Chapter 682 - Something Used by Women
She clutched the corner of her clothes and looked at the tall man with a conflicted and doubtful expression. She opened her mouth to say something but she didn’t know where to begin.
She thought that he seemed slightly dim-witted and might not be able to understand these things.
Chen Jiahang had already taken his notebook and pen and his palms were sweating because he was so afraid. After a while, he showed her what he had written, ‘You’re bleeding. I’ll send you to the bridge. A doctor lives in that area.’
He looked anxiously at her. She was his wife, a wife who he had just bought, and he knew he would be very, very sad if she died.
No, he couldn’t afford for her to fall sick.
He Xiyan didn’t know how to respond. She stood frozen to the spot for a moment before she snatched his notebook and pen from him and after she struggled with herself for a while, she finally wrote, ‘I’m not sick but I need something. This is something that women will need to use every month. Go out and borrow this item from the young women in the village. I’ll return it to them at a later date. Thank you.’
After she handed him the notebook, she saw that the anxiety on his face was now replaced by confusion.
He didn’t seem like he was convinced by her words and placed a hand on her forehead, checked whether she had a fever, then walked one round around her, and looked out for any injuries on her body.
He finally relaxed when he saw that she didn’t seem to be injured.
He walked out of the house and ran to the nearest house. Aunty Wang lived with her family around 100 meters away.
He returned after 30 minutes together with a middle-aged woman who was around 40 years of age, but she looked like she was in her fifties because she was constantly working on the farm under all weather conditions and did not care for her skin.
The middle-aged woman carried a black bag that contained the feminine products that He Xiyan said she needed.
The middle-aged woman was Old Man Wang’s wife and everyone knew her as Aunty Wang.
Aunty Wang seemed surprised when she saw He Xiyan.
She didn’t expect to see such a pretty and fair lady in the house; she was much prettier than the women in the village.
“You must be Jiahang’s new bride. Aye, you’re really pretty,” Aunty Wang said as she stretched out her roughened hands that were filled with calluses.
He Xiyan did not speak and looked slightly embarrassed. She didn’t know how she should phrase her request since this middle-aged woman seemed like she was already past the age where she would need such products, so He Xiyan wasn’t sure if she would have the products that she needed.
Aunty Wang smiled and revealed her slightly yellowed teeth.
“Aw, you’re so shy,” she said as she patted He Xiyan’s shoulder.
She handed the black bag to He Xiyan and said, “Go on, take it. These are the products you’re looking for. My daughter didn’t finish them the last time she came back to visit. If you need anything in the future that you can’t speak to Jiahang about, feel free to look for me.”
Aunty Wang smiled at her as she gave He Xiyan the once-over, as though she was examining a fruit to check how fresh it was.
“Thank you…” He Xiyan nodded at this middle-aged woman. She bit her lip and felt uneasy and embarrassed being stared at so openly.
She blushed when she felt something wet between her thighs and quickly rushed into the toilet.
Aunty Wang gave Chen Jiahang a few words of advice after He Xiyan left and Chen Jiahang nodded obediently like a well-behaved child.
Aunty Wang told him many things and he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to remember them all, so he earnestly jotted down her words into his notebook after he returned to his room.