LOT -Chapter 259 There’s a Limit to Everything You Do

Lin Mo chewed vigorously on the dried meat, enjoying every bite.

“This jerky was made by my Xiao Bai. It’s mastered the essence of my mother’s technique. Do you two want to try some?”

She fished out two pieces of moderate size from her little pouch and handed them to the two people.

Bai Xiao looked a little dissatisfied. [I made you this much, and now you’re sharing it with others? Don’t you know how hard it is to make jerky?]

Lin Mo replied: [Ah, don’t be so stingy. There’s plenty at home. When we get back, you can make more for me, and make extra with the spicy flavor.]

Bai Xiao had become quite skilled at making small snacks. While he wasn’t particularly good at cooking full meals, he had a natural talent for all kinds of snacks.

Perhaps it was fate giving him one door closed but leaving a window open. Cooking meals was unpredictable: sometimes it would turn out great, sometimes not.

Listening to the two of them talk, the woman looked at the jerky in her hands with a distant expression.

She had never tasted anything her husband had made for her. People always talk about the pleasures of the marital chamber, yet she had never experienced them.

Since getting married, she had always been attending to her husband. The household had strict rules, and she had to follow them meticulously, leaving no room for error.

Even coming to the summer villa this time had required a long negotiation. After all, there were many sisters-in-law in the family, and not everyone could come. They all had to behave well in front of the elders.

Everyone said she had married well and that being valued by her husband was a sign of her good fortune.

But what did her husband’s “value” mean? It meant she had to personally care for him, even though there were maids at home.

Lin Mo had a pleasant conversation with this other lady and even shared some of her little snack-making tips.

Although the lady couldn’t cook herself, she had observed others doing it.

“Your husband isn’t bad. When it comes to having children, just let it happen naturally; there’s no need to rush. Pregnancy also depends on your state of mind. Being too anxious may prevent conception. Relax, take your time.”

Bai Xiao added: [Exactly, psychological factors are very important.]

The young lady laughed happily. “I think the same way. Sometimes, it’s just not the right time. I’ve only been married a short while, and I’m not worried about him taking concubines. Whether it’s a concubine or a child from a secondary wife, officially they’re still my children and will be raised under my guidance.”

“You’re right. I can adapt to him, but I’ll never let myself be wronged for him. Life is my own. It’s long, and I can’t live suppressing myself. I just need to be a good principal wife.”

In the capital, many wives who couldn’t bear children even proactively allowed their husbands to take concubines. For women, childbirth was like a gateway to fate—some lucky, some not.

Timid wives left the risk to others. Children born to concubines might be raised under the main wife’s care, but her status remained supreme.

Lin Mo internally praised: [Look at that attitude, such a healthy mindset.]

Bai Xiao added: [This lady is clear-headed. Her husband is good, and he truly loves her now.]

Lin Mo seized on one word: [“Now”? You mean he might change later?]

The young lady showed no expression, remaining calm.

Everyone said the couple was deeply in love, and indeed they were compatible—but “deep love to the point of life and death”? Not quite.

Her love was primarily for herself. Her husband didn’t have a single “most beloved” woman—he loved many things, and his career was his greatest passion.

Bai Xiao explained: [Matters of the heart can’t be absolute. They know their own feelings. This couple is respectful and harmonious, but it’s not life-and-death devotion. They are aware of this themselves.]

Yes, both parties are usually aware of the depth of their feelings. Some treat love seriously; for others, love is just a bonus. It depends on personal perspective.

After sitting there for a while, Lin Mo felt bored. After a brief farewell, she left.

After she left, the two women had nothing more to say and left soon after.

It’s unclear how today’s conversation affected the lady psychologically, but it likely helped her gain some clarity.

A young woman marries into a family and loses her identity and status. They flatter you with words, saying they value you—but in reality, they don’t.

Even with maids at home, being forced to do everything personally isn’t valuing; it’s torment.

Lin Mo wandered around the villa with Bai Xiao, greeting people and picking flowers to make a garland.

As she put it, if the flowers weren’t picked now, they would soon wither.

Bai Xiao remarked: “The other girls leave the flowers on the branches, nurturing them carefully. Why are you different?”

Lin Mo, proudly wearing the garland, said: “Why should I be like everyone else? I don’t have such delicate feelings. If I like it, I want to own it. Making a garland and wearing it is also a kind of beauty.”

Bai Xiao: “Don’t you think it’s destroying life?”

Lin Mo: “You can’t put it that way. Flowers are alive, yes, but so is the chicken, duck, and fish we eat. These are cultivated by us. Picking one or two flowers doesn’t kill the roots. There’s a limit to everything you do. Don’t trap yourself too tightly. Overthinking ruins your mood.”

If you overthink every act as if it were taking a life, you’re just torturing yourself.

Lin Mo had suffered enough in her past life. This life, she wanted to be happy. There’s a limit to everything—just don’t go overboard. Everything else can be as it is.

Watching Lin Mo carefree, Bai Xiao smiled helplessly and patted her head: “You’re right. Let’s go make some flower cakes for you.”