Tianmiao...
The young wife repeatedly savored these two words in her heart. What a lovely name. Just a name, yet it feels extraordinarily warm.
The young wife held little Tianmiao's hand, walking home while contemplating how to explain the child's origin to her mother-in-law.
As they arrived at their doorstep, they encountered the neighbors next door heading out.
"Hey, Ren Family's wife, are you back from picking herbs?" The speaker was a man in his thirties, his mischievous eyes roving over the young wife's body. This was Wang Shitou, the idle neighbor next door, who still hadn't married despite being in his thirties.
The young wife replied perfunctorily and quickly led little Tianmiao inside, closing the door behind them.
"Tch, what's with the act? Who knows what positions..." Wang Shitou spat, biting his tongue before he could finish his crass remark. Suddenly a piece of his tongue was almost severed, and the bleeding Wang Shitou began to howl in pain at the door.
