I’ll Butcher Pigs to Support You! 33p2

Chapter 33 p2

Song Yugui lowered her head and returned home dejectedly. Smoke was already rising from the chimney.

Damn it, Shen Xizhi didn’t even think of coming to find me. Hmph, if she doesn’t come, then she doesn’t come. I don’t care.

Song Yugui carefully composed her expression outside, then checked her reflection by the well. After confirming that she looked gloomy and scary, she strode in.

In the front hall, Shen Xizhi was cooking, a bib tied around her, accentuating her slender waist. Her expression was gentle, and at first glance, she looked quite virtuous.

But the angry Song Yugui crossed out the word “virtuous.”

Her heart ached with anger. What ‘virtuous’? It’s just for show!

She deliberately put on a cold face, but the other seemed not to have noticed. Seeing her return, she even smiled at her slightly. “Yugui-jiejie is back. I’m making noodle soup for lunch. It’ll be ready soon.”

Song Yugui: ?

Why is she talking to me like this? Is she not angry about this morning? Is it just over? Why!

Song Yugui was so angry she ignored her and sat down on a chair with her back to her. If she had just been having a little tantrum at first, now she was really not happy.

Others suspected her, and the one villain she had treated with all her heart also suspected her, and even forbade her to speak. Now, without any explanation, she wanted to let the matter pass. She would not agree!

Seeing Song Yugui ignoring her, Shen Xizhi’s eyes darkened. Is she this angry just because I mentioned Miss Song? She’s never been like this before… The first time is for Song Xinyu.

The tightly closed door of her heart had just opened a crack, and a cold wind blew in, chilling her small face white.

At this moment, Shen Xizhi had long forgotten that it was her own distrust that had made her angry. Her heart was filled with resentment, but her lips still held a faint smile. She took out the fire from the stove and slowly walked toward Song Yugui. A pale, soft hand rested on her shoulder, and she asked softly, “Why does Yugui-jiejie look unhappy?”

Her voice was clearly very gentle, but it inexplicably sent a chill down Song Yugui’s spine.

She slowly sat up straight and turned to look. Shen Xizhi tilted her head, her eyes curving as she smiled at her, exceptionally cute.

Oh, then it must have been her imagination.

Hmph. Thinking of what happened today, Song Yugui was filled with anger.

“Why am I unhappy, don’t you know?!”

Song Yugui was angry, and her tone naturally held a hint of displeasure and suppressed anger.

Shen Xizhi seemed to have a sudden realization. “Is Yugui-jiejie angry with me because of Miss Song?”

…

Wait, the reason was indeed this reason, but why did it sound a little off when it came from Shen Xizhi’s mouth?

“Is it…?”

She felt it was and it wasn’t, and she said it tentatively. But the moment the word left her mouth, Shen Xizhi’s expression suddenly darkened, which scared her quite a bit.

But the other quickly composed herself again, her gaze as gentle as water, as if what she had just seen was an illusion.

“Yugui-jiejie, am I really no match for the village belle?”

Song Yugui was bewildered.

Have we discussed this topic?

She shook her head blankly, then frowned after a moment. “I didn’t say you were no match. What are you talking about? I’m asking you, do you still think I like the village belle and have been pestering her?”

This was the heart of the matter. What was Shen Xizhi talking about?

The young woman’s misty eyes looked at her, very pitiful. She pressed her thin lips together and asked, “If I think it’s not, then it’s not?”

Song Yugui: …

My heart is tired. “If you keep this up, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

She frowned, feeling that the villain’s emotions were a little off. There was always a sense of sadness around her.

Wait, what is she sad about? I’m the one who was misunderstood. I should be the one who’s sad, right?

Hearing her anger, Shen Xizhi managed to curve her lips, then closed her eyes deeply. When she opened them again, she didn’t say anything more. “Alright, I was just kidding. Of course I believe Yugui-jiejie. If Yugui-jiejie says you don’t like her anymore, then you definitely don’t. The noodles are ready. Shall I get a bowl for Yugui-jiejie?”

Her voice was as soft as it could be, and her expression was extremely gentle.

But… this tone was not sincere at all!

It was like she was coaxing her!

Song Yugui was angry. “I said I don’t like her, I don’t like her! I haven’t pestered her for two months. Can’t you see?”

Shen Xizhi’s noodle-serving movements paused. After a long while, her voice slowly came out. “But Miss Song is very confident.”

Song Yugui’s eyes widened in shock. What does that mean? Does it mean that because she’s so confident, I must have given her the wrong impression?

Ridiculous!

“What does her confidence have to do with me? Shen Xizhi, don’t be unreasonable…”

She was just about to say that the villain was being unreasonable when she saw the other turn to look at her, then quickly turn her head back. The fleeting red in her eyes seemed to be an illusion.

Song Yugui frowned and quickly walked over, pulling Shen Xizhi into her arms with a single pull. Seeing that she was really crying, she was furious. “Wait, why are you crying again?”

Shouldn’t it be me who’s crying?

Shen Xizhi’s red, rabbit-like eyes looked at her cautiously. She lowered her head, her voice hoarse and soft. “I… I like to cry.”

She looked as if she had been greatly wronged, but in fact, she didn’t know what she was crying about. Perhaps it was… that the person she loved had loved someone else, or perhaps it was that love was just too bitter and unbearable.

It made her unable to help but want to cry.

She knew clearly that Song Yugui was good to her, but did not like her, did not have a single trace of love for her. Otherwise, how could she have married her and yet not touched a single finger of hers?

The only exception was last night…

What was wrong with her?

Thinking of this, Shen Xizhi felt quite wronged, and her eyes welled with tears even more.

She was immersed in her world of not being loved, and her heart began to ache with pain.

Song Yugui clenched her fists, wanting to curse, but also afraid of really scaring Shen Xizhi into crying. In the end, she held it in and just fiercely wiped the tears from Shen Xizhi’s snowy white cheeks, her voice sounding as if she were gritting her teeth. “I was the one who was misunderstood, but you’re the one crying. Anyone who didn’t know would think I’ve wronged you greatly. Stop it, no more crying.”

As she wiped, she tried to tell her not to cry, but she couldn’t help it. The more her voice was feignedly stern with a hint of panic, the more she wanted to cry.

She couldn’t control herself, couldn’t ignore her, couldn’t not like her.

She was gentle to her, always thinking of her, buying her pastries that no one else had, and even though she herself was still wearing thin old clothes, she insisted on buying her a new set.

So good…

Such a good person, why didn’t she like her?

If only Song Yugui liked her too. If only she didn’t like the village belle.

As Shen Xizhi thought this, she told herself, It’s alright. Now she is Song Yugui’s wife. Yugui-jiejie will fall in love with her sooner or later.

At the same time, she felt as if her heart were being cut by a knife because Song Yugui had once liked someone else. She had never known that she was such a petty person.

It turned out that she could not accept any hint of a second love from the person she loved.

Her possessiveness was so strong that she even wanted to lock Yugui-jiejie at home and not let her have any more contact with the village belle.

She doesn’t like you, and she hates you so much. She said a lot of bad things about you today, and even told me to divorce you! Can’t you just ignore her? Can’t you just ignore her?

Shen Xizhi was dying of anxiety, but she opened her mouth and didn’t dare to say the words to her face. What if she doesn’t like me controlling her? What if she thinks the village belle is better than me?

Song Yugui was numb from her crying. She had originally been waiting for Shen Xizhi to apologize to her and coax her, but now it was clear that she couldn’t wait any longer. Not only would she not get an apology from Shen Xizhi, but she also looked at her wife, who was constantly sniffling and shedding little pearls, with a complicated expression, and sighed deeply. “It’s my fault. Is it okay if it’s my fault? Ancestor, don’t cry. Your tears are about to flood the house. Forget it, forget it. Let’s eat. Let’s not talk about this anymore, ah.”

If I had known, I would have just gone along with it when I came back and saw Shen Xizhi pretending to be fine. I had to get angry with her, get angry with her. Now look, I haven’t even started to scold her, and she’s already crying one tear after another.

“Don’t cry. You’re making me not want to live anymore.”

Song Yugui looked up with lifeless eyes, her heart like dead ashes.

Shen Xizhi was crying so hard she was choking, but she didn’t forget to reach out and cover her mouth, her voice muffled. “D-don’t talk nonsense.”

She didn’t want her to die.

“Then you stop crying.”

Song Yugui: Expressionless.jpg.

Shen Xizhi’s red and swollen eyes looked up at her, bit her tender lip, and suddenly leaned over to hug one of Song Yugui’s arms, snuggling into her embrace, her small face buried in the woman’s soft, high chest, and then continued to whimper.

Song Yugui: …

Wait? What on earth did I say that was worth you crying so much about!