After My Rebirth, My Husband Pampers Me Everyday!
Chapter 205: MY SON CAME BACK FROM THE CITY YESTERDAY
The children weren’t the only ones who adopted him. One grandmother insisted he needed more food and appeared with steamed buns whenever she saw him.
Another complained his hair was getting too long while bragging to her friends about how handsome he looked.
The village uncles were just as troublesome. Uncle Zhao spent two weeks trying to convince Guiying that fishing was an essential life skill.
Uncle Sun believed every young man should know how to repair fences, and neither accepted rejection gracefully.
Somewhere between the unsolicited advice, shared meals, and endless conversations, Guiying stopped feeling like a guest.
Nobody announced the change.
It simply happened.
One day he was the young man staying at Granny Wu’s inn.
The next he was Xiao Gui. The villagers called his name often enough that he sometimes heard it in his sleep.
He didn’t mind. For the first time in years, people’s kindness came without hidden motives. Nobody wanted anything from him, and nobody measured his worth against an inheritance, a surname, or a position.
They simply liked him. That alone felt strange enough to take some getting used to. The month changed him too.
His complexion improved noticeably. The shadows beneath his eyes faded after weeks of proper sleep, and the tension that had lodged in his shoulders gradually disappeared.
The villagers noticed, and unfortunately they mentioned it constantly. Comments about his health and appearance followed him everywhere.
Even Granny Wu joined in.
One evening the old woman placed an extra drumstick in his bowl and looked satisfied with herself. "Another month and you’ll be extra handsome."
Guiying nearly choked on his rice.
The entire table laughed while Granny Wu kept a perfectly serious expression.
Moments like that became common, and they were dangerous too.
Because happiness left room for other thoughts. Most days Guiying was content.
Most nights were different. When the village quieted and everyone retreated indoors, his thoughts inevitably wandered toward the same person.
Liuxian.
Guiying hated how easily it happened.
A month had passed.
An entire month.
He had left in anger, demanded space, and threatened consequences if anyone followed him.
Every one of those decisions had been his own. That didn’t stop the disappointment. Some foolish part of him still expected Liuxian to appear.
Every unfamiliar car entering the village caught his attention. Every stranger made him glance twice, and every disappointment felt slightly more embarrassing than the last.
He never spoke about it. There was no point. The villagers already knew enough of his business.
If Auntie Mo discovered he spent evenings wondering whether his husband missed him, she would probably organize a village-wide intervention.
The thought made him laugh. Unfortunately, it also made him miss Liuxian even more.
"Xiao Gui!" The familiar shout echoed from outside.
Guiying set the basket down on a nearby table and stepped into the courtyard. Speak of troublesome people. Granny Wu stood by the gate holding a woven basket large enough to smuggle livestock.
"Why are you hiding?" she asked.
"I wasn’t hiding," he replied.
She narrowed her eyes. "You answered too quickly."
"I answered normally," he argued.
Granny Wu still didn’t believe him "That’s suspicious," she said.
Guiying gave up immediately. Experience taught him that arguing with Granny Wu rarely produced useful results.
"Where are we going?"
"The Mo family," she answered. Realization hit him instantly.
Today was the pao cai gathering, or as Granny Wu privately described it, an organized excuse for elderly women to exchange gossip. "You’re smiling," she said.
"I know what’s waiting for me," he replied.
Granny laughed, patting his hand "You’ll survive,"
"I’m not worried about the vegetables," he admitted.
Granny Wu laughed. "Then you’d better pray Auntie Mo found a new victim this week."
By the time Guiying and Granny Wu arrived at the Mo family’s courtyard, most of the villagers had already gathered.
The spacious courtyard was lively without feeling crowded. Long wooden tables had been arranged beneath a large canopy, and every available surface seemed occupied by baskets of vegetables, bowls of spices, or trays of duck eggs waiting to be preserved.
Laughter drifted through the air alongside the aroma of brewed tea, creating the familiar atmosphere of a countryside gathering where work and socialising happened simultaneously.
Granny Wu had barely stepped through the gate before she was intercepted by several old friends.
The old woman immediately forgot about Guiying.
Not even a little guilt appeared on her face.
One moment they were walking together.
The next, she was halfway across the courtyard arguing about vegetable prices.
Guiying watched her disappear into the crowd and shook his head helplessly.
"Abandoned already?"
Before he could turn, Auntie Mo appeared and slipped an arm around his shoulders, looking delighted to see him.
"You should have come earlier."
"And miss my peaceful morning?"
Auntie Mo clicked her tongue.
"Young people have no appreciation for community."
She reached out and pinched his cheek before he could step back."You’re looking better."
Several women nearby immediately looked up.
"He is."
"The colour has returned to his face."
"His hair looks healthier too."
Guiying immediately regretted standing still long enough to be noticed.
Auntie Mo looked triumphant.
"You see? I told you."
Before she could continue, a voice came from somewhere behind them.
"Mom."
One word. It carried a whole morning’s worth of exhaustion inside it.
Guiying turned. A man stood a short distance away holding a large basin filled with vegetables. Judging by his expression, he had already spent the entire morning managing his mother’s enthusiasm.
The resemblance was unmistakable — the same eyes, same line of the jaw, same tendency to look mildly depleted by Auntie Mo.
The woman brightened instantly and grabbed his arm before he could redirect himself elsewhere.
"There you are." She turned toward Guiying with the pride of someone unveiling a priceless treasure. "This is my son."
The man set the basin down and extended his hand.
"Mo Juan. It’s nice to finally meet you."
Finally?
The word caught Guiying’s attention. A faint smile appeared on Mo Juan’s face when he noticed it had.
"My mother talks about you often."
The surrounding women burst into laughter. Auntie Mo looked pleased with herself. Mo Juan looked like a man who had just accidentally revealed something he had not planned to.
"Auntie Mo has been spreading rumours about me again?"
"Those aren’t rumours. Everything I said was completely true."
Mo Juan rubbed his forehead.
The movement suggested this was not the first time such a conversation had taken place in this courtyard.
"Should I be worried?" Guiying asked.
"Probably."
The answer came without hesitation. For a brief moment, both men looked at one another. Then they laughed. The sound drew approving smiles from several nearby aunties, and Auntie Mo noticed immediately.
Unfortunately, so did everyone else.
The woman looked from Mo Juan to Guiying, then back at Mo Juan again. Guiying’s instincts immediately started screaming, he had a bad feeling about this.
Mo Juan only sighed, knowing where this was heading to.
Neither reaction stopped her.
"My son finally came home from the city yesterday."