. For years, his brother had been managing the business affairs, while he was in charge of running the escort agency.

"And your security escort agency?"

Shen Ziche asked, still worried.

"It's okay, they'll train as usual even when I'm not there."

As he spoke, he called Shen Shi over and asked him to help his brother back to his room to rest.

As dawn broke, Li Mo'er got up and began her morning reading.

That's right, it's morning reading.

Even in a different world, you can skip early morning study sessions, but you can't skip 8 a.m.

Li Mo'er read through the part she remembered from yesterday, then went to cook noodles. Now that Su Yanli's hand was burned, she didn't dare let him cook.

In the kitchen, she stared at the meat she had bought yesterday, feeling troubled. She didn't know how to prepare it or how to cook it.

She hadn't processed the salt she bought yet; it still had a bitter taste.

It seems we can only go to the back mountain tomorrow. Today, let her study how to purify this salt.

She dissolved all the salt in the water, filtered it first, then added the wood ash she had specially set aside when making breakfast, and stirred it all together in a bowl.

After filtering again, the brine was found to be completely cloudy.

She could only find a bamboo tube and put unburnt charcoal, coarse sand, and fine sand into it in turn.

Each layer is separated by a cloth, and then it is hung above the bowl. The filtered salt water is dripped directly into the bowl for evaporation.

Li Mo'er moved a stool, squatted down next to the device, and waited for the filtration to finish while looking at the herbal medicine book.

As soon as the first drop of salt water fell into the bowl, she couldn't wait to dip her chopsticks in it and put it in her mouth to taste.

(Friendly reminder: Laboratory chemicals must not be put in your mouth!!!)

Li Mo'er slowly savored it; it still had a slightly bitter taste, but it was much milder than yesterday's.

She waited quietly until the entire bowl was dripped, then set it aside.

There must be some easy way, she thought of none, but now she needed to go to Li Lin's house.

So, carrying the meat she had bought and carefully holding the bowl of salt water, she slowly walked to Li Lin's door.

"Er Gouzi, open the door!"

When they were still four or five steps from the door, Li Mo'er started calling out.

Upon hearing her voice, Li Lin immediately put down his chopsticks and opened the door for her.

In Li Lin's eyes, she is now like a god of wealth.

"Sister Mo'er, have you had breakfast yet? My dad made sweet potato porridge today, it smells so good, and he put in lots of rice!"

Li Lin didn't ask her why she came; he was just worried that she hadn't eaten breakfast.

If it weren't for her sister Mo'er, she wouldn't even be able to eat this porridge.

"I've already eaten. Where are Uncle and Aunt?"

Li Mo'er came with a purpose; she came here to find Li Lin's parents.

"Inside the house."

Li Lin took the basket from her back and led her into the courtyard. "Father, Mother, Sister Mo'er is here."

As soon as Li Mo'er opened her mouth, Li Tianming recognized her voice and quickly brought out a stool from the house, intending to have breakfast with her.

Li Mo'er was a little reserved when meeting her elders for the first time. She stood to the side with her bowl in hand and shyly greeted them, "Uncle, Aunt."

"I'd like to ask you for a favor."