At this moment, her aunt also came to her room and asked softly, "Why did you lock your man outside the door? What did he do to wrong you?"
Lan Yu didn't know how to answer her aunt. She walked out of the room, gently closed the door, afraid of waking Ning Yu, and said, "Aunt, I don't want to forgive him. Don't open the door to let him in."
"Okay," her aunt asked curiously again, "Did he find other women?"
Lan Yu shook her head and said, "No, he hit me." Only by saying this did she believe her aunt and uncle would stand by her.
Her aunt immediately said angrily, "A man who hits women is detestable! You did the right thing, absolutely no forgiveness!"
After speaking, her aunt left. Not long after, Lan Yu heard An Jing outside the door exclaim, "Lan Yu, is that you? Why did you splash water on me!"
Lan Yu hurried to the window and saw her aunt walking back from the courtyard with an empty washbasin, not forgetting to spit towards the door.
Lan Yu didn't expect her aunt to be so decisive and fiery. She couldn't help but laugh. He deserved to be splashed with water, but she immediately worried if he would catch a cold and if he had brought a change of clothes.
She went to the main hall downstairs, wanting to go to the door to see if An Jing was okay and if he was still there.
Her aunt came in with the washbasin and said happily, "I've vented your anger for you. Don't feel sorry for him. Men like him deserve to suffer a little."
Lan Yu hardened her heart and nodded, saying, "I won't feel sorry for him. Aunt, what are we eating today? I'll help you pick vegetables."
Saying that, she went to the kitchen with her aunt, telling herself not to think about An Jing.
He's an adult, can't he take care of himself?
He must have brought his luggage when he came here. If I don't let him in, won't he find a place to stay himself?
Lan Yu thought this way and stopped worrying about him.
She was cooking with her aunt. It was almost dusk, and her uncle would be back from the fields soon.
Her uncle had a son and a daughter, both adults, who didn't want to stay in the countryside and had gone to the city to work. Therefore, usually, only her great-aunt, uncle, and aunt lived at home, three elderly people.
Her uncle had worked in the fields since he was young and was a skilled farmer. Although the family's income didn't entirely rely on farming now, her uncle still couldn't stay idle and cultivated grains on the contracted land.
Her great-aunt, who had been sleeping in the room in the afternoon, was woken up by the sound of raindrops outside. She got up and came to the main hall. Seeing that the raindrops were getting heavier, she shouted, "Huzi's mother, it's raining! Quickly collect the grain in the yard!"
Lan Yu and her aunt rushed out of the kitchen, and the three of them ran into the yard to collect the grain.
Lan Yu kept looking towards the main gate, thinking that with such heavy rain, An Jing should have left and wouldn't be foolishly waiting at the door.
Fortunately, the grain was not soaked and was collected indoors. Her aunt complained, "This darn weather, why does it rain whenever it wants? It's so annoying."
"Lan Yu, don't worry. There are raincoats in the fields. Your uncle won't get wet." Her great-aunt saw her eyes constantly glancing at the main gate of the yard and thought she was worried about her uncle.
"Oh, then I'm relieved," Lan Yu said vaguely, lowering her head.
Her aunt glanced at her, guessed her little thought, and couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. It seemed Lan Yu couldn't let go of her husband.
She didn't expose it and said with a smile, "Oh, the soup is cooking in the kitchen. Grandma, Lan Yu, go change your clothes. I'll serve you the soup. Drink it to warm up and don't catch a cold."
Saying that, her aunt nimbly patted the rain off her clothes and went to the kitchen.
Lan Yu returned to her room and saw that little Ning Yu was still asleep. She decided to wake her up after changing her clothes.
If the little one slept any longer, she wouldn't be able to sleep last night and would fuss all night.
She changed into a clean set of clothes and looked out the window at the main door. She didn't see anyone.
Only then did she feel relieved. An Jing wasn't that foolish. She then woke up Ning Yu and coaxed her to play with toys.
An Jing also didn't expect that it would start raining again not long after he was splashed with a basin of water.
He was hiding under the very narrow eaves outside, unable to block the rain at all. Seeing the rain getting heavier, he was already soaked.
But he wouldn't leave. Without Lan Yu's forgiveness, he wouldn't give up.
Just as it was getting dark, a man in a raincoat carrying some farming tools walked over and asked him curiously, "Young man, why are you standing at our door? If you want to take shelter from the rain, go to the pavilion in the village."
"Are you, are you Lan Yu's uncle?" An Jing asked speculatively.
Her uncle was slightly taken aback and said, "How did you know?"
"Hello, hello," An Jing said obsequiously, "I am Lan Yu's husband. I'm here to pick them up. But Lan Yu is still angry with me and won't open the door."
Her uncle immediately understood and looked him up and down carefully. However, it was getting dark, so he couldn't see clearly. He said, "Come in with me. If you have something to say, talk to her properly. With us here, you're not allowed to bully her!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, uncle, thank you." An Jing felt like he had finally met a savior.
Her uncle tried to open the door and found it was locked. He called his wife.
"Why did you lock the door, you woman? Are you not letting anyone in?"
Her aunt received her uncle's call and remembered that Lan Yu had locked the door. She had also forgotten to unlock it and quickly said, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door right away."
After speaking, she picked up the straw hat and rain cloak hanging on the wall, put them on, and rushed into the yard to open the door.
Her uncle walked in, and her aunt said, "Are you wet? You didn't come back early even though it was raining. Hurry inside and drink a bowl of hot soup."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw An Jing following her uncle in. She deliberately blocked him and said, "Why are you still here? What are you doing at our house again!"
"Uncle, Aunt, I just miss my wife and child. Please help me." An Jing wiped the rain from his face and said with a smile.
Her aunt wanted to say something more, but her uncle stopped her and made the decision, "Let him in. Don't meddle in their young people's affairs."
Her aunt had no choice but to stop blocking An Jing and let him follow them into the house.
The large square table in the main hall was already set with hot meals. They were waiting for her uncle to return before starting to eat.
Lan Yu watched her uncle and aunt enter the house. Just as she was about to ask little Ning Yu to greet them, she saw An Jing, who had followed them in and was drenched like a drowned rat. Her expression immediately changed, and she said, "Why haven't you left yet? Even if you cling to me here, I won't go back with you..."
"Daddy... Daddy." Little Ning Yu's babbling interrupted her angry words.
An Jing smiled at little Ning Yu and called out, "Baby, do you miss Daddy?"
Little Ning Yu stretched out her hands, wanting An Jing to hold her. Lan Yu immediately pulled her little hand back and said, "Sit down and eat quickly."
Even her great-aunt, who had known nothing before, understood and said with a smile, "So you are Ning Yu's father? You look quite handsome. Hurry and change your wet clothes with your uncle, so you don't catch a cold."