Chapter 2 — Master's Stupid Girl

The great war that day caused heavy losses to the major sects, blood spilled into rivers, and countless incomplete bodies. But strangely... The Demon Clan didn't give up the fight and suddenly retreated cleanly. I don't know the reason... but actually, I don't want to know either. All I know is... I was so scared that I fainted and was unconscious for two hours. When I woke up, the foggy forest had become a desolate battlefield. Everywhere there was only: • Broken branches and leaves, • Tilted tree trunks, • Dark red puddles of blood, piece by piece, the fishy smell rushed straight into the nose. I rubbed my eyes, my mind still dizzy. The first reaction is — check to see if my treasure is still there! Turning over and over, counting and counting... "So lucky, so lucky! It's just a moment of panic~~~" The forest was already dark, with a thick fog and toxic miasma. I - a woman whose hands were not tightly tied to a chicken - was worried that I would be in danger and no one would save me, so I hurriedly increased my pace. Just as I was about to leave, a bloody hand suddenly grabbed my ankle, causing me to shiver and scream. Look closely—it turns out to be human! 3 I softened my heart, so I carried him home and carefully wiped away the blood and dirt on his face. Just a glance, I was stunned. Sword eyebrows, red lips, skin as white as snow... Even if you close your eyes, it's easy to see that this is an extremely handsome person. If he opens his eyes... I'm afraid his beauty will fall! In my life, I have never seen anyone so beautiful - more beautiful than Nhi Hau at the village's head, and even usurped Phu Quy's position at the village gate! Being this handsome, not carrying a hoe to the fields is... a waste of heaven. Day after day, year after year... From the beginning he was wary of me, until now... obediently listening. He rarely speaks, never shows much emotion. When asked his name, he refused to tell me, so I followed the married girls in the village and called him "Little Lang Quan". When I first called him that, his ears turned red, then he shouted softly, his voice cold: "Don't call me that." Every time I went out the door, he would quietly follow, walking step by step, stopping step by step, and soon his hands were full of my candy bags. The village aunts saw this and teased: "Oh my, you have found a handsome and good husband!" I laughed and immediately denied: "He is not my husband!" When he heard that, his face turned black as coal, he snorted, then turned around and left, but not long after, he still secretly turned his head to see if I was following. Time gradually passed... Finally, Lang Tieu - his name, I learned later - must have been tired of hearing me call forever, so he ignored me, once, twice "Tieu Lang Quan", he didn't bother to refute anymore. The whole village knows that I picked up a handsome guy to take home. I never asked him what his background was, nor did he ask me. Things went on quietly like that... Until one day, I heard a neighbor's aunt call me "Stupid Girl", he suddenly mentioned my last name. I smiled brightly and replied: "My name is Ngoc Nu~" His face immediately turned cold and his voice was stern: "Think carefully." I scratched my head and honestly replied: "Oh... I can't remember." After hearing this... he became even more angry. The next day, he washed the old clothes I had stored away for many years, and accidentally discovered a small word embroidered on the cuff: "Ngan". From then on, he just called me "Tieu Ngan Tu". If anyone in front of him calls her "Stupid Woman", he immediately frowns and coldly corrects: "Her name is Tieu Ngan Tu. Not Ngoc Nu." If someone is stubborn, then behind his back... he will quietly fight until the other person turns pale in fear. Over time, no one in the whole village dared to call me Ngoc Nu, the name Tieu Ngan Tu spread throughout the village. Seeing him react so violently, I smiled and said: "Actually... being called Ngo Nu is not bad, there's no need to beat people so fiercely." Hearing that, his face became even darker, he turned around, stormed out of the room, and locked himself to hold his anger alone. Time is like flowing water, once gone it never comes back. Peaceful, good days... are always so short. 4 Lang Tieu's wound has completely healed, but he has no intention of leaving. On the contrary, he became more and more attached to me - carrying the bags of candy I liked to eat, never leaving an inch behind his back. When I angrily chased him away, he quietly crawled into my small kitchen, made all kinds of delicious dishes, and served them in front of me, his eyes as if afraid that I would leave him alone. Gradually, I no longer chased him away. Anyway... he plows the fields, waters them, chops firewood, he's good at everything. With him by my side... I am no longer afraid of anyone daring to bully a "fatherless, motherless" person like me. But since the time I called him "Little Lang Quan", he... hasn't paid attention to me for several days. We begin to see that something is wrong. Until one day — Lang Tieu's fiancee came to the door!!! Her name is Luc Y Y, she is a disciple of the sect on this mountain. Lang Tieu and she both came from famous families and were engaged since childhood - a predetermined "doll" marriage. Because of their innate qualities, both were brought into the sect to practice longevity. That year, right before the night of the great fairy-ghost war, Lang Tieu accidentally saw Luc Y Y attentively taking care of another senior brother. Furious in his heart, he ignored the upcoming wedding ceremony, drew his sword and rushed into the battlefield to kill demons - from then on there was no news. Decades passed. Famous clans, sects and families... all sent countless people to look for Lang Tieu, but... they all returned in vain. No one would have expected... that person who had been searching for something hard for decades, to live in hiding right at the foot of the sect, next to... a "stupid woman" like me. Luc Y Y cried and told that for many years she had longed for the night every day, every night she had nightmares, her sobs broke every time. I can't help but feel sad when I hear it. Because these past few years, he and I... have been together every morning and evening, almost like a shadow. Saying there is no love... is a lie. In the village, everyone asked: "When will you two get to work?" Before I could open my mouth, he answered one step ahead: "The third day of next month." He said he would do it, taking me to get clothes tailored, buy all the housewares and wedding clothes, and get ready for a simple but complete marriage ceremony. I used to think... just a little more time, he would completely belong to me. But today — “The duck was cooked to the brim… and it flew away.” As expected, good men... belong to others. In this life, for the first time, I felt a sharp, dense pain in my chest... like there were thousands of needles sticking into every inch of my skin. I clutched my chest, panted, my whole body seemed to have been drained of all strength, I sat down on the chair, unable to get up. At that moment, Lang Tieu - after being absent for half a day - walked in the door, saw my painful appearance, his face pale with horror. He quickly threw down the bag of candies he had just bought and rushed over, his eyes filled with anxiety like never before. No matter how stupid... me also understand. I can't steal someone else's fiance. I want to ask him... want to question him... if this is true. But my throat was so tight that even if I opened my mouth, I couldn't say a word. Only tears... couldn't hold back, falling drop by drop onto my cold hands. This is also the first time I cried in front of him. At that moment, Luc Y Y - whom I treated as air from beginning to end - suddenly made an "ah" sound, her whole body weakly collapsing to the ground. She sobbed, her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, her face looked as if she had been betrayed by her lover. Her voice was soft and trembling: "Lang brother... Y Y heard that you are about to get married to Miss Ngan Tu... You and Y Y... childhood sweethearts, deep love... Now, you... really don't need Y Y anymore?" Lang Tieu's eyes wavered. Just that blink of an eye... was enough to break my heart. I stopped crying, tried to stand up, put all my strength into suppressing all the emotions I couldn't bear to let go, each word, each word, like a knife cutting blood: "You... have a fiancee... Then... Follow her... go home."