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

Su Yanli heard a rustling sound outside the wall, very faint, but particularly clear in the quiet environment.

Su Yanli put down her embroidery, picked up a stool, and stood behind the door, her body trembling uncontrollably.

If it were Li Mo'er, she would definitely bang on the door and make him open it. He locked the door because he knew Li Mo'er wouldn't be coming back tonight. So who is the person outside?

Su Yanli couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts. Was it a thief? But everyone in the nearby villages knew that her family was so poor they couldn't even afford to eat.

Could it be that someone has come to collect a debt from Li Mo'er? The more Su Yanli thought about it, the more likely this seemed.

He heard that the person had already climbed over the wall, but he didn't dare to go out. He was just a man; how could he possibly defeat a woman?

Even the weakest woman here is much stronger than the man. Besides, he was worried that something might happen, and that was his only reason for living.

He gripped the stool tightly with both hands, held his breath, and hid behind the door. If that person dared to come in, he would smash him down hard.

Li Mo'er tiptoed to Su Yanli's room and listened intently to what was happening inside.

Fortunately, while she was searching for medicine, she took the opportunity to familiarize herself with the place and learned about the layout of the house.

Huh? Is she really asleep? How come I can't even hear her breathing?

Li Mo'er was puzzled. She didn't know that Su Yanli was standing behind the door holding a stool, staring intently at her shadow on the ground.

Li Mo'er was afraid that going in would disturb Su Yanli's rest, but she was also afraid that if she didn't go in, his injuries would hurt a lot and he probably wouldn't be able to sleep well either.

The key point is that she's afraid Su Yanli will take revenge on her when she can't sleep.

She might not be able to sleep in the same bed the first night, but she'll probably be able to sleep there without fail after that.

Li Mo'er shook her head. No, to prevent future troubles, it's better to please Su Yanli as soon as possible.

Li Mo'er gently pushed open the door, stepping in with one foot, not yet fully inside.

Su Yanli swung a stool at him without saying a word, her eyes resolute as she smashed it down.

"what--"

"Don't hit me, Su Yanli, it's me."

Li Mo'er quickly raised her arm to block the stool that was about to hit her head.

Su Yanli stopped when she heard Li Mo'er's voice.

He saw Li Mo'er clutching her arm, wincing in pain. He felt no pleasure from hitting Li Mo'er; he knew that the pain would return to him in double measure.

"Boom-"

He knelt down heavily, his knees hitting the ground with a loud thud, and bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, my wife, I didn't know it was you. Please, please call me back."

Su Yanli's voice trembled; he felt that today was unlikely to end easily.

He smashed his wife's clothes, and she would definitely retaliate like a madwoman. All he could do was keep quiet to avoid angering her again.

After saying that, Su Yanli knelt down, turned around, and faced away from Li Mo'er. She clenched her fists, bit her lip, closed her eyes, and prepared to be beaten.

Li Mo'er was about to roll up her sleeve to check her arm, and she figured that if Su Yanli used any more force, she would break it.

Suddenly, Li Mo'er heard Su Yanli's voice and the heavy sound of someone kneeling down. She didn't even care about her own arms anymore.

Hearing that "wife" address made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Wasn't this forcing someone to obey? Who was anyone's master?

However, she didn't seem to be able to change it in a short time. After all, Su Yanli had lived here for twenty years, and she had also lived in the modern world for twenty years, which was why she couldn't accept it.

Li Mo'er hurriedly walked up to Su Yanli, wanting to help him up.

Su Yanli looked at the hand in front of her and suddenly became nervous. She pleaded, "Wife, mistress, can you just hit my back?"

Li Mo'er sighed softly, which made Su Yanli's heart clench, and she trembled even more violently. Did she disagree?

"Get up first, I won't hit you." Seeing that Su Yanli was afraid of her, Li Mo'er simply took a few steps back.

Su Yanli did not get up, but raised his head in confusion, unsure whether Li Mo'er's words were true or false.

She had said the same thing before, and that after she got up, she was beaten even more severely.

However, the wife's tone seemed different this time, much gentler than before, so he tentatively raised his head.

This was the first time Li Mo'er had seen Su Yanli's face. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his amber eyes were filled with doubt and confusion. His eyes were brimming with tears, which softened his originally heroic face.

Li Mo'er was slightly taken aback, then realized that the man already had someone else in his heart, and she absolutely couldn't let herself fall for him.

If he were an ordinary man, she would definitely take him into her arms. Although she didn't know how, she wanted to experience the feeling of being in love.

"I promise I won't hit you, get up."

Li Mo'er felt helpless. She didn't know what the original owner had done to make him so unwilling to believe her.

She saw Su Yanli stand up with a hint of disbelief, then take out the ointment from her pocket and stuff it into his hand.

"If you apply medicine to your wounds, they will feel much better."

After saying that, fearing that his continued presence would make Su Yanli uncomfortable, he took the initiative to leave.

Holding the porcelain bottle in her hand, which still retained Li Mo'er's warmth, Su Yanli felt that Li Mo'er was indeed somewhat different.

She became gentler and more caring towards him, but he didn't know if it was just an act.

He looked at the ointment, hesitated for a long time, and finally opened it.

He took off his clothes, gently picked up a little ointment with his finger, applied it to the bruised area on his arm, and carefully spread it.

It hurt a bit at first, but I soon felt a cool sensation, which seemed to relieve the pain quite a bit.

He dared not use too much, otherwise there would be no medicine left for next time. He didn't know what had gotten into Li Mo'er this time, buying him medicine, and he guessed there would be no next time.

Li Mo'er left Su Yanli's room and went straight to the kitchen. She guessed that Su Yanli probably hadn't eaten dinner, so she planned to cook for her herself.

Looking at the so-called kitchen, Li Mo'er saw only a pot, a few bundles of firewood, and the rice in the jar was almost gone. She estimated that there were at most two bowls left.

There was nothing else, just about two bowls of rice, so it seemed she had no way to show off her cooking skills.

You should know that her noodle-cooking skills are superb. After all, she used to eat noodles all the time. Noodles are simple, time-saving, and effortless.

So she found the only few bowls left in the kitchen, only three of which were relatively intact; the others were either chipped or cracked.

She took out one of the good bowls, scooped out a bowl of rice from the jar, and planned to cook porridge. She knew what this was all about; it was just putting water and rice into a pot and boiling it.

Next, Li Mo'er skillfully began rinsing the rice, scrubbing the pot, pouring the rice into the pot, and then started looking around for the pot lid.

After Li Mo'er turned the kitchen upside down, she resigned herself to her fate and picked up the dark, grimy grate next to her to put it on.