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

Li Mo'er rubbed her lower back and walked towards the door. She still had to cook, and she couldn't stay here any longer.

Su Yanli stroked the medicine in his hand, lost in thought. Was he really not dreaming?

Unconsciously, hope ignited in Su Yanli's heart, and her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

Suddenly, Li Mo'er remembered the purpose of her visit and turned around sharply. "Um, I, I wanted to ask how to start a fire."

The moment Li Mo'er spoke, Su Yanli stopped smiling and hurriedly put the ointment into her pocket.

Li Mo'er noticed that Su Yanli was frightened by her again, so she softened her voice, "Don't rush, you pack your things first, I'll go out and wait for you."

After saying that, Li Mo'er went out and closed the door behind her.

Su Yanli touched her pocket, feeling unsafe inside, worried that she might accidentally break it.

So he took out the ointment again and put it under his pillow.

He lifted the pillow and saw the copper coin lying peacefully under it, and was stunned for a moment.

He had always thought that Li Mo'er had taken his money to buy the medicine, but it turned out that wasn't the case.

He carefully placed the ointment, gently patted the porcelain bottle, and then turned and left.

Li Mo'er wandered around the kitchen out of boredom. There was no cell phone or internet, and every minute felt incredibly long, though she didn't even know how long a minute was anymore.

She picked up a wooden stick, squatted down and scribbled aimlessly, occasionally looking up to see if Su Yanli had arrived.

When Li Mo'er saw Su Yanli walk in, she immediately stood up.

Su Yanli walked straight to the cabinet, took out the tinderbox and put it aside, and began to prepare a meal.

He thought Li Mo'er was hungry, so he subtly reminded him that it was time to cook.

Li Mo'er watched as Su Yanli took out a small bamboo tube, then lifted the jar and began scooping out rice.

At first, she didn't know what he was going to do, but now even a fool would know that he was going to cook.

"Yes, I've already put the rice in the pot. All I need to do is turn on the fire."

This time, Li Mo'er's voice was even softer, afraid of frightening Su Yanli again.

Su Yanli put down his bowl and looked at Li Mo'er with a puzzled expression. He stared into Li Mo'er's eyes, as if trying to see something in them.

Women are supposed to stay away from the kitchen, so why is she cooking for herself today?

Li Mo'er quickly avoided his gaze and looked to the side. She was fragile and couldn't stand being stared at; it would be bad if she gave herself away.

Just now, under Su Yanli's gaze, she almost raised her hand to swear an oath.

Seeing Li Mo'er avoid her, Su Yanli's eyes showed even more doubt and even some probing.

However, he said nothing, but simply picked up the tinderbox and lit a fire at the stove.

Li Mo'er's eyes widened as she watched Su Yanli light a fire with a tinderbox. It was a tinderbox! The legendary high-tech stuff. It turned out that things weren't so backward here after all.

Li Mo'er saw Su Yanli sitting on a small stool, intending to add firewood and cook herself.

So she stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Su Yanli's arm, trying to pull him up, "You need to rest now, I'll do it."

Su Yanli instinctively pushed her arm away. He could stand up on his own, but he accidentally bumped into the injury on Li Mo'er's arm.

"hiss--"

Li Mo'er cried out in pain and quickly withdrew her hand.

"My lady, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Su Yanli lowered his head and apologized repeatedly. He had actually dared to push his wife away just because she had been a little nice to him.

Moreover, he had touched her injury, which he must have caused by hitting her with the stool. He looked down at his hand, guessing it must hurt a lot, since he had hit her quite hard.

When Li Mo'er heard Su Yanli start apologizing again, she stopped him, saying, "I'm fine, you should go back and rest."

In less than a day, either she was saying "I'm sorry" or he was saying "I'm sorry".

Li Mo'er sighed helplessly, realizing that being too polite could also be annoying.

Li Mo'er waved her hand, signaling Su Yanli to go back inside.

However, seeing that Li Mo'er didn't seem angry, Su Yanli became bolder.

He pulled Li Mo'er to his room. Li Mo'er tried to break free, but Su Yanli held her even tighter.

Li Mo'er thought to herself, "Wait, just now she was acting like a timid wife, how did she become a domineering CEO now?"

Did they realize she was easy to bully? No, absolutely not. She had to regain her home turf, at least not let others think she was easy to bully, even though she really was.

Li Mo'er was about to abruptly shake off his hand. Although she couldn't scold him, she could turn around and leave without looking back.

However, Su Yanli's actions dispelled her idea. He moved the pillow on the bed aside, found the ointment, and then lifted up Li Mo'er's sleeve.

At this moment, Li Mo'er was completely dumbfounded (!???).

Good heavens, what did she see? Money? She wasn't concerned about the amount of money, but rather that it was under her pillow.

Although they are arranged in neat rows, doesn't he feel uncomfortable on his head when he sleeps at night?

Su Yanli didn't notice Li Mo'er's expression; he was only staring at the injury on Li Mo'er's arm. He knew he had hit her hard, but he didn't expect that not only was there a large bruise, but there was also blood stasis.

His heart clenched for no reason, and he was filled with regret. How could he have used so much force?

Su Yanli was annoyed, but he didn't know that if it were in the past, he would never have felt sorry for her, much less have applied medicine to her.

Su Yanli carefully used her fingertips to pick out the ointment and applied it evenly to the wound, afraid of hurting Li Mo'er.

However, when Su Yanli was applying the medicine to Li Mo'er, she accidentally used too much force. She was about to imitate Li Mo'er and blow on it to relieve the pain.

However, they found that Li Mo'er did not react at all; she neither pulled her hand away nor cried out in pain.

He looked up and saw Li Mo'er staring intently at the money he had just exposed. Su Yanli angrily pulled back her pouting lips.

From Su Yanli's perspective, all he saw was Li Mo'er staring at the money; he couldn't see the doubt in her eyes.

He thought Li Mo'er was after the money, and he blamed himself for acting impulsively and forgetting Li Mo'er's true nature.

He coldly put away the ointment, chased Li Mo'er out, and even applied only half of the ointment.

Li Mo'er was still wondering, wouldn't his head get hurt? Did he practice some kind of iron-head kung fu? Otherwise, how could he possibly sleep? Should she get him a box...?

Before Li Mo'er could finish her thought, Su Yanli interrupted her with a distant voice, "The fire should be extinguished by now."

Li Mo'er walked out of the room, puzzled. Just moments ago, Su Yanli was showing her friendliness, so why was she being so cold to her now?

She shook her head helplessly. A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; she'd better not try to guess. It would be a waste of her brain, and she'd never guess it.

Li Mo'er walked to the stove and added some firewood.

She suddenly noticed that she had only applied half of the medicine to her arm, so she gently placed it on her skin and spread it evenly.

"Um--"

It still hurts a little. I really don't know how Su Yanli endured so many injuries.

Alas, poor man, he might have been better off without Li Mo'er.