[Quick Transmigration] The Clingy Spirit of the Blackened Male Supporting Character - Chapter 153

Regarding the commotion in the Luo family, Luo Ning had only heard others gossip about it. He then expressed the right amount of concern.

After all, Luo Qing was still her nominal relative. Being too indifferent would invite gossip. Luo Qing had basically shot herself in the foot.

Luo Ning remained quietly vigilant. He was afraid that Luo Qing might become desperate and bite anyone she could.

After the heat of summer, the weather cooled slightly. The rice in the fields ripened and turned golden. Every household in the village was busily harvesting.

Xie Chunian only had a small plot of land, which he could finish harvesting by himself. Luo Ning was not allowed in the fields, so he just brewed some herbal tea to bring to him. With the water being cool, he had originally intended to go wade in it.

But then he discovered there were leeches—soft and squishy creatures that would burrow into skin. Just thinking about it made Luo Ning’s skin crawl, so he helped gather some straw instead.

Harvesting rice was hard work, and Xie Chunian was sweating profusely. Luo Ning felt sorry for him and tried to put more thought into the meals, making sure Xie Chunian had enough to eat and replenish his strength.

The herbal tea and mung bean water had been chilled in the well. They were extremely refreshing and thirst-quenching. The meat and vegetables were also not greasy but rather sour and spicy. He even made some pancakes and dried meat for Xie Chunian to grab when he got hungry.

By evening, Xie Chunian finished harvesting the rice and laid it out to dry. He even caught two loaches in the fields. The setting sun cast its last rays on the fields. The others were still hunched over in the fields—half a year’s labor depended on these crops.

The elderly couple from the Luo family focused their attention on Xie Chunian. Their younger son was married and could no longer help with the farming, while their daughter stubbornly stayed inside the house. They wondered when they would finish the harvest just relying on themselves, so they turned to Xie Chunian. It was only right for a son-in-law to help his wife’s family, and it would be best if he could finish the remaining work. He was big and strong, and harvesting a few acres of rice should be easy for him. If he didn’t help, it would be seen as unfilial.

Luo Ning rejected them outright. His husband’s skin was sunburned, his lips were chapped, and he looked exhausted. Why should he work for the Luo family? He’d likely be working himself to death and wouldn’t even get a meal cooked by Mrs. Luo. If he agreed this time, Mrs. Luo would pester him about everything in the future. Luo Ning only sent some support money and a few items each year. Anything more was impossible.

Before Mrs. Luo could argue, Luo Ning said, “Mother, my husband is getting hungry quickly. Without eating meat, he won’t have the strength. He can help you with the rice harvest, but make sure to buy more meat.”

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Luo’s expression changed immediately, and she cursed, “Bah! Dream on! You want to eat meat? Go eat dirt! Even your old mother can hardly afford to eat it! Why should I let you? How could I have given birth to such a useless thing like you?”

With that, she sulked away, not mentioning it again.

Xie Chunian looked at his protective little husband and found him somewhat cute. He wanted to pat his head, but as soon as he reached out, he noticed the dirt on his hand. It was disgusting. He pulled back and smelled himself. He was sweaty and needed a wash. He rushed home to take a bath immediately.

Luo Ning patted the bed and asked Xie Chunian to lie down. He used his small hands to knead his back, trying to relieve his fatigue, but his strength was too little. It felt more like tickling than anything else.

Xie Chunian felt the light pressure on his back, as if something was brushing against him, causing his shoulders to tremble involuntarily.

With a serious expression, Luo Ning lightly smacked Xie Chunian with displeasure. “Don’t laugh.”

He adjusted his posture to sit up properly.

But as his little bottom rubbed against the man, the sensation moved to Xie Chunian’s waist, and the feeling changed.

Soft and round, Xie Chunian couldn’t help but let his imagination wander. If Luo Ning kept wriggling against him like this, he might need to take a bath again.

Xie Chunian pulled him down, his palm rubbing on that soft flesh. His thin lips left kisses on Luo Ning’s neck and cheeks, his breath getting heavier as he fiercely pressed against his lips. He gave his bottom a playful slap. “Be good, it’s time to sleep!”

If it weren’t for the fact that his baby looked tired today, he wouldn’t let him off so easily.

Luo Ning pinched the man’s waist. It was this jerk who suddenly got excited. How could he make it seem like it was his fault?

Xie Chunian opened his eyes helplessly and held Luo Ning’s waist. “Don’t you want to sleep?”

“Forget it, you’re the one who teased me. Don’t kick me again tomorrow.”

After saying that, he blocked Luo Ning’s mouth with a kiss.

The next day, Xie Chunian was indeed kicked awake again. Luo Ning gritted his teeth in anger, tugging at the man’s face to see what it was made of.

Xie Chunian took Luo Ning’s hand and kissed it. He was unaffected by his little husband’s kicks. Anyway, he had tough skin.

His face appeared radiant, a stark contrast to Luo Ning.

…

Over the past two months, not only was there money from Xie Chunian’s odd jobs and selling prey but also from selling pastries. Unbeknownst to them, their little box had filled up. Luo Ning counted it twice and realized they had already saved over forty taels.

“Is it really this much?” Luo Ning was somewhat in disbelief. He recalled how two wild boar cubs had fallen into Xie Chunian’s traps. After the swine fever, domestic pigs hadn’t grown up yet, so wild boar cubs were very valuable.

Xie Chunian smiled. “Baby, let’s build a new house, and we can move in by the New Year.”

Luo Ning felt a bit reluctant to leave their current small courtyard, but the house was indeed very old. It was damp whenever it rained, and the yard was muddy. Thinking about it like this made him look forward to the new house.

In his free time, he went out to see what locations were suitable for building the house. Finally, they decided to build not far from the old house.

Xie Chunian asked the village chief to come measure the land and then went to the town to order bricks, tiles, and stones. Just getting these materials wasn’t enough. He also needed to cut down some trees to use as beams and save money.

After the busy farming season, many of the strong men in the village had time at home, and it was convenient to ask for help. Everyone was a hard worker, and within half a month, the walls were built up.

Luo Ning focused solely on the house renovation, but one day he suddenly heard some news.

Luo Qing had run away and disappeared without a trace. She hadn’t returned for several days, causing the villagers to gossip. Mrs. Luo was crying and searching everywhere for her.

Originally, Luo Qing had an arrogant attitude and poor relationships with the people in the village. However, she had always behaved normally—until these past two months.

Not only had she lost her reputation, but she had also gotten involved with a hooligan, and now she was missing. Where could a lone girl run away to? Who could she turn to?

While everyone was confused and discussed this, Luo Qing had once again contacted Young Master Chen and was staying at his place.

She didn’t want to repeat her past mistakes. She didn’t want to submit to any more fickle men, but she had no choice. She was almost going insane. The hooligan kept harassing her, and with all the gossip circulating outside, she lost the will to go out. She spent her days sulking indoors. Thoughts of resentment and unwillingness were driving her mad.

Moreover, she couldn’t find peace at home either. Since she refused to marry Zhang Si, her mother began to arrange other marriages for her with some country bumpkins.

How could she possibly tolerate such a constrained life?!

After much consideration, Luo Qing decided to reconnect with Young Master Chen. She didn’t want to give up on Xie Chunian, but time was running out. She could only marry the man she despised. She told herself that at least Young Master Chen had money. Once she married him, no one would dare ridicule her anymore, and she could eat and dress well.

She knew this man was unreliable, but she no longer cared about his affections. Having learned many tricks in the inner chambers in her previous life, she promised herself that if she entered the Chen residence this time, she wouldn’t be submissive. Once she had children, she would rise to be the mistress of the Chen residence.

Luo Qing constantly reminded herself of this because it was the only way she could suppress her resentment and keep living.

Once she gained position in the Chen residence, she would surely crush that little bitch into the mud.

Perhaps it was true that people’s inner thoughts affected their appearance. Luo Qing’s current thoughts were entirely focused on revenge. Her aura became sinister, and her looks suffered greatly, coupled with a constant expression of disdain and contempt. Even Young Master Chen, who originally planned to take her as a concubine, found her uninteresting.

Luo Qing didn’t appear before the villagers for a long time, and they were starting to forget about her. Gradually, she was no longer mentioned. Even Mrs. Luo, after searching through relatives and not finding her, slowly gave up, cursing about how she had only given birth to a useless daughter.

After the winter solstice, the temperature dropped sharply. The cold winds howled, and a layer of frost formed on the leaves.

Luo Ning’s new house was completed. It was a spacious and bright tiled house. Not only did the new home have many rooms and was beautiful, but the courtyard walls were also built high, and the yard was paved with blue bricks. Even if it rained, it wouldn’t become a muddy mess. The villagers envied them. The people of Xinghua Village were quite simple and honest. At most, they would feel a bit sour but not to the point of jealousy.

They had originally planned to hold a grand banquet, but a heavy snowfall covered the entire village in white. It wasn’t until after the snow stopped that they began to set up the feast.

There was meat and vegetables, plenty of oil and fat, and large steamed buns. The villagers enjoyed a joyous meal, and the yard was lively.

Luo Ning and Xie Chunian moved into their new house, which was noticeably warmer. Luo Ning, who had always been afraid of the cold, now resembled a little cat, wishing he could curl up in bed all day.

The warm stove, the fluffy cotton blankets, and the cozy bed made it so comfortable to sleep.

Luo Ning snuggled closer to the blanket, looking still sleepy. He didn’t know why, but recently he had been feeling particularly sleepy, sleeping soundly, and everything he ate tasted delicious. His little face had become rounder.

Soft flesh had also formed on his belly, which Xie Chunian loved to touch. Whenever he held Luo Ning, he couldn’t resist slipping his hand under the clothes to stroke Luo Ning’s lower abdomen.

“Baby, do you want to go to the town?” Xie Chunian asked. His baby hadn’t been out for a long time.

Pork had finally appeared in town, just in time to buy some and taste it.

Luo Ning shook his head, wrapping himself into a ball. He was too lazy to move. It felt like all his bones had turned soft, and it was too cold outside. Staying at home was so much nicer.

Xie Chunian kissed his soft cheek and went to the town alone. Pork was so popular that he almost didn’t get any. He placed a large piece of meat in his basket and also bought some cotton-padded clothes.

One morning when Luo Ning got up to look in the mirror, he suddenly widened his eyes in shock. He touched his face in surprise. Who was this little chubby person?

Winter clothes naturally made him look bulkier, and combined with his round face, his once pointed chin had disappeared.