Married but Untouched! Her Soldier Husband Came Home Dumbfounded! - Chapter 3

Ever since she transmigrated here nearly a month ago, Liu Wenjing had been quietly observing the Shen family, studying everyone’s temperament.

Among all the branches, the Second House was the easiest to deal with—honest, dutiful, and simple.
People like those lived lives you could see from start to finish: as long as they didn’t stir up trouble, everything would remain stable. Not wealthy, not legendary, but peaceful.

Just like most ordinary people.

Ye Fangfei, though beautiful, had always seemed a bit delicate. When teased or criticized, she would only sulk silently, unable to spit out even a single retort.

Liu Wenjing had assumed the girl was nothing more than an empty-headed beauty with a nice face.

But after what she saw moments ago…
She realized she had misjudged her completely.

Truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Seeing everyone fall silent, Liu Wenjing’s eyes gleamed. She decided to spar with Ye Fangfei a little—test her depth, see if she was truly as formidable as she’d just appeared.

Putting down her bamboo basket, she smiled sweetly.

“Sister-in-law,” she said gently, “I don’t think filial piety is something you measure this way. My father-in-law, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, and all the siblings—even though they don’t give money every month, they stay with Grandpa and Grandma, tending to them every day.”

“Brother Zhanxun sends ten yuan every month, sure… but he can’t be here to serve the elders personally. That’s a pity. So honestly, feelings shouldn’t be measured by money.”

…

But Ye Fangfei hadn’t planned to fight Liu Wenjing.

After all, they were both victims of fate—one transmigrated, one dropped into a novel—with their own histories and reasons.

If Liu Wenjing wanted to climb higher in life, fine. Ye Fangfei had no intention of blocking her path.

But if someone wanted to step on her to feel superior?

Then she absolutely wouldn’t endure it. Even if someone carried the protagonist halo.

Ye Fangfei swept her gaze over Liu Wenjing, a faint, mocking smile curving her lips.

“You’re twisting your words pretty hard. All that nonsense just to cover for their incompetence? Does admitting my husband is capable hurt your pride that much?”

“Talking about filial piety costs nothing. Pretty words? I can say them too. If you give me ten yuan every month, I’ll sit at your door every day praising you until flowers bloom from your ears—never repeating a word.”

She rolled her eyes and continued mercilessly:

‘“Filial piety can’t be measured with money’—then what should it be measured with? Your flowery mouth? Or fresh northwestern wind? Why don’t you ask Grandpa and Grandma whether the north wind can blow them milk powder, cloth coupons, sugar coupons, or industrial tickets?”

Shen Zhanxun never sent just ten yuan.
He often sent valuable ration coupons too—things money couldn’t always buy.

Though Ye Fangfei suspected he only sent them because he didn’t need them and they would eventually expire.

…

Liu Wenjing’s face tightened. She always prided herself on speaking with refinement—yet Ye Fangfei’s words were brutal, crude, and impossible to refute.

As someone who came from the future, she looked down on the mere ten yuan and a few coupons. Hearing Ye Fangfei brag about it again and again, she couldn’t help curling her lip.

“Sister-in-law, you’re being too absolute. There’s an old saying: people can’t stay good forever, flowers don’t bloom for a hundred days. Life is long. If you look down on others so arrogantly, aren’t you afraid you’ll be slapped in the face one day?”

Ye Fangfei burst out laughing—loudly, arrogantly.

“I am arrogant. So what? What can you do about it? Let me make one thing clear: even if we fall into hard times in the future, our Second House will NEVER mooch a single thing off you. If you want to slap my face—then let’s see whether you have the ability.”

Seeing her so brazen, Liu Wenjing coldly laughed inside and no longer bothered arguing. She felt that speaking another word to this shallow-minded fool was a waste of breath.

…

Ye Fangfei, having roasted everyone to her satisfaction, decided the fire had burned enough for today. She was ready to return to her room and rest.

Originally, she hadn’t planned to act so soon. She wanted to wait for Liu Wenjing to stir up trouble for a few more days—let the fire simmer, then add fuel to speed up the process of splitting the household.

But these people insisted on stepping on her.

She was annoyed. She wasn’t going to endure it.
So she gave them a full round of verbal beatings—hopefully enough to push this family breakup forward faster.

Ye Fangfei also didn’t want to keep living this miserable life where she had to sneak around just to eat a single egg. It was downright pathetic.

…

Inside the main house, Old Madam Shen watched the sharp-tongued granddaughter-in-law from the doorway, her face darkening.

She glanced at her husband and whispered, “Old man… looks like the girl’s unhappy with that ten yuan.”

Old Master Shen didn’t reply. He merely tapped his dry tobacco pipe against the table—so hard that the thud echoed through the entire courtyard.

Ye Fangfei knew exactly what that meant.

The old couple was signaling their mother-in-law to control her.

She didn’t fear the two elders, but she didn’t want to make things hard for her gentle, honest in-laws. She saw clearly how her mother-in-law had been ready to help her moments ago.

So Ye Fangfei cleverly gave herself an exit.

She clutched her chest dramatically and let out a loud, “Ow—!”

Then she pointed at the three women who had argued with her earlier, her eyes watery with fake grievance.

“You all bullied me because my man isn’t home! My chest hurts so much—I can’t work today. I need to go lie down!”

Everyone was stunned speechless.

Was she… playing sick? On purpose?

Just seconds ago, she was fiercer than a tiger—now she claimed her heart hurt?

At her age? She already knows how to fake illness?

Ye Fangfei didn’t care. At the doorway, she even turned to her little sister-in-law.

“Cuijuan, my chest hurts badly. I can’t eat coarse grains. When you cook later, steam me an egg custard. I need nourishment.”

Cuijuan glanced nervously at the gloomy faces of the grandparents and didn’t dare answer.

Ye Fangfei noticed and scolded lightly, “I said I want egg custard. Why’re you looking at Grandpa and Grandma? They’re so loving—they won’t begrudge me two eggs when I’m sick, right?”

The main house stayed silent.

Everyone in the courtyard looked down on Ye Fangfei, calling her shameless in their hearts.
Faking illness for an egg? Thick skin!

Li Guiying wanted to sneer but, remembering the girl’s sliced-like-a-knife mouth and her troublesome mother, she shut her mouth.

Ye Fangfei stood there patiently.
Today, she would absolutely eat egg custard. Otherwise, her scorching tirade earlier would’ve been wasted.

Finally, Old Madam Shen ground her teeth and barked:

“Cuijuan, go get two eggs from the cupboard and steam her egg custard. Add more water—don’t let her choke.”

Ye Fangfei beamed toward the main house.

“Thank you, Grandma! I knew you doted on your juniors the most.”

She then turned to Cuijuan.
“And don’t forget the sesame oil! It won’t go down smoothly without it.”

With that, she went inside, ignoring everyone’s sour expressions.

Cuijuan headed to the cupboard, choosing the two biggest eggs she could find, even grabbing the sesame oil bottle. Then she hurried to the kitchen.

Behind her, Zhu Dongmei and Li Guiying muttered curses under their breath—calling Ye Fangfei greedy and lazy.

…

Liu Wenjing glanced at Ye Fangfei’s closed door and exchanged a look with Shen Zhanping, who was chopping firewood.

He set down the axe, told his father he was heading out, and left with Liu Wenjing—each carrying a bamboo basket.

They’d been married only a month and were still stuck together like honey.

Liu Wenjing, with over twenty years of modern marital experience, knew exactly how to coax a man—especially in bed. She had Shen Zhanping wrapped so tightly around her finger that he’d agree to anything she said.

Not far from home, she checked to make sure no one was around. Then she shyly took Shen Zhanping’s hand and cast him a flirtatious glance.

That one look nearly stole his soul.
He grabbed her hand, kissed it hard, and whispered hoarsely:

“Jingjing… you’re so beautiful.”

Blushing sweetly, Liu Wenjing lowered her head, and the young couple walked hand in hand toward the river.