Liang Yuening had just carried a bucket of water back from the river. As he entered, he saw his wife and Third Brother sitting on a small bench, and he felt deeply displeased inside. With a clang, he dropped the bucket heavily onto the ground and then strode towards his wife. The young wife was startled, "Yue Ning?" What was this about? Seeing Yue Ning , he seemed to have his feathers ruffled? Yue Ning said with suppressed anger, "Does it really matter so much whether they like you or not? Look, you’ve been cooking the communal meal, exhausting yourself for so long. Besides Aunt Lin, who else has shown any concern for you? Has anyone ever expressed a word of thanks to you?" Liang Yuening was very unhappy, feeling aggrieved for his young wife. "Reputation, it can neither be worn nor eaten, so does it really matter what others think of us, what outsiders think of us?" He continued, "I asked them to help me repair the house, but I gave them fair compensation. Yet you kindly cooked for them, and they show no concern for you..." He was angered by this, as the household usually refrained from letting his wife do any labor. But today... He had been holding back his anger, not exploding in front of everyone because he thought he must consider his wife’s face. He couldn’t quarrel with his wife in front of so many people. Afterward, he turned to Third Brother angrily: "How can you bear it? How can you be willing? Don’t you feel pity at all?" Shujun frowned slightly, "I can ignore what the outside world thinks; after all, our brothers have always lived . But it’s different for the wife." He looked at Dong Huiying helplessly, "Their avoidance and evasion would make the wife feel upset and add to her troubles. And if we were to move back here, we would have to spend a very long time in this village. Rather than have the wife feel sad each time she encounters them because of their fear, it’s better to solve this problem sooner." Those were Shujun’s thoughts. Then Shujun continued, "Actually, I can understand what you’re thinking as well. Anything that comes from the wife’s hands, even a grain of rice or a strand of vegetable, is good. Of course, it’s frustrating to let others benefit for nothing. But sometimes, what you think is right may not seem right to others. And just because something is not important to you doesn’t mean others really don’t care either." Everyone has different values, some can accept a solitary life ignored by others and even enjoy it. But there are also those who like to socialize, to make friends, who dislike loneliness and hate being alone. In this regard, Shujun’s thinking was much more advanced than Yue Ning’s. Sometimes he would offer objective advice to his wife, rarely mixing in his own personal emotions, and he never forcefully demanded that she change into another image, into the image he wanted. Because what he loved was her in her truest form, her as she is now. Not about playing some nurturing game, and certainly not about trying to change her under the guise of what’s best for her. She just needed to be herself. Yue Ning felt stifled, "But I..." He glanced at his young wife. Recalling the recent smoky kitchen, her face covered in sweat from the soot, and after those people had eaten their fill, although they praised his wife’s cooking skills, no one but Aunt Lin had said a word of thanks. Even among them, there was one person, that person looked at his wife with disdain in their eyes.