I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband Chapter 52: Heart and Eyes Are Filled With Her

Chapter 52: Heart and Eyes Are Filled With Her

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Hearing this, Heng Yi gently held Han Qiao’s hand and placed it over his heart.

He nodded slightly.

When she lowered her eyes, her eyes were moist.

For so many years, Heng Yi had never felt weak.

He didn’t feel much pain even when the tiger scratched him a few times.

However, at this moment, Han Qiao held his hand and said a few gentle words, making him suddenly want to cry.

“Alright, I agree!”

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When the medicine was ready, Han Qiao told Heng Yi to take the medicine and go to sleep.

Han Qiao still washed, dried, and folded his clothes.

She had to worry about Heng Yi’s fever from time to time, so she stayed up for half the night.

Heng Yi did have a fever in the middle of the night. Han Qiao fed him medicine and wiped his sweat.

The three children were worried that Heng Yi wouldn’t be able to hold on.

“Xiu, Yi, go to sleep. I’ll watch over your Fifth Uncle Heng.”

“Mother…”

“Go!”

Heng Yi slept until noon on the first day of the eighth month. When he woke up, there was a faint smell of medicine in the room.

The doors and windows were open, and the breeze blew into the room, bringing with it a warm air, but he felt very comfortable.

There was a slight noise coming from the front yard. Heng Yi could tell that it was Han Qiao and the children making pouches.

There should be more than just the four of them.

There was also a faint fragrance of porridge coming from the kitchen next door.

Indeed, Han Qiao and the girls were not the only ones in the central room. Madam Han Yuan and the four children of her youngest brother’s family were also there.

The big ones helped cut the fabric while the small ones played house.

The fabric that could be used to make the purse had already been piled up high. When the time came, they would need to piece it together again.

Han Qiao stood up and walked towards the backyard, intending to see Heng Yi.

Seeing him smiling foolishly with his eyes wide open, Han Qiao smiled as well. “You’re awake.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want to pee?”

“Yes!”

Heng Yi nodded.

Han Qiao went forward to help him sit up. “Want to urinate in the room? Or to the toilet?”

“Let’s go to the bathroom. I’m much better!”

He wasn’t actually that weak. Although it hurt a little, it wasn’t like he couldn’t move.

It was just that he felt comfortable being cared for by others and thought that it was okay to be weak.

“I know, but you’re injured. I’ll help you.”

Heng Yi nodded and let Han Qiao help him to the bathroom.

Han Qiao fetched some water for him to wash his hands.

She also made some mouthwash and dipped the brush in a little bit of toothpaste so that he could brush his teeth carefully.

“Brush your teeth?” Heng Yi was surprised.

He had lived for twenty-four years and had never done so.

They all chewed on some willow branches.

“Yes, it’s clean like this.”

“Hurry up and brush it. I’ll scoop some porridge for you to cool it down.”

Heng Yi brushed his teeth, cleaned himself, and put him on the shelf.

He realized that they were all bamboo jars, from short to tall, and the ones that were the tallest were probably Han Qiao’s.

There were words embroidered on the edges of the cloth on the side. He could not recognize them, but from the order of the hanging, the one at the end should be for him.

He gently reached out to touch it, afraid that he would break it.

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Heng Yi suddenly laughed.

Almost instantly, he had an indescribable feeling for this place.

He was also a part of this family.

“What are you stunned for? Hurry up and cat the porridge. Go back and lie down after eating.” Han Qiao urged from the kitchen.

Heng Yi obediently entered the kitchen.

He sat on the stool and ate the porridge in small bites.

Han Qiao was tidying up. “I’ll stew a chicken for you tonight. Do you want to cat stewed chicken? Or stir-fry it before stewing it?”

“It’s all good. I’m not picky!”

Heng Yi was indeed not picky, he ate everything.

Han Qiao glanced at Heng Yi. “Then let’s make it stewed. It’s lighter on a hot day. Do you want chicken noodle soup? I’ll order some noodles later. We’ll have chicken soup noodles with some onions tonight!”

“Yuanyuan and the others will stay here for dinner too.”

These words were more or less probing.

Han Qiao looked at Heng Yi as she spoke.

Even if Heng Yi was a little unhappy or frowned, she would consider her marriage seriously.

Heng Yi still nodded dumbly. “Alright!”

Maybe he didn’t even notice what Han Qiao said?

He only remembered that there would be chicken soup noodles for dinner.

Han Qiao smiled.

Heng Yi ate the porridge and went to rest, while Han Qiao prepared to kill an old hen.

She also told the children that they would have chicken soup noodles for dinner. The children danced happily.

Heng Yi wanted to help.

“You don’t have to help. I can do it myself.”

After killing the chicken and chopping it into pieces, she placed it in a pot to boil it and stewed it over a low heat.

Because there were many children, Han Qiao added more water.

Then, she kneaded the dough.

Children in this era did not have any thoughts of losing weight or dieting. They just wanted to eat their fill and play for a while before going to bed.

Although they were young, they had a lot of fun to play with. They could play house, hide and seek, eagle and chicken, hopscotch, and kick shuttlec.o.c.k. They could play any one of them for an afternoon and still enjoyed it.

While Han Qiao was still preparing the dough, Han Yuans.h.i.+ came over with a dozen cuc.u.mbers.

“He’s awake?” Han Yuans.h.i.+ asked.

Tomorrow would be the second day of the lunar new year. If the person proposing marriage did not appear, people would gossip.

“He’s awake!”

Han Qiao took the cuc.u.mbers and thought that it would be best to make a salad with cuc.u.mbers and noodles.

Han Yuans.h.i.+ nodded. “Have you asked Heng Yi? Is he still coming to propose marriage tomorrow?”

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“1 haven’t had the time to ask. Let’s take it slow. There’s no rush.”

“That’s true, but the family is already prepared. Your first sister-in-law and second sister-in-law have already cleaned up the house. Tomorrow, no one in the family will go out to work. They just want to give you a grand marriage and choose a good day.”

Mrs. Han lowered her voice and said, “You’ve already been married once and have three children. This is the first time Heng Yi is getting married. You can’t drag this out. What if someone else takes the lead?”

The Han family members had the same thought.

Get married as soon as possible.

It didn’t matter if he lived in town or back in Xishan Village.

Of course, the Han family hoped that Heng Yi would live in the West Mountain Village, so that he could teach the children martial arts and bring them into the mountains to hunt and earn money.

“Mother, don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

Han Qiao was still comforting Han Yuans.h.i.+.

There was a knock on the door, followed by a crisp female voice. “Is anyone there?”

Han Qiao and Han Yuans.h.i.+ walked to the door together.

They saw a wealthy and enchanting Zhen Niang standing at the door with a servant girl.

Han Qiao sized up Mother Zhen.

With just one glance, the knowledgeable Han Qiao could tell that Mother Zhen was a prost.i.tute. Although she tried her best to hide it, her seductive eyes and the way she looked at people told others that she was not a decent person.

“Who are you looking for?” Han Qiao asked.

Mother Zhen also sized up Han Qiao.

She had thought that the twcnty-seven-year-old woman would be very old, dirty, and even a little desolate.

However, the woman in front of her had a beautiful appearance. Her eyes seemed gentle, but her gaze was exceptionally firm and calm.

“Arc you the Han family that wants to be engaged to Heng Yi? I’m Mother Zhen, Heng Yi’s childhood sweetheart..”