Hairtail fish

The day the city return quota came down, Brother Shuhao's little green plum knelt down in front of everyone to me.
"Sister Shuyi, I will never dare to fight with you for Brother Shuhao again, nor will I dare to covet your city return quota. Please let me go, don't let me sleep with the old widower in the village!"
As the team leader of the educated youth, Brother Shuhao was furious and accused me of being jealous and vicious, and decisively gave my quota to the little green plum.
They left the mountain area and sent me to the poorest and most backward village to "atone".
Three years later, Brother Shuhao finally remembered me and came with the little green plum who was admitted with him to Qingbei University to pick me up back to the city.
But they saw me in the middle of summer, wearing a dirty cotton jacket, kneeling on the ground scrubbing shorts for the poorest old widower in the village.
When I saw someone coming, I was not ashamed at all, but moved stiffly to Brother Shuhao's feet on my knees and skillfully unbuttoned his collar.
"A slut will be obedient, will give birth to children for the new master, begging the master not to hit the slut..."


Sent to the Countryside by Brother Shuhao's Little Green Plum, My Boyfriend Regrets

Shen Shuhao angrily kicked me away, and tore off my filthy cotton jacket.


Thus, my upper body, covered with all sorts of scars, was laid bare for everyone to see.


"What the hell happened? Who did this to you?!"


Shen Shuhao hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed my arm.


Besides the various scars from being whipped, there were scars of different lengths on my arm, some were knife cuts, others were puncture wounds.


On my back and waist were even more marks from cigarette burns.


Some wounds hadn't even healed, surrounded by fresh ones, and some were festering…


The old man knew he was from the city, and a Zhiqing at that, so he pretended to be unaware.


"I don't know, anyway, it wasn't me. She was already like this when she came to my house!"


Jiang Jingshu's face was full of disdain.


She pulled out a handkerchief and wiped Shen Shuhao's hands.


"Brother Shuhao, be careful not to catch any germs…"


"Sister Shuyi used to be a makeup expert, playing with rouge and powder better than anyone…"


Hearing Jiang Jingshu say this, Shen Shuhao looked at the onlookers half-believing and said, "Where's your village head? Call him over for me! When I left, I clearly told him to take care of Shuyi!"


The villagers, seeing things getting serious, quickly called over the village head.


The village head, seeing Shen Shuhao, had a fawning expression.


"Isn't this Captain Shen? It's been three years, have you already been recognized by the organization?"


Shen Shuhao seemed a bit dismissive, and after a simple handshake, directly inquired about my situation.


The village head glanced at me after hearing this, then let out a deep sigh.


"Ah, this matter… I feel ashamed just speaking about it!"


"I know Lin Shuyi is your fiancée, an outstanding Zhiqing from the city."


"So I took great care of her from the start. Who would have thought that after just a few days, she would… slip into the old widower's house at the edge of the village!"


"Everyone advised her, but she wouldn't listen, instead going house to house looking for those kind of dealings. Sometimes, if she didn't get it, she'd go mad! Our village is full of honest farmers, what else could we do but comply?"


Shen Shuhao's face was dubious; such an utterly absurd thing, anyone who wasn't a fool wouldn't believe it.


But Jiang Jingshu suddenly grabbed my hand, almost in tears, and said.


"If I had stayed in the countryside with you, you wouldn't have degraded yourself to sleep with the old widower!"


Hearing Jiang Jingshu bring up the matter of me sleeping with the old widower, the deep-seated fear suddenly erupted.


I shook off Jiang Jingshu's hand that held mine, and began to clutch my head and scream.


The next second, Jiang Jingshu, like a kite, was slammed heavily to the ground…


Seeing Jiang Jingshu injured, Shen Shuhao's eyes turned red.


He held Jiang Jingshu tightly, wiping away her tears.


"Jingshu, you don't need to apologize, you're going to be a college professor in the future, how could someone like her—a malicious village woman—bully you?"


Jiang Jingshu gave him a grateful look, and then they held each other tightly.


Watching this scene, tears involuntarily streamed down my face.


Yet Shen Shuhao glared at me with disgust, and then said angrily, "Lin Shuyi how long are you going to keep pretending?"


"I haven't even accounted for you bullying Jingshu; she's going to be a college professor in the future. If you push her over and she falls and gets seriously hurt, you'd owe society an explanation!"


"And when I sent you here, I provided enough stamps for you, Jingshu doesn't owe you anything…"


Hearing the word 'stamps', I reacted again.


Chapter 4