Female-dominated society: I want the world, and I also want all the most handsome men!

Back home from town, Yan Nanfei seemed preoccupied.

Feng Shan couldn't help but ask her.

"My lady, do you want it?" Feng Shan stood obediently like a child who had made a mistake: "If you want it, I can... but, could you not take off your clothes?"

Once he took off his clothes, the injuries on his back were exposed.

"Huh?" Yan Nanfei blinked, and seeing his dejected expression, quickly explained, "You're overthinking it. How could I possibly share a room with you when you're injured?"

“I just feel sorry for you, and I hate myself even more for leaving you at home. If I had been more determined this morning and taken you to town with me, this wouldn’t have happened, and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

In particular, the fact that Feng Shan kept the injury on her back a secret from her made Yan Nanfei even more heartbroken.

She couldn't expose the mountain closure, because she didn't want to add more burden to the woman's mind.

"My lady, you saved me, don't be sad." Feng Shan gently pulled Yan Nanfei into his arms: "We can still be together now, we should be happy, shouldn't we?"

Yan Nanfei sighed softly and looked up at Feng Shan: "You're right, we should be happy."

Yan Nanfei composed himself and put on a big smile: "You're injured right now, so sit still. Until you're fully recovered, I'll take care of all the heavy work around the house."

Upon hearing this, Feng Shan instantly lost his composure, becoming so agitated that he aggravated the wound on his back.

He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, but he endured it, worried that Yan Nanfei would notice something was wrong.

Yan Nanfei watched his performance, his heart pounding: "Don't get excited, it's just some work, it's not like it'll kill me."

"You are the mistress of the house, how can you wash your hands and cook?" Feng Shan looked guilty and tried to do the housework: "Mistress, you know my abilities and my body very well. I only have a few whip marks on my chest, which will not affect my ability to work."

Yan Nanfei stood on tiptoe, pressed down on his shoulders, and made him sit down: "We are husband and wife, and I am also the head of the family. I have a responsibility to take care of you, so please don't refuse anymore."

Yan Nanfei's eyes darkened as he looked at Feng Shan, his expression becoming more authoritative.

Feng Shan had never felt Yan Nanfei's imposing gaze before, and was immediately intimidated by her.

He moved his lips and uttered only four words: "Yes, my lady."

"Hmm." Yan Nanfei chuckled with satisfaction, patting his tied-up hair. "That's more like it. Take good care of your injury, I'm waiting for you to 'get to work'!"

Feng Shan blushed and nodded, "My lady, I will."

He would work even harder then, so that Yan Nanfei could enjoy himself.

"Sweetie, I'm going out to buy a chicken to make soup for you. Wait for me at home." Yan Nanfei kissed his handsome face and went out with a smile.

Feng Shan touched the side of his cheek where she had kissed him, feeling a burning sensation.

When Yan Nanfei passed by the village chief's house, he heard a scream coming from inside.

She stopped and turned towards the village chief's house: "Is anyone home?"

Yan Nanfei looked around the courtyard; her front door was closed.

She waited for a while, but no one came. Thinking she had misheard, she left.

As he walked, Yan Nanfei thought about going back to close the gate of the village chief's house to prevent some naughty kids from going in and causing trouble.

As soon as they reached the corner, they saw a man inside, disheveled, rushing out in a hurry.

What the hell!

The village chief is over sixty years old, and he still has this taste!

And this man looks to be only in his thirties..."

The village chief is still got it!

Adhering to the principle of "it's better to avoid trouble," Yan Nanfei quickly turned and left.

When Yan Nanfei returned home with the slaughtered hen, Feng Shan had already cooked rice and heated the bathwater.

"My lady, I can do something simple that won't reopen the wound, so please don't be angry," Feng Shan explained, afraid that Yan Nanfei would be upset.

Yan Nanfei understood him; if he did more, she would do less.

"Alright." Yan Nanfei smiled. "Remember, until you recover, only I can do the three heavy chores: fetching water, washing clothes, and chopping wood, understand?"

"Hmm!" Feng Shan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded emphatically.

"Huh?" Feng Shan then noticed the hen that Yan Nanfei had just killed: "My wife, why was this chicken killed?"

Yan Nanfei blinked, put the chicken in the kitchen, and came out to say, "Aunt Daya's family is killing a chicken, and I went to buy one. She told me to buy this one that's already been killed."

"Auntie Daya is a very kind person," Feng Shan praised. "Our family owes a lot to Auntie Daya's help."

“Yes.” Yan Nanfei echoed, “We should repay kindness. If Aunt Daya has any difficulties in the future, we should do our best to help her.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Zhang Daya was carrying a large string of pork belly, which she estimated to weigh three or four pounds.

"Auntie Daya, is there something you need?" Yan Nanfei and Feng Shan went out to welcome her in.

Zhang Daya stood in the courtyard: "I won't go in, we have guests coming later."

“I heard from the villagers about what happened to you today.” Zhang Daya placed the pork belly in Yan Nanfei’s hand: “Eat these few pounds of meat to nourish yourselves.”

"And this, it contains medicine for wounds. Apply it to Fengshan tonight, and it will heal faster."

Zhang Daya's concern made the couple look at each other, and they felt the long-lost care from their elders in each other's eyes.

"Auntie Daya, thank you. Come in and have a cup of tea." Yan Nanfei reached out and took her arm.

"No, thank you." Zhang Daya patted the back of her hand with a smile: "I'll come another day. A matchmaker came to propose marriage for Qingfu today. I estimate that we can invite you to the wedding banquet soon."

Yan Nanfei smiled and said with delight, "Then Feng Shan and I will have to give Qingfu a big red envelope!"

"Great, great, great!" Zhang Daya grinned from ear to ear. "I'll let you know as soon as I have the results!"

Yan Nanfei didn't say much more; the matchmaker was still waiting for Zhang Daya at home.

"Qingfu had just turned eighteen when matchmakers were practically wearing out his doorstep." In Yan Nanfei's memory, Qingfu was a little boy.

Although they were only a few years apart in age, Yan Nanfei hadn't seen him for several years, as he had been attending school in the county.

Zhang Daya only had one son, Qingfu. Her husband passed away early, and she raised Qingfu alone with great difficulty.

Now that Qingfu has grown up and is about to start a family, Zhang Daya's worries can finally be put to rest.

"Well, Qingfu is literate and comes from a good family. It would be strange if the matchmaker didn't ruin his family's reputation."

Looking at Yan Nanfei's smooth, black hair, Feng Shan couldn't resist reaching out and ruffling it.

Yan Nanfei nuzzled his head against his large hand, looking comfortable: "Qingfu is a simple person. I hope he can be discerning and not be deceived by appearances."

Sensing Yan Nanfei's response, Feng Shan curled the corners of his mouth: "No, with Aunt Daya overseeing things, Qingfu won't marry the wrong person."

Yan Nanfei remained silent upon hearing this. Zhang Daya doted on Qingfu too much; if Qingfu were truly bewitched, Zhang Daya might actually grant Qingfu's request.