[Urban] Enticing Fertile Fields: Aunt's Fertile Soil (Complete) - 22-24

089: Indulging in Pleasure 1

089: Indulging in Pleasure Haotian remained motionless, his hands supporting the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at Fanxia. Fanxia also looked at Haotian, contracting her vagina forcefully, and asked Haotian, "Is it good?"

"It's wonderful—how can it be so good?—If I didn't have you, I really couldn't live!"

Haotian said, tightly embracing Fanxia and greedily stroking her back.

"I can't live without you either! I really can't live without you!"

Fanxia said passionately under Haotian's caresses, then arched her body several times, saying, "I really can't love you as much as you do!"

"Let's hold each other tightly and talk about building a house!"

Haotian said.

"With Nanbangguo inside, how can you think about anything else? I'm making you dizzy with pleasure. Let's talk about building a house tomorrow!"

Fanxia was already immersed in pleasure.

Haotian grabbed Fanxia's buttocks and thrust in hard, Fanxia's vaginal walls tightly gripping and sucking his penis.

"Darling, darling! -- You've made me all wet down there again!"

Fan Xia reached back to support the bed, her watery eyes looking at Hao Tian. "Do you think people have it as easy as us?"

"Definitely not as easy. My penis is thick and long, and it goes deep. Who can enjoy that?"

Hao Tian looked into Fan Xia's eyes, his penis seeming to explode.

"Actually, it's not about size or thickness. Even if you were smaller, I would still kiss you. In fact, yours isn't much bigger than others! It's mainly because my feelings for you are deep. Think about how many years our relationship has lasted!"

Fan Xia said, shaking her body.

"Of course,"

Hao Tian then seized the opportunity to ask, "But tell me, how much bigger am I than them? Is bigger good or bad? People say women love big ones, right?"

"I feel yours is a little longer, and it is indeed thick, but most importantly, it's incredibly hard! Women are most afraid of soft things, they'll ruin them!"

Fan Xia said, shaking her body again. She felt that hard penis was really good.

If Haotian hadn't been penetrated by Yang Lianfang today, how could he have held on? Now, despite Fan Xia's shaking, he remained motionless inside.

"Today, take a ruler and measure it for me, see how long and thick it really is,"

Haotian said, proud of his large penis. Hearing Fan Xia say it wasn't particularly outstanding, he felt a little disappointed.

"Fine! You think bigger is better, right? Yours is big enough. Any bigger and it won't be good. With your size, young women would have a hard time. If it were any bigger, I'd be scared!"

Fan Xia saw through Haotian's thoughts from his expression.

"So, you're saying mine is the most standard, the kind women love the most?"

Haotian perked up again.

"Of course, but if someone loves you, do you have to love them back?"

Fan Xia questioned.

"What? I was just saying,"

Haotian said, looking at Fanxia's cute face. "But what if I were being pursued by another woman?"

Fanxia got angry when she heard Haotian ask such a question. She moved back away from Haotian, her face full of displeasure, and said, "I don't know if you love me or are angry with me. Why are you asking me this at a time like this? Is someone pursuing you?"

Haotian panicked and quickly knelt down beside Fanxia, saying, "No, I meant 'if,' it was hypothetical. Haven't you thought about someone pursuing me?"

Fanxia grabbed Haotian's penis and said, "How could I not have thought about it? But no matter who pursues you, you can't be with them, you know? Didn't you already promise me? I'm afraid you'll mess around with other people, and you have to say this at this time, which is so annoying. You're so mean!"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and pressed her face against Haotian's erection.

"Go find a ruler and measure it for me!"

Haotian said, stroking Fanxia's soft hair.

"Hmm,"

Fan Xia touched the glistening glans with her lips a few times, then got out of bed to find a ruler. Hao Tian followed her into the living room.

Fan Xia drew the curtains, took a measuring tape from a small drawer next to the computer desk, pressed down on Hao Tian's erect penis, and measured it from above, saying, "Sixteen and a half, not quite seventeen, let's say seventeen."

"If you measure it a little further in, it'll be seventeen. Besides, why are you measuring from the top? You're measuring from the bottom."

Hao Tian felt Fan Xia's measurement method was wrong.

Fan Xia laughed and said, "You are measuring from the bottom, of course it's longer if you measure from the bottom, but can it even go in?" As

she spoke, she measured from the hard base, saying, "Twenty-five or six centimeters, that's not how you measure."

"So my thing is just average, not a big one. Let's see the girth."

Hao Tian said.

“Your thing is pretty straight, about the same thickness from top to bottom, let’s measure it from the middle,”

Fan Xia said as she measured it. “Exactly fifteen centimeters thick.”

“Then why do you call me Donkey Drop? This is nothing like a donkey drop!”

Hao Tian was disappointed.

“Oh dear! You’re such a child, getting upset! If I really had a donkey drop, I’d be terrified! Calling it a donkey drop is just a way of saying it, haven’t you ever seen one yourself? A donkey drop that long, can a person’s vagina even fit it? Actually, your thing is really about the same thickness as a donkey drop, don’t be so greedy! With it being so thick, I’m afraid it will stretch my lower body too much and I won’t be able to pull it back down, turning it into a loose vagina!”

Fan Xia was both criticizing and comforting him.

"Hahaha,"

Haotian laughed, hugged Fanxia, and kissed her, saying, "I was afraid you'd think it was too small. If you don't, that's great. Does a larger size really stretch things out?"

"You naughty boy!"

Fanxia pressed her finger against Haotian's nose, then put the measuring tape in the drawer and turned back to say, "I exercise regularly, and it works wonders. If I hadn't exercised, it would have been loose long ago."

Haotian suddenly remembered Liu Huahua's loose vagina, and Liu Meimei and Hu Lian's vaginas weren't tight either. He thought Fanxia's tightness and strength were probably due to exercise. But could Yang Lianfang also exercise? Then he thought of Zhen Guoxiang and asked, "Does Zhen Guoxiang have any children?"

"No children? She didn't have any the first year, they said it was from contraception. She still didn't have any the second year. Both of them went to the hospital for checkups, and they said there were no problems, but her belly is still flat, so she can't get pregnant yet,"

Fanxia said.

"I knew it. She still looks like a girl,"

Haotian said.

089: Enjoy

Love 2 "She's not that old to begin with, I don't even know if she's 20 yet, and she's still not married. Her father-in-law makes a lot of money from gambling and selling cigarettes and noodles. With Liu Shengzhong's limited abilities, Zhen Guoxiang couldn't possibly live with him,"

Fan Xia said.

"Who cares about who they are! Let's have some fun in the living room, aren't you cold?"

Hao Tian said.

"It's hot, not cold at all!"

Fan Xia clearly agreed.

Haotian then stood behind Fan Xia, scrutinizing her buttocks, and said, "Absolutely stunning, absolutely stunning! The lines are like they were drawn; even if you couldn't draw, you couldn't capture such beauty!"

"Well, then you must love me, and no one else!"

Fan Xia turned around and said.

Haotian agreed, greedily stroking her plump, round buttocks for a while before telling her to climb onto the coffee table.

Fan Xia climbed onto the coffee table, and Haotian continued stroking her white buttocks, saying, "I truly admire your parents; two illiterate people could actually write such a good article—no, it should be called a good poem, truly thought-provoking!"

"You even asked my parents to join you, you little rascal!"

Fan Xia said, shaking her buttocks.

"Go tell your mother! Tell her I said you two are really good at creating people, creating a beauty unlike any before or since."

After saying that, Haotian slapped Fan Xia's round buttocks twice, making a "slap slap" sound.

"You're bullying me,"

Fan Xia said coquettishly, shaking her bottom. "See, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

"Then go to sleep! I'm going to sleep too,"

Hao Tian said, and left.

"You little rascal, you really left!"

Fan Xia was a little anxious, genuinely thinking Hao Tian was gone.

Hao Tian heard her and turned back, saying, "I went to get the computer so you could see the lyrics I wrote. Did you think I'd leave? You're usually so clever, but you've made a foolish mistake!"

Fan Xia made a pursing gesture at him, and Hao Tian went back to get the computer.

Hao Tian took the computer, turned it on, and looked for the lyrics he had written. Fan Xia went to the east bedroom and found her pajamas. After they both put them on, Fan Xia closed the living room door.

Fan Xia asked Hao Tian to read it to her. Hao Tian said, "I wrote this imitating a section of lyrics from Liu Xuemei's song in 'The Brahma Palace.'"

"Is it that section, 'The South Wind Blows in April, the Wheat Turns Yellow'?"

Fan Xia asked.

"Yes, Wang Ai'ai sings that part really well. Can you sing it?"

Hao Tian said.

“Of course I can sing it. I’ve sung it countless times. People ask me to sing it over and over again. Please read it slowly,”

Fan Xia said happily.

Haotian said, "When I was little, I only knew you sang well, but I didn't know what you sang. So I'll recite it for you—In July, the golden wind blows, turning green to yellow. The crops in Guyang Village are thriving, and I'm busy working with joy. It seems the soil is full of good nutrients, and we can't forget the golden light shining within. Sweat drips, we cultivate in our hometown. We stay by their side day after day, undeterred by the heat or the cold. We rejoice when the seedlings are strong, worry when they're weak, hoping they'll grow tall. Strong seedlings bring joy, withered seedlings bring sorrow. We always hope for enough water to prevent drought, irrigating the fertile fields with joy. Only with diligent hands and legs, without complaint, can the seedlings grow in rows on the fertile soil. Heaven and earth are most fair to people; it's wrong to complain about heaven and earth. We greet the rising sun with delight, and hurry to the irrigation canal. Looking up at the fields again, looking at the fields again, we see the corn growing luxuriantly. Its luxuriance stirs our hearts. I'm overjoyed, smiling broadly. Ah—ah~~~~~~~~~~ah~~~" "Fan Xia listened carefully word by word. After Haotian finished reading, he said: "The writing is not bad, but I feel that it is completely copied from others, but I still wrote some content. I think it would be better to change the first two sentences. It would be better to change the beginning to "In July, the golden wind blows to Guyang Township, the crops are prosperous, and everyone is happy and busy with work."

"Yes, but my lyrics seem to be about the village, but they are actually about myself." "

Haotian said.

"Everyone can hear this. You are really interesting. You are not even related to that incident. I think it is better to write about things in the village instead of just talking about that. "

Fan Xia said with a smile, "Would it be better to change the phrase 'I'm not afraid of frost on the ground' to 'falling frost' at the end?

"You are so awesome. You can remember it after reading it once?" "

Haotian said in surprise.

"People were surprised when I memorized the lyrics, and I was also surprised. Not only did I remember the lyrics quickly, but I couldn't forget them after I remembered them. I'll sing it to you again, and I'll sing it again in the altered version. Do you think I've remembered it? "

Fan Xia said confidently.

"Great!"

Haotian said.

Fan Xia immediately faced Haotian, assuming a singing posture as if stepping onto a stage.

Haotian told her to take off her clothes and sing completely naked. Fan Xia initially disagreed, but seeing Haotian's insistence, she twisted and pulled herself naked.

Fan Xia didn't dare to sing at the top of her lungs, but Haotian still found it very beautiful. He didn't care about the computer screen, only admiring Fan Xia's naked performance. Fan Xia sang the lyrics he had composed for her in six or seven minutes, word for word, like drinking fine wine, intoxicated and delighted. After Fan

Xia finished singing, Haotian picked her up and ran to the north bedroom.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm burning up! Hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck me, I can't take it!"

Haotian teased Fan Xia playfully, then covered her with a blanket, and then hugged and kissed her.

Fan Xia was so overwhelmed by Haotian that she didn't even have a chance to speak. She liked Haotian's passionate manipulation and even ravaging of her.

After kissing her, Haotian presented her with his enormous, fiery penis, as hard as a pillar of fire. Overjoyed, she was already wet with desire. She untied the covers, spread her legs, and waited for Haotian to mount her.

Knowing Fan Xia wanted it, Haotian knelt between her legs and thrust his long spear accurately inside her. He then braced himself on the bed with his elbows, supporting Fan Xia's head, and pressed himself against her. He kissed her as he thrust, his movements alternating between shallow and deep strokes—the first few shallow, then a powerful thrust. Fan Xia moaned and writhed, responding in perfect harmony. Eventually, their bodies collided with loud sounds.

Fan Xia's consciousness blurred, and she cried out softly. Haotian watched the changes in her facial expressions: sometimes frowning, sometimes opening her mouth wide, sometimes glaring, sometimes looking like she was in pain, sometimes like she was laughing. He continued his relentless assault.

Fan Xia suddenly trembled, her hands flailing, arms outstretched, head raised, eyes wide, mouth agape, facing Hao Tian. Hao Tian felt Fan Xia gush, a tingling sensation running through his glans, and then, unstoppable, his penis continued to ejaculate into Fan Xia's uterus.

Instantly, both of them collapsed. Hao Tian rolled over, crawling onto the bed, one hand still pressed against Fan Xia's breast. Fan Xia closed her eyes to rest, her other hand resting on Hao Tian's head.

After about five or six minutes, Hao Tian lay on his side next to Fan Xia, one arm under her head, the other hand touching her genitals, saying, "The soil is full of good nutrients, we must not forget the golden light that shines within. Sweat drips, cultivating our hometown. We stay together every day, regardless of the heat or the cold."

"My goodness! This is what you wrote in your lyrics, you're so talented!"

Fan Xia said with a lazy smile.

Haotian said, "Let me make one up for you right now—'Kissing on the chicken's back,'—'Lots of water flowed up and down.'—'The woman was happy, the man was beautiful, neither of them lost out.'—'Sucking on the nipple, sucking on the rod, unable to help but spread their legs, speeding up the thrusting.'—'Honey gushed from the opening, the bullet shot in, trembling and turning into a soft heap of mud.'

After hearing this, Fanxia wanted Haotian to have sex with her, so Haotian went up again, using about the same time and method as before, and then the two of them fell asleep.

090: Tender hands are so soft

090: Tender hands are so soft Xianmei arrived at Fanxia's house at ten o'clock the next morning. Fanxia was not at work, and was discussing the house construction with Haotian. Because they were preparing for a large contract, they didn't need to handle the material preparation themselves; they just needed to send their own people to check the quality later."

When it comes to designing the style, they need to come up with a basic idea. Originally, they planned to build one floor underground and one floor above ground, but now they can only build a small two-story house.

This was Haotian's idea, but Fanxia thought a small two-story house was useless; one floor would be enough.

On this issue, Haotian completely ignored Fanxia's advice and insisted on his opinion, which Fanxia couldn't understand. So, an argument ensued. After arguing for a long time, Haotian still wouldn't change his mind, and Fanxia had no choice but to give in.

However, when discussing how to design the door, Fanxia couldn't understand Haotian's thinking even more. Haotian insisted on adding a back door, saying it was for convenience. Fanxia disagreed, believing that a back door would only shorten the walk by a few steps and wasn't safe.

Xianmei entered while they were arguing. After she came in, Fanxia and Haotian asked her a few questions before continuing their discussion.

Haotian believed that as long as two high-quality doors were installed, safety wouldn't be a problem. Fanxia asked Xianmei if installing a back door was a good idea, and Xianmei smiled and said she thought it was fine either way.

Fan Xia was initially unhappy, but later thought it was better for men to have their own opinions. She also reflected on herself; Chang Hongyun hadn't been involved in anything before, and she'd always made the decisions herself. She was probably used to being in charge, and felt uncomfortable when she couldn't be in charge for a while.

Hao Tian saw that Fan Xia finally agreed with his opinion and felt that this woman was trustworthy; otherwise, many conflicts would arise between them later.

Hao Tian was a strong-willed person; he always wanted things to be accomplished. Although Fan Xia was also strong-willed, she always had to yield to Hao Tian. "Yielding is fine," she thought, "as long as he does a good job, yielding is only right."

Xian Mei happened to arrive, and Hao Tian made a request of her, wanting her to work harder, not only as an accountant and cashier, but also as a supervisor, mainly in paying for materials herself and carefully inspecting the goods.

Xian Mei readily agreed, but said she was afraid she wouldn't know the quality of the materials and might be cheated. Hao Tian said, "If you pay attention, how can you be cheated? They all have names and models."

In the afternoon, after Fan Xia went to work, Hao Tian asked Xian Mei about her job search. Xian Mei frowned and said it was difficult; even if she spent money, there was nowhere to spend it. Hao Tian assured her not to worry, that there would definitely be a way. Hao Tian didn't directly say he would help her find a solution, but simply reassured Xian Mei that it would be resolved.

Xian Mei thought Hao Tian was just comforting her and didn't even consider that he would actually help her.

Xian Mei sat opposite him, her youthful aura radiating from her, clearly different from the feeling he got from Fan Xia, who was sexy, mature, and charming.

Hao Tian secretly compared them, and still preferred Fan Xia. He liked maturity, sexiness, and charm; young girls, though pure, seemed immature to him. However, he suddenly felt as if he had discovered a treasure, finding Xian Mei's hands particularly captivating.

Xian Mei kept rubbing her hands; they were long, shapely, and shimmering with a light, without a single bone or wrinkle, even the seams between the bones were smooth. This was something Fan Xia lacked. Although Fan Xia took great care of her hands, they were still worn out from a lot of work and couldn't compare to Xian Mei's.

He wondered why he hadn't noticed how beautiful Xian Mei's hands were those past few days, especially during their time in the orchard. A wicked thought suddenly crossed his mind: if those hands held his large penis, it would feel incredibly good; he could probably bring her to orgasm just by using his hands.

Xian Mei noticed him staring at her hands and began to stroke them even more frequently. Hao Tian felt a little awkward and went to the bathroom to wash his face, calming his throbbing erection before coming out.

After Gao Jian arrived, Hao Tian and Xian Mei were already seriously discussing building the house.

"You two are truly a match made in heaven!"

Gao Jian said as soon as he entered.

Xianmei blushed and said, "Oh! Uncle Gao Jian, what are you saying!"

Gao Jian said, "What? You're about the same age and both college graduates. Haotian is back to farm, and you've just graduated from college. It's the perfect time to find a partner. Am I wrong?"

Haotian said, "Xianmei and Changyu are looking for each other! You might not know. I hired Xianmei to manage the money. She's both the bookkeeper and the person who takes the money. She has quite a bit of power. I also hired Grandpa Changyu to supervise the work. Uncle Gao Jian, you don't have any objections, do you?"

Gao Jian said, "What objections could I have? This is your employer's business. We call it a large contract, but it's not really a large contract. I'm just making things convenient for you, saving you the trouble of finding people and places to buy things yourself. Because you're not familiar with it, finding people and places takes time and effort. We do this often and know a lot of people, so it's much easier. We just do it as a side job. As for supervising the work, I suggest you hire the quality inspection department. What does Grandpa Changyu know? He doesn't understand, and I'm afraid he'll give you bad advice. You might not listen to him at all."

“It’s alright. He says he’s supervising, but really he just helps me look after the site, like bringing in sand, stones, and cement, checking the quality, and going over the quantities with Xianmei,”

Haotian said.

“That’s fine. But you don’t know, that old man likes to show off and boss people around. Luckily, there are many craftsmen in our village who know him. He’s become quite arrogant these past few years, probably because his eldest daughter is a celebrity now,”

Gao Jian said.

They then discussed some things related to the house construction, including the boiler room, heating, septic tank, and the erection of a tombstone.

After discussing everything, they chatted for a short while before Gao Jian received a call from the village chief, who wanted him to go to the village committee as soon as possible, saying there was something important to discuss.

Haotian saw Gao Jian off at the door. Gao Jian explained that the demolition crew would be coming tomorrow morning, and they should prepare in advance, checking what needed to be vacated.

After seeing Gao Jian off, Haotian returned and told Xianmei he wanted to visit his yard and house. Xianmei said she wanted to go too.

They entered Haotian's yard next door together. Xianmei exclaimed in amazement at how large the yard was, even bigger than Changyu's. Haotian said, "My father is a man who likes to build things, you can tell from this yard he built when he was young."

Xianmei said, "You have your father's style, you also like to build things."

"I haven't succeeded yet, the winner is king, the loser is a bandit, I still need to stand the test of time,"

Haotian said modestly.

Entering the house, Haotian looked around and saw nothing of value. Looking around, he naturally recalled the scene of making love with Fanxia in this very house.

This house was about to be demolished, and he felt a pang of nostalgia. The spot where

he was standing was the very place where he and Fanxia had first made love, seven or eight years ago, the scene still vivid in his mind.

She stood on the ground, suddenly hugged Fanxia, hesitated for a moment, then Fanxia pulled down her pants, revealing her large, white buttocks. At that moment, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest, he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, his breath quickened, his lower body tensed, most afraid that Fanxia would change her mind again.

She didn't change her mind; in fact, after Haotian entered, she became particularly proactive. Haotian still remembers Fan Xia's appearance clearly. It was that appearance and the extreme pleasure that were deeply imprinted in Haotian's heart, leading to several days of constant intimacy.

Seeing Haotian lost in thought, Xianmei said, "You have deep feelings for this old house, don't you? The way you look at it is different."

"Yes! Some memories from my youth are so deep, unforgettable,"

Haotian said affectionately.

Xianmei naturally didn't understand the implied meaning in Haotian's words; she only felt that Haotian wasn't the type to easily tire of the old and crave the new, and that he still cherished the old house so much. Therefore, she admired and liked Haotian even more.

Haotian suddenly noticed the "golden cudgel" he used to play with as a child was still in the corner. He picked it up and ran it around, when suddenly his finger stung, feeling a thorn stuck in it.

"That's bad!"

Haotian looked at his finger.

"What's wrong?"

Xianmei picked up the cudgel and looked at it, saying, "Look, this cudgel is covered in thorns."

"It's been sitting there for years, it's not the same as it used to be, it's got thorns. I remembered when I was little, imitating Sun Wukong practicing with the golden cudgel, I couldn't help but pick it up and want to swing it around a bit, it was my favorite toy back then."

Haotian said, looking at his finger again.

"I see, it's stuck deep, isn't it?"

Xianmei said, taking Haotian's hand in hers and looking at his thorny finger.

After Xianmei held his hand, Haotian suddenly felt a soft, comfortable sensation, a strangely strong electric shock.

He had held many women's hands, but these were the most wonderful hands he had ever had, the beauty lingering in his heart was indescribable. He couldn't remember what it felt like to hold Fan Xia's hand for the first time; it certainly wasn't this exciting. In his memory, her large, round, white buttocks were what truly etched in his mind. As for other women, needless to say, he had no recollection of them. But the beauty that Xianmei's hand gave him was simply too wonderful.

Xianmei looked at it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so

she said, "Let's see if we can pick it out with a needle! Let's go over there, find a needle over there, and I'll pick it out for you." Xianmei held Haotian's hand, and the joy she felt was indescribable; her heart was pounding. But she hadn't forgotten Haotian's statement in the orchard, so she didn't dare to go too far.

Because she was happy, she walked with more energy and looked even more beautiful. Haotian occasionally looked at Xianmei's cheerful and excited appearance and felt once again that Xianmei was indeed a good woman.

In Fan Xia's room, Xianmei found a needle in a drawer inside a cabinet. She then tucked Haotian's arm under her armpit and carefully used the needle to remove a small thorn, about the thickness of a needle tip, from the palm of her right index finger, showing it to Haotian.

"I'm so weak, even such a small splinter is making me so uncomfortable,"

Haotian said, looking at the tiny splinter.

"Don't say that. If you can't get it out, it might even get infected,"

Xianmei said, rubbing the spot on Haotian's finger where she had removed the splinter. "How does it feel? Different from before, right?"

Haotian said, "Very different! Thank you so much for removing that splinter!"

"If you want to thank me, remember it in your heart, don't just say it and then forget it!"

Xianmei said, her face flushing, before letting go of Haotian's hand. Xianmei

put the needle away and turned on the TV. Haotian said he was going to the east room. The two of them were thinking the same thing—they were both afraid that Fan Xia would come back and see them together. Haotian

turned on his computer and quickly wrote down his feelings in rhyming verses: Tender hands, sweet as jade, smooth as cream, pure gold. Slender, round, and lustrous, a touch electrifies the whole body. If you ask why they are so beautiful, it's because their bodies are all water.

091: A Dream Within a Dream

Fan Xia returned home from work and saw one person watching TV in the living room and the other typing in the east room. After greeting them both, she went to cook dinner, while Xianmei continued to help Fan Xia with the cooking. After dinner, Haotian went to the north end of the house to discuss the demolition with Fan Xia's father.

Fan Xia and Xianmei chatted while watching TV. When Haotian returned around 10 PM, they each took a room and started preparing for bed. Since they both had to get up early the next day, they went to sleep early.

Suddenly, Xianmei saw Haotian sitting at the dining table, and Fan Xia brought a glass of water from the kitchen. After Fan Xia placed the glass on the table, she put one hand on Haotian's shoulder. Haotian looked up and grabbed Fan Xia's other hand.

Fan Xia looked like she had just washed her hair; it was still wet, and she was wearing a nightgown that she could only wear at home.

Haotian said something, and Fan Xia smiled shyly and playfully slapped Haotian's thigh.

Haotian stood up and started playing with Fanxia's hair. Fanxia obediently let him handle her wet hair.

Suddenly, Haotian hugged Fanxia tightly, her hair pressed against his face. Fanxia tried to push him away, but seeing she couldn't, she gave up.

Then Haotian reached for her lips. She hesitated for a moment, then let him kiss her. As he kissed her, Haotian rubbed Fanxia's body with his hands. Fanxia weakly backed away.

Haotian tried to take off Fanxia's nightgown, but seeing that she only pushed him away once, he didn't. The nightgown was loose and was easily removed.

Haotian then unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts. He quickly opened his mouth and sucked on one nipple, then rubbed the other breast and nipple with his hands. After a while, he sucked on the other nipple, while his hands continued to caress Fanxia's thighs, then reached into her underwear and began to touch her.

Fan Xia's eyes were closed, her head tilted slightly back. Hao Tian pulled down her panties, revealing her pubic hair. It wasn't sparse, about three or four fingers wide at the top, neatly trimmed and close to her skin.

Hao Tian rubbed her pubic hair for a while, then moved to her breasts, alternating between sucking and kissing her nipples. Fan Xia looked at Hao Tian tenderly. Hao Tian took off his clothes, and Fan Xia reached out and grasped his hard penis, stroking it up and down.

Fan Xia bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on the round, protruding glans, then opened her mouth and lowered her head to suckle it, occasionally sticking out her tongue to lick it.

Hao Tian suddenly picked Fan Xia up, carrying her all the way to a pillar before putting her down. Fan Xia leaned against the pillar, sticking out her tongue.

Hao Tian sucked on the tip of her tongue, his hands constantly kneading her breasts, then lowered his head to suckle one nipple, using his lips and tongue to lick and suck it, gradually kissing downwards until he reached her genitals.

He crouched down, his face pressed between her thighs. His hand stroked her pubic hair. She spread her legs, and he teased her clitoris with his tongue, sucking and licking it.

Fan Xia's labia majora were almost hairless, appearing shiny and clean. She pressed his head down, stroking his hair.

He stood up, his penis erect. She caressed his penis, and he aimed it at her vaginal opening, inserting it deeply. He didn't immediately thrust in and out, but held it tightly, slowly grinding with the base.

He gently pinched her nipples with his hand, and gradually, she closed her eyes, thrusting her lower body towards him. Hao Tian pulled out part of his penis, then pushed it all the way in with a thrust of his hips, holding her tightly, motionless.

Fan Xia was breathing heavily. He lowered his head and sucked on her breast, gently biting her nipple in his mouth. Her body twisted restlessly. He asked her something, and she nodded. He then began to slowly thrust in and out.

She opened her eyes, her hair plastered to her forehead with fine beads of sweat, her red lips slightly parted, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

The thrusting below gradually quickened, her brow furrowing occasionally as she exhaled deeply. His pace increased, and she gripped his shoulders with both hands, her mouth clenched tightly, her lips wide open. He grasped her breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Suddenly, her eyes rolled upwards and then closed, her body swaying.

She clung tightly to him, he pressed close to her, his mouth sucking on her tongue, her body trembling, her legs bending as if she wanted to squat.

He pulled out his hard penis, went to the living room, fetched a leather chair, and sat down, his penis erect.

As she approached, he pulled her head and kissed her face and hair. She lowered her head, spread her legs, and straddled his penis; they moved in tandem, and she sat down, sinking into him. His hands slowly moved from her back to her buttocks.

She swayed up and down and side to side for a while, then he picked her up and stood her up. Hanging on him, she moved up and down in rhythm with his lifting movements, her movements incredibly agile.

After stopping, he carried her around the open space in front of the pillar four or five times, then carried her to the north bedroom.

Xianmei, peeking through a corner of the curtain, stared wide-eyed, her heart pounding, her lower body damp, and her mouth dry. After Haotian carried Fanxia back to the north bedroom, she quickly lay down on the bed, wanting to get a drink of water, but dared not.

She thought that if she went out to get water now and Fanxia heard her, she would definitely suspect her of spying on them.

After lying down and turning off the light, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Seeing that the light in the hallway was still on, she put on a robe, intending to peek through a corner of the curtain. To her surprise, she saw Fanxia carrying a glass of water coming out of the kitchen.

She was puzzled; she hadn't heard the door open before Haotian came in, as she didn't know that the storage room had a door leading to the east room.

Xianmei held her breath, peeking furtively. At first, she saw Fanxia glance in their direction, but then Fanxia stopped looking, completely absorbed in her enjoyment, utterly oblivious to anything else. Haotian seemed to have deliberately let her see, carrying Fanxia to the pillar, where she could see everything clearly.

Xianmei, witnessing this scene, couldn't tell whether she felt joy or pain. She was joyful to see Haotian naked, but pained that he had actually chosen a woman more than ten years his senior, ignoring her advances.

Although she knew Haotian's heart belonged to Fanxia, a sliver of hope remained subconsciously. She had planned to slowly win him over while he built his house, but witnessing Haotian and Fanxia's intimate moment shattered that hope.

However, another thought suddenly surfaced: if they couldn't be husband and wife, could she not secretly give herself to him?

If Fanxia could do such a thing, why couldn't she do the other way around? On the surface, she seemed so approachable and proper, yet she always did things that couldn't be seen in public.

But then she thought, these things are mutual, and no one else can interfere. Yes! As long as the two people are willing, no one can stop them—this thought surfaced in her mind.

Haotian held an extremely strong attraction for her. After much consideration, she tried to be indifferent to him, but doing so caused her immense pain.

She loved him; seeing him made her feel comfortable, incredibly comfortable; not seeing him was like the end of the world.

Now that she couldn't see them, she imagined Fan Xia enjoying herself in the north bedroom, and felt a pang of jealousy. If it weren't for this woman, Haotian would definitely be there; she could sense that Haotian liked her.

But thinking about how focused Haotian had been and how much Fan Xia had enjoyed herself, she felt pain and sorrow again!

Thinking like this, tossing and turning, she gradually became confused.

Suddenly, she felt her tightly closed lips being kissed. She tensed up, her breathing became labored, and her mouth slowly opened.

The man sucked her tongue into his mouth, one hand around her head, the other reaching inside his shirt to caress her back, then down her waist to her buttocks.

She sensed something was about to happen and tried to push him away, but couldn't. Her face flushed, she tried to say, "No, I'm scared!"

The man noticed and asked what she was scared of. She tried to say, "I'm scared—scared—I'm pregnant."

He ignored her and began kissing her passionately. She was kissed and caressed for a long time, then whispered, "Just once."

He then continued kissing and caressing her. He stroked her round, firm breasts, sucking on her small, delicate nipples in turn; she felt incredibly good.

He kissed her mouth for a long time, then moved downwards, kissing and sucking on her genitals, from her clitoris to her vaginal opening.

Her heart raced. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers. Her weak hands seemed only to express that she wasn't a promiscuous girl and wanted to maintain her dignity.

She weakly pushed him away, but then clung tightly to his shoulders, as if afraid of losing something. She opened her mouth, letting him savor her smooth tongue, then sucked his saliva and tongue into her mouth. His left hand caressed her back, while his right hand's movements on her buttocks changed from caressing to grasping and kneading. She didn't speak; she could only make "hmm" and "ah" sounds, but couldn't utter a sound.

His left hand touched her skin, then smoothly removed her vest, while his right hand slipped inside her panties. He wanted to fully grasp her smooth and elastic buttocks, but his hand couldn't even hold half of them, so he could only knead and squeeze them. When he tried to move his right hand to the front, she resisted.

At this moment, he gently blew into her ear with the lips that had been kissing her earlobe. She felt a tremor run through her body, as if she were suffocating, unable to resist. He grasped her tender, mysterious flesh, and a wave of blissful pleasure instantly spread throughout her body.

She let his five fingers freely caress her private parts, her middle finger pressing between her labia minora, then slowly pressing and moving his fingers, finally stopping at the entrance of her vagina and gently rubbing, while the heel of his palm stroked her clitoris.

He kissed her from her neck to her chest, then slipped his tongue into her cleavage. Her breathing was loud, as if she wanted to cry out. Her vagina was warming up, and his middle finger was wet. He pulled down her panties, and beneath the damp pubic hair, her juices washed over his fingers. He

ripped off her last piece of clothing, her bra, and two snow-white, full breasts jumped before his eyes. The tender breasts were hemispherical and high, with small, purplish-black areolas, each with a nipple like a black date.

He pressed his knee against her wet vulva, continuing to play with her clitoris, then freed his hands to bury between her breasts, burying his head in her cleavage and licking the base of her breasts. Her delicate breasts rubbed against his cheeks, and he trembled as he grasped and kneaded her breasts with both hands.

He kissed her entire breast, finally taking her right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nipple, saliva wetting the areola. His right hand rubbed the left one, then he switched to the left, taking the now hardened nipple into his mouth, then back to the right, sucking on the nipple with abandon, gently biting the areola, carefully savoring her two snow-white mounds.

She wanted to speak, but no sound came out when she opened her mouth; her soft hands gripped his already hard penis. She was usually a reserved girl, but now she had become a piece of flesh beneath him, satisfying his desire. Her tongue was so dry it felt like it was going to be pulled into her stomach; she had become a thirsty girl.

Before he left her breast, he bit her nipple again, pinching the other as if trying to squeeze milk out. He used considerable force, but she didn't feel any pain.

He slowly kissed from her cleavage to her navel, the small opening on her smooth abdomen filled with his saliva.

Next, he gently stroked the upper part of her clitoris with his left index finger, causing her to tremble. His right hand moved from the inside of her right thigh, across her vulva, to the inside of her left thigh, then back to the right. The smooth, moist skin filled his fingers with desire, and as he stroked and kneaded, the frequency and pressure increased. Her fair thighs slowly parted, and her juices flowed freely.

His penis grew even thicker and larger. She was overcome with desire, her hands reaching for his penis, but he pressed his body against her breasts, letting her suckle his tongue, then tasting it. He moved to her earlobe, his glans rubbing against her clitoris and vaginal opening, occasionally brushing against her labia minora. She couldn't speak, her hands were paralyzed. He stopped his glans at the vaginal opening, and just as he was about to thrust in forcefully, she flinched in fright and opened her eyes.

The scene from her dream, hazy and indistinct, felt so real, and she felt incredibly sad. She thought of the man in her dream, who resembled Haotian, yet wasn't quite him. She missed Haotian so much! If only he could truly hold her passionately and kiss her.

Gradually, she became more awake and realized that she had been dreaming, and had a dream within a dream—a dream of peeping followed by intimacy—that felt so real and complete. She had never had a dream like this before. Xianmei turned on the light, went to the kitchen to drink some water, checked the time, and saw it was only a little past 4 a.m., so she turned off the light and went back to sleep.

092: Heart pounding

092: Heart pounding On the morning of the fifth day of the seventh lunar month, Haotian's old courtyard was to be demolished. Fanxia's father arrived at his eldest daughter's house early in the morning with a shovel.

He had told Haotian to get up early the night before, but Haotian didn't. Xianmei, having had a bad dream, slept soundly until dawn. Fanxia was exercising in the courtyard when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and saw her father: "You're here so early?"

Her father said, "We can't wait for the sun to rise before breaking ground; it's better to start early. Hasn't Haotian gotten up yet?"

As he spoke, Haotian came out, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Haotian was a little embarrassed, but Fanxia's father not only didn't blame him, but also said that it was normal for young people to be sleepy and unable to get up in the morning. He said that when he was young, he also could

n't get up early and liked to sleep in. He also blamed himself for forgetting to have Haotian bring him the key last night, or that he could have just unlocked the door last night. After Haotian opened the door, Fanxia's father went up to the roof and dug a few shovelfuls of soil, which was considered breaking ground. Breaking ground for demolishing a house is very important. If it's not done properly, it's considered bad luck, and it's said that the saying

"breaking ground" is mainly directed at the person breaking ground. Generally speaking, outsiders don't break ground, for fear that the bad luck of other people's houses will fall on them. Fanxia's father thought highly of Haotian, not only did he personally choose the date, but he also wanted to break ground himself. Haotian wanted to go up to the roof to break ground himself, but Fanxia's father insisted that he do it.

After breaking ground, Fanxia's father tidied up some wooden boxes, cabinets, and wooden sticks that Haotian thought were missing in the yard and house. Haotian wanted to help tidy up when he saw Fanxia's father, but Fanxia's father wouldn't let him.

After his eldest daughter made breakfast and everyone ate, Fanxia's father went over and picked up all the wood that could be used for firewood, put it aside, and lined several jars and pots with straw before putting them in the large cabinet.

After tidying up, he went out again and again, complaining that the demolition crew was taking too long, especially that Gao Jian didn't even understand that the sooner the demolition started, the better. He couldn't help but curse, "It's already past noon, are you still not asleep enough with your wife!"

Hao Tian heard this and secretly laughed. When the first few arrived, Fan Xia's father angrily said, "Go sleep with your wives, what are you doing here?"

Some deliberately said, "If your wife doesn't let you sleep well all night, how can you get up early? We're the ones who came early. Some of you probably got up and went to sleep with your wives again."

Others said, "He hasn't been home for forty days, and now that we've finally caught him, he's not going to work properly. I have no energy to work today."

"Stop talking, get to work! I was just teasing you."

Fan Xia's father said with a grin.

"I think this old man could do even a young girl's job now. Look at his energy, he can keep up with the young people."

Someone else teased.

“You’re right. Do you think you’re no longer capable? How old am I? I’ll only be seventy-nine next year!”

Fan Xia’s father said.

“Seventy-nine is only sixty-three, and the immortal ghost will come to haunt you!”

someone else said.

“That’s an old saying. It’s a new era now, life is better, and people live longer. I really don’t accept getting old. I can still work, and I’m not bad at anything else!”

Fan Xia’s father said.

“Old people have strong bones, and the more you fuck, the more energetic you become!”

Someone said this just as Fan Xia and Xianmei came out of the gate. They didn’t hear what people were saying at the gate, but they saw a group of people laughing loudly.

Fan Xia ignored them, but Xianmei couldn’t help but blush from the laughter. She thought these people were laughing at her for not being as attractive as Fan Xia, even though she was younger.

Upon reaching them, Fan Xia said, "My dad got up before dawn this morning. You're a bit late, and he couldn't wait any longer. Xianmei, go home and get the cigarettes; give each of them a pack. I forgot to bring mine!"

Everyone assumed Fan Xia was annoyed that they were late and not getting to work, so they quickly went into the yard to get to work.

Haotian had just noticed that Fan Xia and Xianmei's hair was neatly combed and shiny, and remembering he hadn't washed his face, he went back to wash it.

Xianmei asked Haotian where the cigarettes were, and Haotian took two packs from the shelf under the west wall of the corridor and handed them to Xianmei.

As Xianmei took the cigarettes, she looked at Haotian with a strange gaze and said, "I had a strange dream last night!"

"What kind of dream?"

Haotian lingered on Xianmei's hand for a moment as she took the cigarettes.

"I can't tell you!"

Xianmei said, turning to leave. Haotian wanted to hug her from behind, but only thought about it for a moment.

"Tell me when you have time!"

Haotian said, watching Xianmei's retreating figure.

Xianmei blushed and glanced back at Haotian before turning and running away.

After she left, she saw Gao Jian, who had just arrived, talking to Fan Xia's father. She gave the cigarettes to Fan Xia, who then gave them to Gao Jian, saying, "These are from Haotian. Give everyone a pack to express your goodwill towards the villagers. Are two packs enough?"

“Including me and 18 others, we still have two packs left,”

Gao Jian said, opening the cigarette pack and handing two packs to Fan Xia’s father. “Yellow Crane Tower brand cigarettes, quite meaningful, meaning to build this little two-story house like the Yellow Crane Tower.”

Fan Xia’s father smiled and only accepted one pack, saying, “I’ll take one pack, you can give the other one to whoever you want! I don’t smoke much now, so it’s fine if I don’t smoke.”

Gao Jian then distributed cigarettes to everyone, saying as he did so, “These are Haotian’s cigarettes to you. You’ve been given cigarettes before when you were doing big contract work, so I don’t need to tell you. Just do a good job.”

Fan Xia’s father continued, “You all know which ones are useful and which ones aren’t. Pay attention, don’t put the useful ones aside and the useless ones aside, so I don’t have to pick and choose later.”

Gao Jian had brought back a group of workers yesterday, about 10 from his own village, about 10 from Dongliang and Xiliang, and about 10 from other villages. Although the city's projects were slightly affected this time, after weighing the pros and cons, it was still worthwhile to miss a little time. Most of those who came today were from the village, with a few from Dongliang and Xiliang as well.

Around mid-morning, Zhen Guoxiang went to Yang Lianfang's house, wanting to go with her to Haotian's place to watch the house demolition. Villagers love to gossip about other people's affairs, especially about building houses, getting married, and betrothing daughters. The two of them were just there to watch the demolition; their real purpose was to chat, meet people, and listen to everyday gossip.

Yang Lianfang's two children had already gone out after breakfast, and she was just thinking of going out to watch when Zhen Guoxiang came to call her. The two of them went out and saw Liu Meimei standing at her door. Zhen Guoxiang called out to watch the demolition, but Liu Meimei said she had work to do at home and couldn't go.

Zhen Guoxiang glanced at Liu Meimei with a smile, then turned to Yang Lianfang and said, "That girl must have been thoroughly fucked by Shuanzhuzi last night. She was all smiles when she saw him."

"You're one to talk about her, aren't you?"

Yang Lianfang said.

"Last night, that girl took some medicine, and she really did a great job. She's never been this good before!"

Zhen Guoxiang said without any hesitation. "Why isn't your brother-in-law back?"

"He can't come back. He's been extremely busy these past few days. He's got a lot of projects this year, and he's afraid he'll mess things up!"

Yang Lianfang said helplessly.

“He’s not coming back, and it’s been tough on you. You two have always been good friends, and even when you went out, you’d come back often, unlike this year, when you’d leave for forty or fifty days at a time,”

Zhen Guoxiang said.

“This time it’s been two months,”

Yang Lianfang said.

“Is he seeing someone else?”

Zhen Guoxiang asked.

“He’s so busy, he doesn’t have time to support anyone else. If he had time to support someone else, he would have come back,”

Yang Lianfang said, convinced.

“You two have a good relationship and trust each other, but these days there are plenty of women offering themselves up. There are women on construction sites, aren’t there? I see women operating the winches, just sitting there, managing the switching.”

Zhen Guoxiang still had to say it.

“That depends on him. I can’t even see him, how would I know? I don’t want the two kids to go to school, I’ll go with him. It’s too expensive for the two kids to go to school. Some people even move their whole family there. Luckily, the school in our village is good, so it saves a lot of money,”

Yang Lianfang said.

"Hey! Sister, have you heard? People are saying that Chang Hongyun hasn't come home since Haotian came back. Haotian's staying at Xiaxia's house, and everyone's saying the two of them are having an affair. Do you believe it?"

Zhen Guoxiang said to Yang Lianfang.

"Chang Hongyun has been supporting Lanlan for a while now, and hasn't been home for a long time either. It's only because Haotian came that he hasn't gone back. Changyu was home those days, but after she left, Xianmei kept her company. People really know how to spread rumors!"

Yang Lianfang had also heard about it, but she didn't quite believe it, especially after Haotian's antics with the five of them that day. She was even more skeptical.

"If you say it's not true, then I don't know. Anyway, people are arguing a lot. They're saying all sorts of things, and they're even saying Xiaxia is going to marry Haotian,"

Zhen Guoxiang said.

"I don't know who started this. I think it's all just baseless gossip. It's enough that they're having an affair, let alone getting married,"

Yang Lianfang said.

As Yang Lianfang and Zhen Guoxiang turned from the main street onto the main road, they saw a pregnant woman and a plump woman walking ahead, clearly also heading to see the demolition site.

Yang Lianfang didn't know who they were and asked Zhen Guoxiang if she knew. Zhen Guoxiang told her that they were Chen Zhi's wife and his distant cousin, named Yingying.

Zhen Guoxiang knew very well that Yingying was dating "Mosquito," as they interacted frequently, and although they hadn't officially started a relationship, their ambiguous feelings were mutual.

Arriving at Fan Xia's house, they saw dust billowing in Haotian's yard; the house was already in ruins. Adults and children, men and women, a large group, were standing in front of Fan Xia's house or further away. Everyone was talking at once, some saying different things. Some said Hao Tian was capable because of his family's influence, while others said he was "unlucky and only interested in picking on the coal miners."

Still others whispered that Fan Xia really wanted to marry Hao Tian, and that Zhao Yun had broken up with Fan Xia.

Hao Tian was surrounded by a group of women asking him all sorts of questions, and he was a little overwhelmed. Yang Lianfang stole glances at Hao Tian; he truly stood out from the crowd. His head, his appearance—it made her feel a sweet warmth in her heart.

That day, after watching porn at Zhen Guoxiang's house, Zhen Guoxiang mysteriously told Yang Lianfang that Hao Tian had a large penis, almost like a foreigner's, which piqued Yang Lianfang's curiosity.

Coincidentally, while cutting some grass by the irrigation ditch near the cornfield, she encountered Hao Tian. After that encounter, Yang Lianfang became somewhat infatuated with Hao Tian, feeling that she would rather die than not be able to taste the large penis of a young man.

She couldn't stop thinking about Haotian, hoping he would come to her house so they could spend some quality time together late at night.

She cleaned the south room and tidied the bed her son had slept in there at noon because it was too hot. She planned to arrange a date with Haotian at that place that night. She believed she could get him to come, so when people talked about Fan Xia and Haotian, she preferred not to believe it herself. Even if it was true, it was normal. "Put yourself in their shoes, why ask others?" Now she saw Haotian surrounded by several women, including Zhen Guoxiang, but she thought it was pointless. She secretly watched Haotian, who occasionally glanced in her direction, making her feel sweet inside.

Fan Xia clearly sensed the strange looks people were giving her, and her heart started to race. She casually greeted them and went home. 03-12
093: Feeling Lost

093: Feeling Lost Fan Xia felt terrible. Accustomed to being fawned over, the sudden coldness and contempt she received was a huge blow to her psyche.

Sitting on the sofa, she thought about the question she had asked Liu Huahua earlier. Liu Huahua acted as if she hadn't heard her and quickly ran to Hu Lian's side to whisper something. The two of them kept glancing at her before quickly looking away.

Hu Juan, heavily pregnant, arrived with Yingying and went straight to Haotian. She asked a question as if she hadn't heard, but then asked Haotian, "Who chose the date for the demolition?" and started chatting with him.

Zhen Guoxiang, who usually greeted her from afar, ignored her when she arrived, instead whispering to Haotian, "Handsome, you're really amazing," before quickly looking away. Yang Lianfang stood at a distance, waving at her. Yang Lianfang pretended not to see her. If it were before, she would definitely have come over to greet her.

Seeing the disdainful looks she had never seen before, she clearly felt people looking down on her. When she was with Liu Jin, no one looked down on her; when she was with Zhao Yun, not only were they not looked down on, but people envied her and fawned over her.

But her relationship with Haotian had just become known, and people were already so contemptuous of her. If they really got married, how would they treat her then?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy and afraid she became. She had thought that if she married Haotian, some people would definitely gossip, but she didn't care what they said. But today, she wavered again.

She thought, people always have to interact with others in life; you can't just stay at home and never see anyone. There are such people, but she wasn't one of them! Besides, she was the director of the township women's federation, a person who was highly respected. She was always talking about big and small matters; how could she not interact with people?

Suddenly, she realized that once someone loses their support, people's opinions of them change immediately.

These past few days, she had been reviewing and summarizing her work at work, and also thinking about the next steps. One important aspect was overseeing the "Double Learning and Double Comparison" activities, the "Women's Contribution" campaign, and the selection of "Five-Good Civilized Families." Some villages had already submitted their applications, while others hadn't, requiring her to go down and check and urge them on.

In short, she had been very busy these past few days, burying herself in work as soon as she arrived at the office. She knew that she had fallen behind in her work since Haotian's return, and she needed to catch up.

These days, she hadn't thought too much about her relationship with Haotian. She believed that this pure feeling and pure love wasn't shameful. Although, according to old-fashioned views, some people might say unpleasant things, they would only gossip behind her back and wouldn't embarrass her to her face.

However, today she realized that her initial thoughts were wrong; it wasn't actually like that. She further thought that after marrying Haotian, her prestige would inevitably decrease significantly. If she couldn't get her work done because of this, and Zhao Yun was dissatisfied, wouldn't she be easily dismissed in the next election?

She didn't dare to think about it; the more she thought about it, the more serious the consequences seemed.

Just as she was in a state of utter confusion, Zhao Yun called and asked her to come to his office, saying he had something important to discuss with her.

What's there to say? Today is Saturday, a day off, it's definitely not work-related, so what could it be? Is she still not giving up? She was already troubled, and his interference only made her more flustered.

In her anxiety, she called Haotian, telling him to come back and start the car immediately.

Haotian was surrounded by women joking around outside, oblivious to their comments. When he received Fan Xia's call, he returned to the yard and saw Fan Xia already out with her bag.

Seeing her unhappy expression, he assumed she was annoyed by his teasing with the women, and thought he'd have to avoid these women in the future.

He quickly started the car, and after Fan Xia got in, he drove out of the yard and onto the main road before asking where they were going.

"To the township government compound, Zhao Yun called me, I don't know what he's up to,"

Fan Xia said, preoccupied.

Haotian didn't know what to say for a moment, just kept driving without saying anything more.

When they arrived at the township government compound, Fan Xia asked him to come in with her.

Zhao Yun sat at his desk, a forced smile on his face, and said, "I originally wanted to talk to you alone today, but since Haotian is here, let him hear it too!

Let's skip the beating around the bush and get straight to the point. Liu Jin will be back in three or four days. He called me today and told me first, specifically emphasizing that I tell you personally. I think this news should make you as happy as it does me!"

Upon hearing that Liu Jin was coming back, Fan Xia's first reaction was surprise. After all, he was still alive. But then she felt something was off. Why tell Zhao Yun about his return, and why did he need to relay the news?

In an instant, Fan Xia was stunned. She pressed her temples and covered her eyes.

Haotian, though also surprised by the news of Liu Jin's return, didn't panic. Seeing Fan Xia's pale face, he quickly went to support her and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." "

Fan Xia said weakly.

"Then I'll take you to the hospital to see a doctor!"

Hao Tian said anxiously.

"It's not that serious, you'll be fine after resting at home, but you can go if you want."

Zhao Yun waved his hand, clearly indicating that he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Hao Tian helped Fan Xia up, left the office, and slowly got into the car.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor took Fan Xia's pulse and said, "You have a bit of internal heat. Considering your condition, you're living quite comfortably, so why is your internal heat so strong? You should take good care of yourself! But it's nothing serious. Go back and drink some chrysanthemum tea."

Fan Xia smiled and said, "I don't need to come. Hao Tian called me. I know I'm fine."

After leaving the outpatient clinic, they heard someone call "Director Fan" in the corridor. The two of them turned around almost simultaneously and saw that it was Nurse Bao Xiaochun.

Fan Xia stopped and looked at Bao Xiaochun and said, "It's Xiao Bao, aren't you busy?"

"What's wrong? Come and sit here! I'm not busy right now." "

Xiao Bao said respectfully.

Fan Xia was afraid of going back and seeing those gossiping women standing in front of the door, so she followed Xiao Bao into the nurse's office.

Xiao Bao couldn't help but steal glances at Hao Tian, and Hao Tian couldn't help but scrutinize Xiao Bao. Fan Xia suddenly felt that she and Hao Tian were quite different in age, no wonder people looked down on her.

Xiao Bao could tell from Fan Xia's expression that she was preoccupied, so she kept observing Fan Xia's face and said, "Director Fan is in good health, I never see you coming to the hospital for treatment. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

She was very good at speaking, and her words were always so gentle and appropriate.

Fan Xia was no longer dizzy at all, but because she had something on her mind, her facial expression was very unnatural. She sat down in the chair, paused for a moment, and then said, "I asked Hao Tian to drive me to the countryside to pick up some things. When I took something out of the desk drawer, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, and Hao Tian insisted that I come and take a look. I said I was fine, but he said it was good to take a look even if I wasn't." I know I've been rushing around these past few days, and I might have been a bit anxious and stressed. When Dr. Zheng examined me, he said something similar to what I suspected. He said it's nothing serious, just a bit of internal heat, and drinking chrysanthemum tea every day should help.”

“I knew it! You've always been healthy, so it's no wonder you're sick. You're known for being hardworking and dedicated. Work is work, but don't overwork yourself,”

Xiao Bao said with concern.

Fan Xia, usually very caring, was touched by Xiao Bao's concern and asked, “You and your son-in-law still live in different places. When will you be able to transfer to each other?”

Xiao Bao said, “We've been talking about it for a while now, postponing it from this year to next, then the year after. We were saying that if we couldn't transfer this year, we definitely could next year. Recently, Wang Zhi said he's transferring back to Guyang next year, saying he's promoting him to be in charge of this area.”

“That's good too, as long as you're together! Does he come home on Saturdays and Sundays, or does he come home during the week?” "

Fan Xia asked, trying to make conversation.

"He usually only comes back occasionally, more often on Saturdays and Sundays, but with his job, he has a lot of social engagements, so sometimes he doesn't come back at all on Saturdays and Sundays, and when he does, he's always drunk. If I'm on duty, I can't take care of him, so it's better if he doesn't come back. And even then, he says he missed a lot of social engagements."

Xiao Bao's words clearly carried a hint of resentment.

Hao Tian listened while looking out the window. The newly built township hospital had paved ground, and the flowers, trees, and shrubs were planted neatly, though not many, they made the courtyard very beautiful. He thought to himself that Guyang Township had indeed developed quite well in recent years. The office conditions weren't great, but they were acceptable.

Suddenly, he received a phone call; the village chief was calling him. Fan Xia told him to go ahead, saying she would walk back herself later.

As soon as Hao Tian left, Fan Xia left the hospital. Seeing that Xiao Bao was still so kind and respectful to her, her earlier unpleasant mood calmed down. She had recovered quite a bit. But walking down the street, the thought of Liu Jin's impending return made her feel uneasy. Despite trying to calm herself, she couldn't help feeling troubled.

A man she had once loved, a man who had once hurt her, a man she had longed for, a man she thought was dead—suddenly returning, and she was entangled with Haotian. How could she not worry?

To be with Haotian, she had boldly given Zhao Yun a hard time, and Zhao Yun obediently withdrew, much to her surprise. She had been happy about this and strengthened her resolve. But who knew she had been too hasty?

Before, when she was clear-headed, she thought about many things in a complicated way, but once she was with Haotian, all of that faded away, and she even saw things very simply, her thoughts becoming as simple as Haotian's.

Fan Xia's thoughts had undergone countless internal struggles. Initially, she felt that marrying Haotian was absolutely impossible, but under Haotian's passion, she quickly became resolute. Now, her resolve of the past few days was wavering again.

And then, quite naturally… Thinking of Liu Jin, why did he suddenly say he was coming back, and even ask Zhao Yun to specifically pass on the message to her? Where had he been all these years? Had he settled down? Why hadn't we heard a word from him for so long?

I wanted to ask Zhao Yun, but I was too dizzy to ask. Now, remembering Zhao Yun's shifty-eyed, half-smiling face, I figured it was better not to ask; he wouldn't give a proper answer anyway.

Besides, it didn't really matter whether I asked or not; he was coming back soon, and I'd find out the truth quickly. But his parents were gone, and his house was about to collapse. Who would he live with when he returned?

In her heart, Liu Jin was the most loyal to her. She always thought that Liu Jin hadn't been able to return because he had no choice, and most likely believed that he was already dead.

But he was still alive, so why didn't he contact her but instead contacted Zhao Yun? Fan Xia couldn't help but feel confused, and her mind became even more bewildered.

094: Wave Surfing

094: Wave Surfing Fan Xia returned to the courtyard gate, and the people who had been demolishing the house had mostly left. Xianmei was waiting for her at the gate, saying that she would go back to Dongliang at noon and come back in the evening.

On her way home, Xianmei walked and thought about the people's discussions about Fan Xia that she had overheard that morning and Fan Xia's listless appearance earlier. She felt that Fan Xia's desire to marry Haotian was bound to be a waste of time.

She had thought that Fan Xia was a shrewd person who had made a mistake, but seeing that the two of them were very enthusiastic, she decided to wait and see how things developed.

Fan Xia was very embarrassed in front of everyone today. Such a proud person, always respected by others, was suddenly at a loss.

Haotian was ultimately hers; they were the perfect match, and Xianmei was secretly delighted. At that moment, Haotian touching her hand and looking at her filled her with excitement.

She decisively picked up her phone and dialed Haotian's number, asking where he was. Haotian said he was out filming with the village chief and taking care of some business in the county town; he was on his way. Hearing that Haotian was with the village chief in a car, she said she'd talk to him when he got back.

After finishing filming, Haotian and the village chief went to a large clothing store in the county town and met the village chief's niece.

The village chief introduced Haotian to his niece, who smiled sweetly at him, nodded, and immediately asked for his phone number, saying that he could ask for help if needed and she would do her best to assist him.

What did the village chief's niece do? Where did she get such influence, so easily helping people? Haotian had inquired, but the village chief wouldn't give him the number, only saying that when asking for favors, one shouldn't ask too many questions, as it would be counterproductive.

Haotian had already spent tens of thousands of yuan, without specifying what he would do with it. His plan was to pave the way first, and then use the money when it mattered most. This was the experience his father had taught him.

The village chief was a capable and trustworthy man, a fact widely acknowledged in Guyang Village. He had earned high prestige in the village based on this alone.

After returning to the village, Haotian quickly learned about the village chief and told his father about the situation. So, when he delivered the money for the opera performance to the village chief, he expressed his desire to rely on him for a favor. The village chief immediately agreed and secretly told him how to proceed. Following

his father's advice, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your life," Haotian readily agreed to let the village chief build the bridge and pave the road.

The village chief treated Haotian exceptionally well, making Haotian feel very secure. Haotian didn't tell Fan Xia about this, because the village chief had told him to keep it a secret. Haotian also considered this his trump card for a crucial moment.

After saying goodbye to the village chief's niece, Haotian took the village chief to a restaurant for lunch and called Fanxia to tell her he wouldn't be home for lunch.

Fanxia didn't ask Haotian where he was or what he was doing, as she usually did. She was thinking about what to cook for him, but after receiving his call, she was too lazy to cook; she wasn't hungry at all.

Sitting alone in the living room, she inexplicably thought of Chang Hongyun. Since meeting Chang Hongyun, although she didn't love him, life with him had always been peaceful. Even when she was seeing other people, there had never been any trouble at home. With him, she lived very comfortably.

But with Haotian, after only half a month, things had become so complicated and exhausting.

Fanxia had thought that if you fell into water, you shouldn't be afraid of getting wet. But now she realized that falling into water wasn't just about getting wet; it was about not being able to breathe when the water reached her chest.

She felt waves crashing towards her, growing stronger and stronger. She lay listlessly on the sofa, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Suddenly, she felt incredibly lonely and helpless.

The shouts of the demolition crew in the west courtyard gradually faded, the sputtering of the small four-wheeled vehicle receding into the distance. She didn't know how long she had been lying there, but when she sat up, she saw her father fiddling with a shovel at the gate.

She called him home, but he said he had to go home to check on the timber and couldn't come back now.

Watching her father's departing figure, Fan Xia felt extremely sad. As the eldest daughter, she was the most outstanding in her father's eyes. Her eldest brother loved gambling and was always causing trouble; her second brother had a stable job and was relatively worry-free, but his wife was unreasonable and even prevented her grandchildren from seeing their grandparents. Her second daughter was like an enemy, always arguing whenever they met.

She was the most authoritative person in the family; everyone was willing to talk to her about anything and listened to her. She was seen as a cultured person.

But why did fate play such a cruel trick on her? Fan Xia always believed that fate had gradually pushed her to her current state.

She had resolved countless times to sever ties with Haotian, but that nemesis seemed to possess a magical power; not only could she not escape, but their relationship deepened.

She had once heard a journalist explain fate, using a vivid analogy: two friends eating in a restaurant, sitting opposite each other, with people talking around them. Instead of focusing on your friend's conversation, you overhear the conversation, and influenced by it, you do something that backfires.

He said that's fate, often called coincidence, but coincidence, in essence, is fate. Fate is something beyond our control; it's about actions and words that break the rules, drawing us unconsciously into a situation we can't escape.

But now, she no longer believed in fate. She began to blame herself for being indecisive, lacking resolve, and lacking self-control—a pathetic woman.

She thought that life wasn't just about oneself; everyone carries inescapable responsibilities. With elderly parents and young children to care for, their eyes are fixed on you. You must bring them joy; you cannot allow them to suffer because of you.

In the days after Haotian returned, she was conflicted. She saw Changyu and Zhao Yun as the biggest obstacles to developing her relationship with Haotian, but she easily overcame them with Changyu and Zhao Yun without much effort.

But how could she forget her parents? Moreover, their thoughts were closely intertwined with what others said, because she was their pillar of support, their trump card for gaining respect. If that trump card was lost, their spirit would crumble. Therefore, she felt that the hurdle of her parents, especially her father, was insurmountable.

She had just seen her father's figure and sensed that this strong man was beginning to bear immense pressure. His earlier statement that he couldn't come home was just an excuse; she vaguely realized that her father was starting to fear seeing her.

The daughter who made him most proud, the daughter he had never scolded, had become the object of public scorn. The pain in his heart was something she dared not even imagine.

Liu Jin's return was clearly adding insult to injury for her.

For a time, she was overwhelmed by the cold stares of others, unable to sort out her thoughts.

Around 1 p.m., she, who usually took a nap, drank a bag of milk, ate some steamed buns, and then slept. Unlike some people who couldn't sleep when their minds were troubled, a nap usually eased her anxieties.

After waking up, she thought of going to her mother's place in the north to see where the timber was piled up, and more importantly, to see how her father's trip home had gone.

But just as she was about to leave, Yang Lianfang arrived.

Yang Lianfang hadn't come for a long time; their relationship had always been neither too close nor too distant. They would exchange pleasantries when they met on the street, and chat for a few minutes whenever they had a spare moment.

The two women had always envied each other. Fan Xia envied Yang Lianfang for finding a suitable partner, while Yang

Lianfang envied Fan Xia's excellent singing and popularity, and even more so for becoming the director of the Women's Federation, receiving respect and admiration. As soon as Yang Lianfang entered, Fan Xia forced a smile and said, "I've been thinking about asking Haotian to write up your 'Five-Good Family' application these past few days, but Haotian is demolishing his house, so let's talk about it in a few days!"

Yang Lianfang could tell that Fan Xia was in a bad mood, but she tried her best to appear calm and composed. Hearing that Haotian would write up the application, she was overjoyed. So she said, "Tell me Haotian's phone number, I'll contact him and see when he's free. I need to ask him before I can write it!"

Fan Xia immediately took out her phone, found Haotian's number, and gave it to Yang Lianfang. Yang Lianfang couldn't contain her excitement and saved it on her phone.

Fan Xia asked Yang Lianfang if her mother-in-law had returned. Yang Lianfang said that she and her sister-in-law had only come on the day the play started, and that she had some work to catch up on these past few days.

Five years ago, Yang Lianfang's father-in-law died suddenly from excessive drinking. Her mother-in-law was so grief-stricken that she went blind. As a daughter-in-law, Yang Lianfang was extremely filial to her mother-in-law, a story widely praised in the village.

As a young woman, Yang Lianfang was called a "virtuous lady"; after becoming a daughter-in-law, she was called a "virtuous wife"; and after her father-in-law's death, she was called a "filial daughter-in-law."

Fan Xia often used Yang Lianfang as an example to persuade young daughters-in-law who had strained relationships with their mothers-in-law. In Fan Xia's mind, Yang Lianfang was a woman worthy of respect, a role model for other women.

Yang Lianfang didn't reveal the gossip she had overheard that morning; her purpose in coming was to see Fan Xia and hear what she had to say. She saw that Fan Xia seemed troubled, but didn't show it overtly.

Despite her inner turmoil, Fan Xia wouldn't confide in anyone, not even her parents. Fan Xia was the type of person who, when troubled, preferred to keep quiet and independent thinking.

Besides, this was something she couldn't talk about with anyone. She was fully prepared; if some blunt people asked her directly, she would respond flexibly based on their opinions.

Fan Xia's basic idea was that she couldn't let people continue to ridicule her. For her, being ridiculed herself was a small matter, but being ridiculed because of her parents was a big deal. This feeling intensified when she saw Yang Lianfang and asked about Yang Lianfang's mother-in-law.

Fan Xia felt that this feeling was true to her. In contrast, these past few days, she felt like someone who had lost their way but thought they were on the right track, heading down a dead end while believing the future was bright.

For her parents, for her son, she had to sacrifice her own happiness. Although these past few days she had been dominated by the idea that pursuing personal happiness was justified, faced with reality, her thoughts returned to what they had before.

For so many years, she had always put her personal happiness aside, living for her children and parents. She hadn't felt pain, but rather fulfillment.

Being with Haotian was happy, but the side effects were far too great.

While discussing the benefits of filial piety with Yang Lianfang, she pondered her own situation and how to handle her next steps.

Facing the onslaught of challenges from all sides, Fan Xia began to calm down. Therefore, she was very grateful to Yang Lianfang, who also clearly noticed that Fan Xia's expression was completely different from when she first entered.

095: Not to be arbitrary. 095:

Not to be arbitrary. When Haotian was eating with the village chief, he asked if the village chief knew whether Liu Jin was still alive.

Village Chief Gao Jun was an extremely perceptive person. He was quick-witted, had innovative ideas, and always viewed things differently, yet he was able to integrate with the crowd by saying what you wanted to hear and doing what you were happy to accept.

The village chief knew Haotian and Fan Xia were together, so he was concerned about whether Liu Jin was still alive. He said, "We haven't heard from him for so many years, who would bother asking about him? Whether he's alive or not, he's not really related to the villagers anymore. We, who were around the same age back then, haven't seen him for so many years, we've forgotten about him."

"That's strange, how could he just disappear without a trace?"

Haotian wanted to find out from the village chief about the extent of Liu Jin and Fan Xia's relationship back then.

"You say so too, the key is that after she left, she never sent any information home. At that time, her parents were still alive, and she had a good relationship with Fan Xia. I don't think it's possible that she couldn't even send a message home after leaving. It's said that she left one day and changed her phone number the next day. According to people's speculation, she's probably dead. People have a good impression of her, but I've always had a problem with her. Sometimes I think, maybe she's still alive."

The village chief was clearly implying that he looked down on Liu Jin.

Haotian wasn't particularly excited when he suddenly heard the news that Liu Jin was coming back, because he firmly believed that his relationship with Fan Xia was unbreakable. But seeing Fan Xia's pale face, a thought flashed through his mind: he feared their old feelings might rekindle.

Although the village chief hadn't directly stated the true nature of Liu Jin and Fan Xia's relationship, only mentioning that Liu Jin's character wasn't good, it implied that Fan Xia wouldn't be deeply attached to him.

This reassured Hao Tian. Hao Tian had heard from the villagers that the village chief was prescient, never making empty promises. He'd said he'd install running water, and within days it was installed; he'd said he'd repair several main streets, and he actually did. Although he'd only been in office for two or three years, he'd already accomplished two major things.

Hearing that the village chief didn't know anything about Liu Jin, Hao Tian quickly changed the subject after a few words, talking about farming. The village chief strongly supported Hao Tian's land leasing and contracting. That day, when Hao Tian invited him to dinner, the township head was present, but he didn't say much. That was because people didn't know about his relationship with Fan Xia at the time. He thought that excessive attention would offend Zhao Yun, so he didn't show much enthusiasm.

As the village chief, he felt that Haotian was doing something beneficial for the villagers, especially for him. He wanted to help Haotian, and he had the ability to do so. The county would strongly support such a project, offering subsidies for everything from drilling wells to purchasing machinery and seeds. He could not only achieve political success in this endeavor but also reap tangible benefits. He always did his best to complete projects he set his sights on, never giving up halfway.

Over the years, the village chief's relationship with the township head had been neither too close nor too distant, a fact both were well aware of. The township head knew the village chief had connections, and the village chief knew the township head was very powerful. The village chief didn't become arrogant because of his connections, because he knew that "a local official is more powerful than a distant one," and Zhao Yun was a powerful superior. Offending him would lead to him sabotaging you, and sometimes you would unknowingly suffer the consequences.

With his shrewdness and ability to assess the situation, he acted in a way that pleased the villagers while also bringing him personal benefits. Furthermore, he disliked womanizing and was a typical "henpecked husband." Although his wife was of average looks, he wasn't captivated by the beauties of Guyang Village, a stark contrast to the village secretary, which further enhanced his prestige.

He loved lively celebrations, a key reason why the villagers liked and supported him. Although Guyang Village didn't have temple fairs, he organized a folk performance every year during the Lantern Festival and a theatrical performance in the autumn. During these celebrations, he never embezzled any of the funds raised, ensuring the accountant kept meticulous records. While others who organized the events received appropriate subsidies, he refused to accept a penny.

The villagers of Guyang felt fortunate and proud to have such a good village head. However, Gao Jun knew that his courage in becoming village head and gaining the villagers' support was inseparable from his cousin; otherwise, he would truly be "a lowly person with a lowly position, and no one would listen to him." Therefore, he cherished his position.

Before becoming the village chief, he deeply resented the behavior of village chiefs who abused their power for personal gain. Therefore, after becoming the village chief, he carefully examined his behavior and worked hard to cultivate his image.

Everyone knew that after Gao Jun became village chief, his family's situation improved significantly. However, he didn't rely on the villagers for personal gain. Besides cultivating his own land well, he also partnered with Chen Bo to build a milk station. Naturally, people appreciated his efforts in helping the villagers. Gao Jun was a rare good village chief in the area, and Hao Tian greatly admired him.

The village chief believed Hao Tian had vision and decisiveness; he was confident that Hao Tian's willingness to spend money on opera performances for the villagers would not be wasted.

Hearing the village chief's evaluation of Liu Jin reassured Hao Tian. He stopped asking about Liu Jin and instead inquired about farming.

The village chief encouraged Hao Tian, saying that young people should either not do things at all, or do them well and on a large scale—a sentiment that resonated with Hao Tian. The village chief especially praised Fan Xia as a woman of good character and ability; with Fan Xia's help, it was like half the battle was won.

He also offered Hao Tian some farming ideas and said he would always do his best to help, no matter what.

Afterwards, the village chief revealed some news to Haotian: he was currently trying to secure a project for the village, which, if successful, would greatly benefit the leased land. He told Haotian to keep it a secret and not to leak the information.

Haotian didn't drink alcohol at lunch with the village chief; he was driving and didn't dare drink, and the village chief never drank alone. Although they didn't drink, the two chatted for a long time, finding themselves getting along very well.

Upon returning to the village, the village chief said he wanted to see the demolition work. As soon as they got out of the car, the people demolishing the houses asked the village chief if the opera had been renewed. The village chief said, "Money makes things easier. We can easily renew it for another half month. If this troupe has no more performances, we can re-enact it, or we can find another troupe."

The rafters of the houses had already been demolished. Fan Xia's father was all smiles. He wasn't as loud and boisterous as he had been in the morning, but he still stood before the village chief and Haotian, praising everyone for their successful business.

The workers praised Haotian for paying for the opera performance, showering him with compliments. The village chief said, "Haotian is back to do great things. All of you young people should do what he does, and the village will be transformed in just a few years."

The village chief's words piqued everyone's interest, and they bombarded Haotian with questions about what he would plant on the land he had leased and how he would plant it. Haotian didn't answer directly, only saying that he would talk about it later, taking it one step at a time.

Haotian saw the village chief off to the village committee and was about to return to Fan Xia's house when Yang Lianfang called him, asking him to come to her house for something important.

The two children were doing their homework at home. After Haotian entered, Yang Lianfang tried her best to hide her excitement and said to Haotian, "I know you've been busy these past few days, but there's something I need your help with."

Haotian looked at Yang Lianfang's round buttocks and beautiful legs, which were stretched taut by her tight black pants, and replied, "What is it?"

Yang Lianfang said proudly, "The village women's federation has awarded our family the title of 'Five-Good Family,' but the application materials haven't been written yet. Liu Chunmei is the director of the women's federation, but she rarely comes back to the village and doesn't handle these things. She asked me to ask you to write it for me."

"That won't do. I can write it, but I'm busy, and I'm slow at it. I wrote a song lyric for my aunt, which took me several days. I've never written this kind of material before, and I'm afraid that if I write it slowly and poorly, it will delay your work." "

It won't delay it. Your aunt said there's no rush, it can be finished in half a month or twenty days,"

Yang Lianfang said.

“Then I’ll try my best to write,”

Haotian said, looking at the two children doing their homework at opposite ends of the desk on the floor. “You need to give me a general overview of your situation so I have a general idea.”

Yang Lianfang then said to her son Honghong, “Honghong and Cuicui, go out and play for a while. I’ll chat with your uncle.”

Honghong had wanted to leave for a while, and when he heard his mother telling the two sisters to go out and play, he happily said, “I was just about to talk to you. If you two talk, we won’t be able to do our homework properly.”

After the two sisters left, Yang Lianfang asked Haotian, “Where should I begin?”

Haotian was so attracted by Yang Lianfang’s round buttocks encased in her tight-fitting clothes that he didn’t care about listening to her story. He went up and touched Yang Lianfang’s buttocks: “Your buttocks are so sexy. I can’t help but want to slap them.”

“Don’t try to fool me. It’s been two days. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.”

Yang Lianfang quickly dodged Haotian.

Haotian couldn’t resist. Like an old man grabbing a chick, he grabbed Yang Lianfang from behind and pushed her into the kitchen, which had a partition.

Yang Lianfang blushed with anxiety: "You can say you can't, and you can't say you can't! Don't do this again, I'm telling you seriously."

"Then when you ask me to write materials, don't do it willingly. You women are all the same!"

Haotian said, kissing her.

"No, really no! If you keep doing this, I'm really going to call for help!"

Yang Lianfang struggled to break free from Haotian, stood at the doorway, and looked like she was about to run out.

Seeing that Yang Lianfang really didn't want to be intimate with him, Haotian calmed down and said, "What exactly do you mean? I really don't understand."

"You're like a lion, who isn't afraid? Do you know how important reputation is at our age? You have to think about me, don't be so casual, okay? I know Zhen Guoxiang will be here soon. If she sees this and starts talking nonsense, how can I face anyone!"

Yang Lianfang said, scooping up a ladle of cold water to wash her face.

"So, you're saying you're willing, but it has to be the right opportunity, right?"

Haotian asked Yang Lianfang.

“But with you being so eager, I’m really scared. I’m afraid you’ll run into me on the street and hug me,”

Yang Lianfang said sincerely, expressing her concern.

“You think I’m too naive. Am I a fool?”

Haotian asked seriously.

Yang Lianfang laughed: “You’re a fool? Then who among us is truly clever? Aren’t they all fools?”

“I saw your butt, and I just couldn’t resist. Please forgive me,”

Haotian said.

“I’ll only forgive you this once. If you do this again, touching me without my permission, I won’t let you,”

Yang Lianfang said, her face displaying an unapproachable expression.

Haotian felt that while women all had their own characteristics, this woman was exceptionally different from others. She clearly showed in her eyes that she wanted to be touched, yet she pretended not to. He thought it was good to have an affair with a woman like this; it wouldn’t be easy to get caught.

096: A Secret Rendezvous

096: A Secret Rendezvous Hao Tian was a little angry. Yang Lianfang intuitively felt that this handsome young man's desire for women was too strong, and she knew that Fan Xia would definitely not be able to escape his persistent pursuit.

However, she couldn't be too casual with Hao Tian, otherwise they would be discovered soon. Therefore, she scolded Hao Tian harshly.

Seeing Hao Tian sitting on the edge of the kang, not knowing whether to leave or stay, she changed her tone and said gently, "I asked you to write the advanced material, but you touched me inappropriately. Think about whether you are right or wrong?"

"I am wrong. Then tell me about your family situation!"

Hao Tian said a little shyly.

"My situation is quite simple. My husband and I have a good relationship, and my mother-in-law and I have a good relationship. I am good to my mother-in-law, which is actually a combination of both. My mother-in-law is understanding of me in her words and deeds. How could I not be good to her? If she were like Guo Xiang's mother-in-law, who nags all day long and always criticizes her daughter-in-law, I wouldn't be good to her either,"

Yang Lianfang said.

“I’ve been gone for so many years, I’m quite unfamiliar with your situation. I only remember that when I was about to leave, you chose my brother-in-law. At that time, his family hadn’t come yet; my brother-in-law was building houses for people in our village,”

Haotian said.

Haotian’s words finally opened up Yang Lianfang’s mind: “You still remember? That’s right. Your brother-in-law is an only child. After choosing me, he decided to move the whole family to Guyang Village. You know I’m an only child. My father fell from the wall while building a house that year and suffered a concussion, so he couldn’t work anymore. My mother had never done farm work before.

“They leased out their own land and came to our village to farm our land. At that time, your brother-in-law was a good bricklayer and could earn a lot of money. When his father was alive, he only came back during the busy farming season to harvest and thresh crops; most of the time, he was building houses for people to earn money.”

"Your brother-in-law's family are all good people. When the two families met, they were always polite and considerate of each other. Everyone in the village praised them. That winter, I married your brother-in-law, and the next day, Honghong was born. After Honghong was born, the two families became even closer.

"But who could have imagined that when Honghong was five years old, my father's condition suddenly worsened, and he passed away despite all the treatment. After my father passed away, my mother's pre-existing stomach problems also worsened day by day. She took a lot of medicine, but it didn't help much. In just over two years, she became skin and bones. A check-up at the city hospital revealed that she had late-stage cancer, and she only lived for a little over a month after returning home."

"After my parents passed away, my father-in-law started drinking. He always said life was meaningless and often drowned his sorrows in alcohol. He drank, fine, but who would have thought that when he was helping his sister build a house, he drank too much to celebrate the completion of the house, and died on the way home in his four-wheeled vehicle? Look at what my family has suffered; it's rare to see such a tragedy. In just a few years, three people have died one after another.

"After my father-in-law died, my mother-in-law cried every day until she went blind. Your brother-in-law and I have been supporting each other, otherwise we would have collapsed too. For the sake of our two children and our blinded father-in-law, we endured the pain in our hearts and struggled to keep this family afloat."

"Your brother-in-law has a good personality, is strong, hardworking, and his kindness to me is truly rare. Isn't that right? Your aunt told me as soon as she saw me that I'd found a wonderful man, and she envied me."

"To be honest, my feelings for your brother-in-law are so deep, so very deep. That day, when I was with those women hanging out with you, I was really heartbroken.

"You should understand what I'm saying now. You need to know what kind of person I am. —When you're writing your report, besides listening to me, you should also ask the villagers what they say about me."

Haotian was deeply moved after hearing this, feeling that Yang Lianfang was indeed a remarkable woman, worthy of respect. So he said very respectfully, "Then I'll draft a preliminary report first, then ask my aunt, ask Zhen Guoxiang, and if necessary, ask others. Grandma Honghong is back, so I can ask her too. Of course, there are some things I'll still need to ask you! That's all for today, I'll be going now." "

Haotian said in a very obedient tone.

Seeing that Haotian's expression had changed after her words, Yang Lianfang felt as if she had lost something.

So she said to Haotian, "Sit a little longer, it's not time to cook yet. Zhen Guoxiang must have gone visiting neighbors today, otherwise she would have come earlier. I wanted to tell you that you are still a young man, and I have lived through ten more years of hardship than you. Although I am not as educated as you, I know more about life than you.

"I heard that you want to marry your aunt. People say that, but I don't believe it. I want to ask you if it's true or not?"

Haotian didn't expect Yang Lianfang to ask such a question, and he didn't know how to answer. If he told her the truth, would it cause trouble? But if he coaxed her, she would definitely blame him. He could tell from her eyes that although Yang Lianfang didn't allow him to get close to her casually, she still liked him and was willing to be intimate with him when the opportunity arose. Therefore, he couldn't coax her.

Seeing Haotian's hesitation, Yang Lianfang already understood the situation and said, "I'm not trying to criticize you, but that's the gist of it. I don't think your idea is feasible; it's not good for either you or your aunt. You can sneak around, but you can't get married. Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

"Yes,"

Haotian answered without hesitation.

"Your aunt is shrewd, and quite foolish indeed. Her son is so grown up, and he's the head of the women's federation in the township, and he even has a relationship with the township head. Even if he's no good and can't support her, she can still get a divorce. If she gets divorced and still wants to marry you, the villagers will look down on her immediately.

"Besides, what would you marry her for? A good young man like you, young and beautiful, with good qualities in every way, would have a ton of women wanting to date you. How could you choose an old lady! Even if your aunt is beautiful and doesn't look old at all, and she likes you, it's fine if you do it secretly. People will turn a blind eye; people don't take these things seriously these days." But if you marry her, you'll lose out big time.

"Have you ever thought about it? She's 16 years older than you. Sixteen years is a huge difference. I feel it's a lot when I'm 10 years older than you, but what are you doing 16? When you're in your 30s, she'll be in her 50s. If it were me, I wouldn't even dare to think about it. I don't know what your aunt is thinking. Was this your idea or your aunt's?"

Haotian readily agreed, "It was my idea, and I'm sincere. I've thought about the situation you described, but I always feel that no matter when she's in her 50s, or even her 60s or 70s, I wouldn't mind. She had the same thoughts as you, but in the end, I convinced her. You're my brother-in-law, which is good. If you weren't good to my brother-in-law, and I were to pursue you relentlessly, wouldn't you be unwilling?"

"Oh! I've never experienced having those thoughts about finding a man I don't like, but as it stands now, I think it's okay to be secretive, but I wouldn't even consider divorce and marriage."

Yang Lianfang was moved by Haotian's words and revealed her true feelings once again.

"I'm a strange person, I don't even know what's wrong with me, but I just can't help but fall for mature women like you,"

Haotian said, walking up to Yang Lianfang with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

Yang Lianfang was completely bewildered by Haotian's lecherous expression. She glanced out the window, her heart pounding, and headed into the kitchen. Haotian followed closely behind her. When she turned around, Haotian said, "I'm so afraid people will find out. You absolutely have to keep this a secret. These past few days, I've been settling Zhen Guoxiang and Liu Huahua in for what happened last time. I told them I'd fight anyone who tells."

Haotian stood opposite Yang Lianfang and said, "I'll do whatever you say."

Yang Lianfang looked at Haotian's extremely handsome yet somewhat foolish appearance, opened her arms, and threw herself into his embrace, saying, "You're the kind of man a woman can't escape."

Haotian immediately cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Yang Lianfang could no longer control herself; she extended her tongue, letting Haotian suckle it to her heart's content, her eyes glazed over.

But less than a minute later, Yang Lianfang broke free from Haotian and ran into the main room, saying, "The children will be back soon. If you can come tonight, come in the middle of the night. I'll text you, okay?"

Haotian hugged Yang Lianfang from behind and pressed his hard penis against her buttocks a few times before quickly leaving and leaning against the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), saying, "You have to keep your word!"

"No one can see us, you know? I'm afraid things might change. Pay attention to the text messages I send you,"

Yang Lianfang said tremblingly, her body starting to tremble.

"What's wrong with you?"

Haotian asked.

"You go away quickly!—If you leave—I won't tremble anymore—I don't know—why am I so scared!"

Yang Lianfang said, shivering, and then pushed Haotian away quickly.

Haotian was pushed out by Yang Lianfang, glancing back as he walked away. He hadn't driven, so he walked to the village committee to find his car.

The village chief was still in his office, and Haotian, on a whim, told him he wanted to sleep in the office for a few days.

The village chief said sleeping there for a few days was fine, but not for a long time. Haotian laughed and said, "Do you think I could sleep there for a long time?"

Haotian got the keys, said goodbye to the village chief, and drove back to Fan Xia's house. Fan Xia and Xianmei were cooking in the kitchen. Seeing Fan Xia and Xian Mei chatting animatedly, Hao Tian went to the east room and sent Yang Lianfang a text message: "I really miss you!"

Yang Lianfang immediately replied: "Me too."

Just as Hao Tian was about to reply, Yang Lianfang called: "Where are you?"

"I'm alone in this room where I sleep. Are you feeling better now?"

"I told you you stopped shaking as soon as you left, and it's true! After you've eaten, come from the west side of my house, okay? Be careful not to be seen on the way. When you get here, come to the south room of my house and send me a text message."

"Making me wait for you in your south room? You're really ruthless!"

"If you don't want to come, then don't! I've cleaned the south room spotless. There's a bed in there; it's where Honghong rests when it's hot. Do you think I would harm you?"

"Just kidding? Don't misunderstand, I've already arranged with the village chief to sleep in the village committee office. I went there from the west side of the village right after I finished eating."

Yang Lianfang's house is on the west side of the third street at the south end, with a south-facing gate and two large poplar trees in front. Zhen Guoxiang's house is right next to hers, and Liu Meimei's is on the east side of the second street, with an east-facing gate.

After hanging up the phone, Haotian was very excited. Being able to have some fun with Yang Lianfang was what he had been looking forward to these past few days. Because Xianmei and Fanxia had been staying in the same room these past few days, they couldn't get close.

During dinner, Fanxia solemnly asked Haotian what he and the village chief had done. Haotian only mentioned the play. Seeing that Haotian didn't say anything else, Xianmei remembered that he had mentioned on the phone earlier that he had other things to do, but she was afraid that asking would be inconvenient, so she didn't ask.

Haotian told Fanxia that he wanted to sleep in the village committee office these past few days, and Fanxia didn't object, because this was exactly what Fanxia wanted people to know—that she wasn't married to Haotian.

Fan Xia was already pondering how to persuade Haotian to understand that their relationship could only remain secret, and they absolutely could not marry. 03-12
097: Unsatisfied

097: Unsatisfied Around 7 o'clock, Haotian told Fan Xia he needed to go to the village committee office. The moon hadn't risen yet, and the stars twinkled in the vast night sky, as if telling Haotian to be careful.

He walked west along the path south of the village. Although few people walked this path at night, he was still afraid of running into someone, even if he did, he could easily make up an excuse.

What he feared most was being discovered by Zhen Guoxiang, because Yang Lianfang had told him that Zhen Guoxiang would sneak over to her house whenever she had free time.

He walked along the path to the west of the village, then turned north, and after walking another three or four hundred meters, he arrived at Yang Lianfang's yard. He hid under a large tree, checked to make sure no one was around, then scurried into Yang Lianfang's courtyard. He pushed open the door against the east wall of the gate; it wasn't locked. He thought to himself that Yang Lianfang kept her word.

Entering the south room, it was pitch black. After adjusting his eyes, he texted Yang Lianfang, "Coming." Receiving no reply, he lay down on the bed to wait, thinking that Zhen Guoxiang was probably just chatting idly at home.

After waiting for a long time, he finally heard voices in the courtyard. He recognized Zhen Guoxiang's voice. He heard her laughing and talking as she left the gate. Yang Lianfang locked the gate and then gently knocked.

Haotian opened the door and whispered, "Gone?"

Yang Lianfang whispered "Yes" and came in.

Haotian immediately embraced Yang Lianfang, pressing his erection between her legs. Yang Lianfang nestled in Haotian's arms, enjoying his caresses in the darkness.

Haotian's hands kneaded her buttocks, sometimes tightly, sometimes slowly, as she breathed heavily and swayed her body. This woman is Ai Qiu, much like Fan Xia, Haotian thought to himself.

"You're so good!"

Haotian said intimately, words that Yang Lianfang wanted to hear.

"You too!"

Yang Lianfang replied in a very low voice, "I have to go home. I can only come out after the children are asleep."

With that, Yang Lianfang left Haotian's embrace and went home. Haotian lay back down on the bed, checking his phone. It wasn't even 8 o'clock yet; he thought there was plenty of time.

He vaguely saw a water vat in the south room, and a washbasin on a small table next to it. So he scooped up two ladles of water, took off his clothes, and washed himself.

After getting into bed, he pulled back the covers and crawled in, wanting to sleep for a while.

Fan Xia's image appeared before him. She was the most elegant woman; she was beautiful when happy, and beautiful when sad. He had noticed she was very unhappy at dinner tonight.

It was normal for her to be unhappy; after hearing Yang Lianfang's words today, she felt that marrying him would put her under immense mental pressure.

She was both a daughter-in-law and a daughter of Guyang Village, a beloved actress and a respected Women's Federation director. For someone of her status to do something universally despised was indeed difficult.

Yang Lianfang's words deeply moved her, and she began to consider his feelings. He was fearless; even if all the attractive women in the village threw themselves at him, he wouldn't be affected.

But not her, because the villagers had very different expectations of men and women. He had heard people say, "Nine women clinging to one man is like water pushing a boat; nine men clinging to one woman is like falling into sewage." He had

also heard, "A man who visits other men might end up settling down with someone; a woman who marries a man becomes a worthless vessel."

Clearly, for a man, having another woman was an honor; for a woman, having another man was a loss. Therefore, women always had many concerns about having sex with men. But then again, if a woman does something, there must be gains and losses. If it were purely a loss, she wouldn't do it. Some do it for money, some for the man.

Haotian felt quite smug. He knew that women slept with him for him, not for his money. But he wasn't short of money, and he would never mistreat those who were close to him.

Yang Lianfang was a lady, but she couldn't resist his advances. That day, he had made her lewd remarks, telling her to "live well." He thought about inserting his large penis into her, and she immediately became oblivious to everything else. After they finished in the cornfield, she told him to fuck her properly—that was her true feeling. However, today, she was teaching him a lesson, telling him not to mess around, and that was also her true feeling. She was afraid people would find out; as long as they didn't know, she was willing.

Tonight, how could he make love to her to his heart's content? He began to ponder. Mature women were truly wonderful, unlike young women. Young women weren't bad, but they were always afraid of this and that—afraid of pain, afraid of pregnancy, afraid of losing their virginity and never finding another partner. In short, young women weren't as pleasurable as mature women.

Once inside, they weren't afraid of anything; they all knew how to enjoy themselves. Judging by their expressions of enjoyment, women seemed to find it more pleasurable than men during intercourse. Fan Xia was, Wen Jing was, and Yang Lianfang was too.

Suddenly, the door opened. "Are they asleep?"

Haotian sat up and asked.

"Yes, they are. Were you getting impatient? Don't worry, I promise I'll wake you up."

Yang Lianfang said, scooping water for Haotian to wash. Haotian said he had already washed and was just waiting to enter the cave.

After quickly washing, Yang Lianfang went to bed fully clothed and lay down next to Haotian.

"Take off your clothes!"

Haotian said, reaching out to help Yang Lianfang take off her pants.

"I'll take them off myself in a bit,"

Yang Lianfang held Haotian's hand down, preventing him from taking it off. She then began to play with Haotian's erect penis.

Haotian's "sky pillar" was aroused by Yang Lianfang's ministrations. "Amazing! How could Hao Chenggong have given birth to such a despicable thing like you!"

"You're the despicable one, you hypocrite! So you love calling me 'Big Qiu'!"

Haotian teased.

"If it weren't for your big, hard penis, I wouldn't do it with you!"

Yang Lianfang played with Haotian's iron-like penis, her body itching unbearably. She quickly pulled off her tight pants and straddled Haotian.

"You've got so much water down there?"

Haotian asked, his erection working in tandem with Yang Lianfang as she rode him.

"It's been wet for a while now. Zhen Guoxiang said she wouldn't leave, and I've been wanting your big dick for ages. -- Good job! This is truly exhilarating!"

Yang Lianfang said, moving up and down.

Haotian thrust into Yang Lianfang in rhythm with her movements, each thrust producing a "splat" sound.

"You're really good in bed!"

Haotian praised, reaching inside Yang Lianfang's tight top to cup her large breasts.

Yang Lianfang's pace quickened, and Haotian's glans felt a tingling sensation. Afraid of ejaculating, he sat up and held Yang Lianfang still.

Yang Lianfang shook her body vigorously, saying, "It feels like there are bugs crawling inside, it's so itchy."

Haotian then flipped Yang Lianfang over, thrusting hard a few times, then stopping, pausing for a moment, then thrusting hard again. Each time Yang Lianfang was hit, she opened her mouth wide, but made no sound. After thrusting for a while,

Haotian made Yang Lianfang sit up. Yang Lianfang sat in his lap, lowering her head to kiss Haotian. Their saliva was abundant, they sucked and swallowed each other, the sweetness going from their mouths to their hearts.

"So sweet!"

Yang Lianfang exclaimed, then resumed her sucking with Haotian.

"Your cunt is so good to poke, such a good cunt, poke—poke—poke—"

Haotian said, holding Yang Lianfang's buttocks and thrusting his body forcefully.

"It's all the way in, oh my god! I really love big dicks! My cunt feels uncomfortable if someone doesn't poke it!"

Yang Lianfang said, swaying her body.

"Isn't my brother-in-law amazing?"

Haotian asked, grabbing and kneading Yang Lianfang's plump buttocks.

"If you weren't amazing, you wouldn't have made me love big dicks. You're just tickling your brother-in-law's sister."

Yang Lianfang said, stepping onto the bed and moving again.

Haotian noticed that this woman was very proactive, quite different from other women.

"When you're with my brother-in-law, are you always the one who initiates?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no, he's more often the one who initiates. I don't know what's wrong with me today, I'm so itchy, you should poke me hard!"

"Then lie down!"

Haotian said, pressing Yang Lianfang down on the bed.

Yang Lianfang opened her legs and arched her back. Haotian knelt between her legs, holding her thighs and thrusting in and out, quickly increasing the speed.

Yang Lianfang was being penetrated to the point of ecstasy, when suddenly her body shuddered, swayed a few times, and then went limp.

"It really relieves the itch,"

Yang Lianfang said comfortably and lazily.

"You relieved your itch one minute and forgot about me the next."

Haotian was still hard.

"We were just a temporary pairing anyway. When your brother-in-law comes back, you won't get any more. You need to understand that!"

Yang Lianfang said solemnly.

This was the difference between Yang Lianfang and Fan Xia. Fan Xia and he were inseparable, soulmates, while Yang Lianfang and he were just playing around for a while, and she forgot about him afterward. It wasn't Yang Lianfang's fault; wasn't he the same way? It's just that Yang Lianfang was straightforward, while he deliberately pretended to be willing to go all the way.

"You'll regret it after you've done it with me, won't you?"

Haotian asked.

“A little, it's all because of Zhen Guoxiang's words that I've become confused. We never had such thoughts before.”

“You love that I'm young, that I'm energetic, right? You cunt, you just have to be hard and pounded.”

“What's the big deal if I can have a good time for a while?”

“Then I'll let you have a good time for a while longer, and then we'll do it again!”

“No, once the itch is relieved, I feel sad. I'm thinking about having a good family, and I'm making you write materials, it's really embarrassing and disappointing.”

“If you don't call me this afternoon, I definitely won't come, you really are!”

“I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming myself, how did I become such a person?”

“What's the big deal? Nobody knows, what are you afraid of?”

“Sigh, what I did was what I did, I'm not the kind of person who does this kind of thing, I regret it after doing it. I regretted it that day, I made up my mind, but your brother-in-law didn't come back, I was so itchy, I couldn't help but want to call you.”

"It's up to you. If you want me to come, I'll come; if you don't, I won't. But honestly, it's really hard to find an opportunity to come here. With the old folks back and two kids around, where am I supposed to find an opportunity? Besides, it's not like I'll come just because you have the chance."

Haotian said, touching Yang Lianfang's large breasts.

Under Haotian's caresses, Yang Lianfang felt aroused again, thinking that it was indeed hard to find an opportunity. Today they were finally together, so she might as well have a good time.

She tried to sit up and put his large penis inside, but as she sat up, she saw the light was on in the main room.

"Oh my god! Who's up?"

Yang Lianfang quickly dressed. "No, I'll go open the front door. You should leave; it'll be terrible if the children find out!"

Yang Lianfang hurriedly got out of bed, went out to open the front door, and returned to the main room.

The younger daughter asked sleepily, "Mom, where did you go?"

"I went to visit your aunt next door, but she kept nagging me and wouldn't let me leave."

Yang Lianfang coaxed her daughter, Cuicui, to sleep. Cuicui lay down and waited for her to sleep, so she quickly turned off the light, took off her clothes, and cuddled her daughter to sleep.

Haotian was very disappointed, cursing in his heart, "This kind of woman is really 'wanting to be a prostitute and also want to have a virtuous reputation.' I think you're 'Pigsy looking in the mirror, neither inside nor outside a person'!"

Haotian reluctantly put on his clothes, and seeing that the light in the main room was already off, he had no choice but to leave.

098: Caught in the Act

Haotian slowly opened the door, then slowly closed it. Turning around, he saw Zhen Guoxiang walking out from under the big tree behind Yang Lianfang's south room and whispering, "Come to my house."

As she spoke, she came up and took Haotian's arm.

Haotian and Yang Lianfang weren't quite done having fun, but unexpectedly, Zhen Guoxiang came to bother him. Excited, he didn't have time to think and followed her.

Back in the house, Haotian whispered, "How did you know I was at her house?"

"I knew this afternoon. You two were so engrossed in yourselves at home you didn't even see me. The south room was spotless; I knew you two were up to something tonight,"

Zhen Guoxiang said mysteriously.

After speaking, Zhen Guoxiang pushed Haotian onto the kang (a heated brick bed). Haotian felt a sense of curiosity towards Zhen Guoxiang, and she was overjoyed by her enthusiasm.

"Didn't Shengzhong come back? Where did he go?"

Haotian asked, hugging Zhen Guoxiang.

"He went to the county town to buy medicine for his mother and invited his sister to watch the play. He'll be back tomorrow!"

Zhen Guoxiang replied.

"That day I couldn't pull it out after I put it in, and you still dare to call me that?"

Haotian said, kissing Zhen Guoxiang.

"I was a little scared that day, but I definitely won't be unable to pull it out today!"

Zhen Guoxiang said.

Haotian stood on the ground and was about to take off Zhen Guoxiang's clothes, but she didn't move. Haotian took off Zhen Guoxiang's clothes and saw that her petite and well-proportioned figure looked very attractive in the night. So he crawled in front of her face and said, "I'll make you wet down there, so it'll be easier to go in and out."

Zhen Guoxiang stared blankly at Haotian, as if she hadn't heard his words, completely intoxicated by the powerful and oppressive masculine aura emanating from him.

Haotian kneaded her breasts, causing her body to itch involuntarily, and she quickly became wet.

"Ah—"

Zhen Guoxiang moaned softly as Haotian kneaded her, involuntarily thrusting her body forward and gently twisting her buttocks.

Haotian then gently rubbed her genitals with his hand. Zhen Guoxiang's small nose twitched incessantly, and her pointed tongue involuntarily extended from her lips, licking her upper and lower lips, tilting her head back towards Haotian.

Haotian lowered his head, and Zhen Guoxiang's lips immediately touched his. Her soft tongue slid incessantly across his lips. Zhen Guoxiang opened her mouth, and a tongue tip slipped into her mouth, desperately sucking his saliva.

A mocking smile appeared on Haotian's face, letting Zhen Guoxiang vent her desire. Her soft hands slowly slid down his waist to his penis. Although he was wearing trousers and Haotian didn't make any moves, his alluring masculine aura ignited the fire of desire within her to its extreme.

He reached out his small hand, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his underwear, revealing a hot, erect penis.

Zhen Guoxiang held the penis as if it were a precious treasure, leaned over, and began to suckle it reverently. Although there was a slight fishy smell, in Zhen Guoxiang's heart, it was the most wonderful scent in the world.

The moment the penis entered Zhen Guoxiang's mouth, Haotian's body trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath. The warm, delicate mouth sent a tingling sensation through his body. He reached out and stroked her head, enjoying her tenderness.

Zhen Guoxiang sucked on the penis diligently, constantly swallowing and spitting out fluid. Her tongue entwined around Haotian's glans, occasionally tracing the urethral opening with the tip. After a while, a trickle of fluid seeped from the urethral opening, and she sucked even more vigorously. The tingling, itchy sensation in her body made her feel like she was on fire, so she reached out and touched her own vulva. Haotian

took off all his clothes and lay down on the kang (heated brick bed). Zhen Guoxiang knelt before him, and Haotian presented his erect penis to her

. She opened her mouth and took the large glans in, licking and scraping it, her body moving constantly, her round, firm breasts trembling up and down. The penis, which should have been erect, was more than half submerged in her mouth; her mouth was wide open, and beads of sweat were sliding

down her face. Inside Zhen Guoxiang's mouth, the penis swelled even larger, and the intense pleasure throughout her body ignited a desire

within Haotian. He reached out and patted Zhen Guoxiang's head, saying, "Get up, get down and lie face down on the desk." Haotian's words filled the already burning Zhen Guoxiang with ecstasy. She eagerly got down, bracing herself on the edge of the desk with her hands, her buttocks raised high, twisting and turning, her legs spread apart, her upper teeth biting her lower lip, and low moans escaping her nose.

Seeing this alluring scene, Haotian's penis hardened. He took a deep breath, walked behind Zhen Guoxiang, and slapped her buttocks hard with a "smack."

Zhen Guoxiang turned to look at Haotian, her eyes, brimming with desire, revealing a hint of resentment, as if questioning why he hadn't already inserted his penis.

Seeing her expression, Haotian thrust his hips forward slightly, his glans slipping through her cleft and touching her smooth labia.

Zhen Guoxiang felt a hot penis pressed against her most intimate place, the glans teasing her labia with each thrust. An indescribable pleasure flowed through her body, her anus involuntarily contracting, and she couldn't help but arch her hips backward. At the same moment, Haotian thrust his lower body forcefully, his erect penis, lubricated by the overflowing fluids, plunging in without any resistance.

Haotian trembled all over, feeling his penis grow even larger. An indescribable feeling of fullness spread throughout Zhen Guoxiang's body from her lower body. A surge of ecstasy

welled up within her. Looking back at Haotian's handsome and amorous face, her heart overflowed with love, and she couldn't help but shed tears of joy. His penis thrust against her vulva again and again, the tender flesh inside her unable to withstand the pleasure, as if a small mouth were

constantly sucking at her. Haotian looked down at the woman writhing beneath him, listening to the intoxicating moans emanating from her delicate mouth.

He saw Zhen Guoxiang gripping the edge of the desk tightly, her legs, barely able to stand, weakening. She instinctively thrust her hips back, allowing his penis to penetrate her deepest parts again and again.

Seeing this, a smug smile appeared on Haotian's handsome face, his heart filled with extreme satisfaction. His erection, moistened by the warm fluids, felt even more comfortable, and he thrust even more vigorously.

Zhen Guoxiang's pleasure had reached its peak; every cell in her body seemed to be rejoicing. Her entire body felt like it was floating on clouds. Suddenly, her body went limp, and she felt a surge of heat within her. A gush of fluid, carrying intense pleasure

, erupted from her. She climaxed. As she climaxed, her hands could no longer support her body, and she slumped softly onto the desk, slowly sliding towards the floor. Haotian sensed Zhen Guoxiang's climax, and his penis heated up, almost ejaculating, but he took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the pleasure.

Seeing Zhen Guoxiang slide towards the floor, he reached out and grabbed her waist tightly, holding her lower body firmly in place, and thrust even more forcefully.

Zhen Guoxiang, still recovering from the pleasure, was attacked fiercely again, her body ignited with desire once more. She barely managed to prop herself up, cooperating with Haotian's thrusts, moaning incessantly.

The moans stimulated Haotian's nerves, and bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes. He seemed to be using all his strength to thrust into the watery hole, as if trying to shove his entire penis into that tight, warm place.

Zhen Guoxiang's mind was somewhat confused by the intense pleasure; she only knew to instinctively shake her buttocks, collapsing limply on the desk, letting out moans of pleasure.

After a series of thrusts, Haotian's pleasure was also nearing its peak when he suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening. Zhen Guoxiang had been too careless today; not only had she not locked the door, but she hadn't even drawn the curtains. Zhen Guoxiang snapped

out of her reverie and saw Haotian standing there, stunned. Liu Ming went straight to the window, vaguely seeing their naked bodies, and immediately opened the door and came in.

Zhen Guoxiang and Haotian then woke up as if from a dream and got onto the bed and crawled under the covers. Liu Ming didn't say anything, but pulled back Haotian's blanket. Haotian then realized he should get dressed.

Zhen Guoxiang buried her head and body in the blankets, motionless, waiting for her father-in-law's punishment. After

Haotian finished dressing and got out of bed, Liu Ming kicked him hard in the backside as he was about to leave.

Haotian came out looking very strange; he wouldn't say a word no matter what Liu Ming asked.

He was even more puzzled by Zhen Guoxiang's seemingly different behavior today. He had been worried about difficulty entering and being unable to pull out, but despite being tight, she slid in so easily.

He also thought about how she had slept with two women that night, yet hadn't finished with either. Was something playing tricks on her? Of course, he was also relieved that Liu Ming remained silent.

Liu Ming sat on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), not moving. Zhen Guoxiang was in turmoil, unable to make sense of anything.

"I know my son is impotent, but you can't eat Liu family food, wear Liu family clothes, spend Liu family money, and then ruin Liu family's life!"

Liu Ming forcefully pulled back the quilt covering Zhen Guoxiang, revealing a gap, and then said.

"Your son is impotent, I want a divorce. I've wanted to say this for a long time,"

Zhen Guoxiang said from under the covers.

"That's a nice way of putting it. You know how much your father has cost me, don't you? As long as you can give me half of that money back, I'll divorce you,"

Liu Ming said slowly.

Zhen Guoxiang fell silent. Liu Ming reached into her blanket and said, "My son might not be able to, but I am. You can't just let someone else's seed grow in my house!"

Zhen Guoxiang pushed Liu Ming's hand away and pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"Did you sow someone else's seed? I need to check."

Liu Ming spoke patiently, without getting angry or raising his voice.

"No!"

Zhen Guoxiang said dryly and firmly.

"Dare you let me check?"

Liu Ming added, "You bury your head, leave your bottom exposed, and I'll know immediately."

Zhen Guoxiang didn't move.

"If you don't want me to check, fine. Tomorrow, when Shengzhong comes back, and his sister comes too, we'll have a family meeting, call your parents, expose all the shameful things you've done, and if it's time for a divorce, then we'll get a divorce." Liu Ming said decisively

.

"Do whatever you want. The deed is done, and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Zhen Guoxiang wasn't afraid of Liu Ming's threats. Seeing that his threats weren't working, and fearing that his wife would find out if he went too far, Liu Ming went out, locked the front door, and returned home.

099: A Stern Reprimand

099: A Stern Reprimand Haotian sneaked into the village committee office, lay down on the bed without even turning on the light, and began to think blankly. The smug feeling he had when he walked to Yang Lianfang's house was completely replaced by a sense of shame and disgrace. He

had been caught in the act of adultery. If word got out, wouldn't people look at him coldly? Liu Ming hadn't said a word then, would he never say anything later? He kept asking himself these questions. He had heard that Liu Ming was a notorious scoundrel in the village. How could he have just let it go so quietly?

Haotian suddenly felt that he had done nothing but shameful things since returning to Guyang Village. He woke up as if from a dream, feeling that he had betrayed his parents and Fan Xia by doing such things behind their backs.

He blamed himself for being so interested in women these past few days, he had become a beast! A beast! Haotian thought of himself as a beast and wanted to slap himself.

With such a character, he still wants to achieve great things, even want to marry Fan Xia—unworthy! Unworthy! He was truly furious, and suddenly his anger turned to the women in the village. Wasn't it because they were so shameless! If they weren't shameless, why would he have slept with them so easily?

But the thought of women made his penis erect, and he became furious with his own flesh. He actually took off his pants, wanting to punish that shameless thing. He first pinched it with his fingernails, but instead of shrinking, it became even harder. Then he pinched the glans. Although pinching the glans hurt a little, it only felt burning hot and didn't soften.

Suddenly, he felt incredibly ridiculous. How could he blame this thing? If Fan Xia found out, she would be heartbroken. The root of his promiscuous behavior with women lay in his own mindset; he always felt that it wasn't shameful for a man to do such things, that it was a skill, something to be proud of.

He had never experienced the humiliation of being caught in adultery before. The moment he saw Liu Ming today, he was stunned. His initial thought was simply, "Whatever happens, happens; a hero takes responsibility."

But was this what it meant to be a hero? To do something shameful and disgraceful?

How childish, ridiculous, and despicable! He lost all sense of self-control at the sight of a woman. What kind of person was he at such a young age? Had he really become a donkey, a shameless person?

As he thought this, his lower body had already gone limp.

So shameful, so shameful! First, he had let down his parents and brought shame to the Hao family; second, he had let down Fan Xia, unworthy of loving and marrying her.

For the first time, he examined and condemned his secret behavior.

How could he have such thoughts? He began to search for the reason.

That's right, after returning to Guyang Village for half a month, he had been blinded by the praise of the villagers and the favor of the women. Although he had done some decent things, he thought about women most of the time, and spent the most energy on sex.

Sex had become his daily obsession; he wanted to soak his penis inside a woman's vagina almost every day—it felt so good!

He attributed this to Fan Xia, thinking that all women felt good because of her.

But tonight, it wasn't good at all; it was much better to masturbate.

Thinking about this, he got an erection again, and Fan Xia's image and expression clearly appeared in his mind. Before, he would think about women, especially Fan Xia, and masturbate, but lately, whenever Fan Xia didn't have sex with him, he wanted to find another woman and never masturbated.

"A pervert, a real pervert,"

Haotian thought, "but I can't help it. My big dick is hard, it makes me feel dizzy, I have to have some pleasure!"

He wanted to masturbate again now; he hadn't ejaculated with Yang Lianfang and Zhen Guoxiang, and now he was feeling a bit pent up. No choice, he might as well have some pleasure.

He took off his clothes, thinking about Fan Xia's big white buttocks, and started masturbating. The burning hot penis, slightly sore from being pinched earlier, was still erect and unyielding.

"Xia—you're so lovable, I love you to death," Haotian muttered, his hand still on his penis. Suddenly, Yang Lianfang appeared before him again. "I'll poke you, I'll poke you to death,"

Haotian frantically stroked his penis, and then Fan Xia's image flashed before his eyes.

Fan Xia's pitiful appearance during sex was what captivated him most. Thinking of her ecstatic look, he murmured, "Xiaxia is the best, Xia, I love you, wife, you're so good!"

Haotian began to ramble, his mind filled only with Fan Xia's dazed eyes and pitiful face. He felt incredibly blissful. Suddenly, Zhen Guoxiang flashed past, and then Fan Xia's face reappeared.

“I’ll get you pregnant, okay! You want to have a baby for your brother? Hmm, brother will plant your seed, your fertile field will surely produce good seedlings.”

Haotian said, speeding up his masturbation. Soon, his glans felt a tingling sensation, so he paused.

He thought of Fan Xia’s face, then Hu Juan’s pregnant belly, and then Fan Xia’s white buttocks.

“Ah! Xia—I’m going to cum,”

Fan Xia’s white buttocks seemed to be fixed in Haotian’s eyes.

He muttered strangely as he got off the bed, masturbated a few more times, and then began to ejaculate, “Oh—woo—woo—”

“So much cum! So comfortable, it’s really great!”

After Haotian finished, he muttered to himself, took some water from the tap, washed his urethral opening and glans, and lay down on the bed.

"That's really wicked. No wonder Yang Lianfang said, 'How could Hao Chenggong have given birth to such a wicked son?' Truly wicked. It's probably because he has too many offspring. If he could be emperor, his children would definitely be more numerous than those of Kangxi and Li Longji."

Hao Tian thought this with a feeling of great comfort and soon fell asleep.

The next day, after getting up, he went to a restaurant and ate a bowl of noodles. People still greeted him warmly, but he thought to himself that he could no longer fool them. He had to take back his original ideas, such as comparing the Yin Gate and the more the better.

He hoped that Liu Ming would not make a fuss and thought about how to secretly give him some money to shut him up.

After finishing his noodles, he went to the demolition site and saw that it was almost cleared. Two or three workers had already arrived. After greeting them, he turned around and saw Fan Xia's father walking in his direction. Then he saw Liu Ming coming out of Fan Xia's house.

He was about to go up and talk to Liu Ming when Liu Ming turned around and walked away to the east. Just then, he heard Fan Xia's father say kindly to him, "If you clean for half a day today, you can start digging the soil for the foundation this afternoon, and you can move the stones tomorrow."

Hao Tian turned around and looked at Fan Xia's father, who was already quite close, and said gratefully, "You've worked so hard, you've helped me a lot."

"You haven't done anything really big!"

Fan Xia's father said.

Hao Tian was about to say something when his phone rang. Seeing that it was Fan Xia, he didn't answer and said to Fan Xia's father, "It's my aunt calling. I slept at the village committee last night and haven't seen her yet. I'll see if she has anything to do."

"Then you should go back. I'll look after you here. Do whatever you need to do!"

Fan Xia's father said.

"Then I'll be going. You'll have to work hard, old man!"

Hao Tian said, thinking to himself how kind this old man was, and how he felt he had done something that even he had let him down.

When Haotian got home and found Xianmei gone, he was about to ask her where he was when Fanxia angrily questioned him, "Where did you go last night?"

Haotian knew Liu Ming had told her and was already filled with regret, so he told the truth: "I did something underhanded, went to Zhen Guoxiang's house, and her father-in-law caught me."

"Good—good! It's good that you dare to admit it! But you can't deny it now! You saw Liu Ming, right? Xianmei knows about this too, look how ashamed you are!"

Fanxia said, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm not human, I'm really not human!"

Haotian said, slapping himself several times as he saw Fanxia crying.

Xianmei heard this from the bathroom and quickly came out, saying, "Why are you hitting yourself? Just be more careful next time!"

Haotian was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into the ground. He didn't know whether to leave or stay, so he sat on the sofa with his head down, not knowing what to do.

Xianmei greeted him, saying, "I have to go home!"

He didn't even dare to look at Xianmei, just nodded.

Then, Xianmei said to Fanxia, "I'm going back,

I might not be able to come back until tonight!" Fanxia said, "If you're busy at home, then don't come!"

Xianmei said, "I'll see how things go. If I don't come tonight, I'll call you. We're hauling stones tomorrow, so if I don't come tonight, I'll come first thing tomorrow morning."

After watching Xianmei leave, Fanxia turned back to Haotian and said, "What you've done is so embarrassing and infuriating! But I thought you were all talk and no action, not ashamed or angry at all. Now, seeing you like this, you're still so shameless, you even know a little shame! I'm so angry I really want to tell your parents, but seeing how ashamed you are, I'm afraid telling them will embarrass you to death.

"I'm so angry I don't know what to say to you! -- There's no shortage of women in Guyang Village who want to be with you, go ahead and be with whomever you want! Some love you, some love your money, you're a hot commodity, you don't need to pretend in front of me anymore, I don't care about you anymore, you and I have nothing to do with each other!" Haotian

held his head in his hands, remaining silent and not daring to look at her. Fan Xia, seeing him like that, felt a mix of anger, resentment, and pity, but she resolved to teach him a lesson. So she asked, "Do you even care about me?"

"You do!"

Haotian blurted out, still holding his head.

"You talk a good game, but that day you knelt and made promises. How could I believe you? If you cared about me, would you have done this? Think about it! For you, I offended Zhao Yun, and now Zhao Yun is spreading rumors that I want to marry you. The villagers look at me with disdain; it feels like a knife is being ripped out of my heart. You don't even think about what I should do, and instead, you go and have sex with her."

"I've made up my mind. Become as successful as you want. I'm just a worthless piece of trash, not worth your time. I already said, from now on, we're completely cut off."

"You can still eat here, you can still sleep here, I can even help you with your farming, but remember, you can't touch a single thing about me! You're young, handsome, and rich; plenty of people like you. Marry if you want, or don't; it's up to you. I don't care anymore, and I can't control you.

I knew you were a playboy! You're fickle and promiscuous. Even if I married you, I'd be miserable. The sooner it ends, the less I worry, the less angry I get, and the longer I live."

"You've sweet-talked me enough. It's better to let things out sooner rather than later. Looks like I didn't do anything wrong. It's better to end things sooner rather than later. Otherwise, I would have been kept in the dark and knew nothing. I was just worried about how to tell you that we should end things, but now it's all good, and I don't have to make things difficult for you."

"If we can't end things, you can punish me however you want. You can tie me up with an iron rope and treat me like a dog."

Haotian hurriedly stood up and said when he heard Fan Xia say that she wanted to end things with him.

"If I treat you like a dog, then am I a dog too? You want me to stay with you to the end, don't you? I don't have that ability. You're just plotting something, and I saw through it a long time ago. But I still wanted you to change, but who knew that you're like a dog that can't stop eating shit. You want to follow any woman you see. Do you want to follow any old sow you see too?"

Fan Xia got angrier and angrier as she spoke. Seeing that Haotian didn't dare to look up, like a primary school student being scolded by a teacher, tears welled up in her eyes.

100: Eternal Love Goddess

100: Eternal Love Goddess Haotian saw Fan Xia scolding him and then bursting into tears. Knowing she was upset, he used his usual trick, trying to hug her and comfort her. But before he even reached her, she hid in the kitchen, saying, "Get away from me! Don't think I'm joking. Don't be so shameless in the future. I've told you so many times, don't touch me again!"

But Haotian thought, "Stop whining! How can you leave me?"

Seeing Fan Xia's tearful face, he found her even more adorable, ignoring what she said, and slowly moved closer to her. He thought she had never refused him because of his persistent whining; she just whined a little longer.

So he opened his arms, like an eagle catching a chick, trying to grab Fan Xia. Fan Xia's eyes gleamed with resentment, indicating she would never let him hug her. He pounced like a hungry tiger, pulling Fan Xia into his arms, his erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen.

Fan Xia struggled desperately to break free from his embrace, pushing him away and trying to retreat. She retreated until she reached the stove, where she couldn't go any further, her upper body still leaning back. Hao Tian was holding her tightly; she could feel it clearly. Unable to break free, she pushed him away forcefully, repeatedly saying, "Let me go! Let me go! You can't do this! Who do you think you are!"

Hao Tian didn't stop because of her pushing and accusations. Instead, he grabbed her head and forcefully pressed his lips against her tear-streaked face.

"No! You can't! You're not allowed to do this!"

Fan Xia struggled and accused him relentlessly. She wanted to cure his "illness" completely, to make him understand that she absolutely could not tolerate him repeatedly cheating on her with other women.

"I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you!"

Hao Tian was like a fierce lion, holding Fan Xia tightly. The more Fan Xia tried to break free, the tighter he held her, attempting to subdue her with his hard penis. But Fan Xia ignored him completely, continuing to struggle and accuse him.

Fan Xia's soft body and fragrant scent made Hao Tian unable to resist, but Fan Xia's determination to completely subdue Hao Tian did not waver in the slightest because of his passion. She thought to herself, if this guy isn't properly subdued, he'll be like a two-year-old calf eating the government's field, running all over the women's homes in Guyang Village.

By then it will be too late to subdue him. She now regretted not letting him off so easily last time; this time she had to touch his soul.

The two remained locked in this stalemate, one holding on tightly, waiting for her to submit, the other struggling to break free, determined not to let him succeed, resorting to scolding when she grew tired.

"What are you doing?"

a furious male voice suddenly rang out. Haotian heard it and released her, while Fanxia began to sob.

"You brat, so this is what you're like, you headless devil!"

Fanxia's father went up and slapped Haotian twice on the head.

Fanxia went to the bathroom to wash her face. Haotian silently endured the beating; in Fanxia's father's eyes, he suddenly became a thug.

"I always praised you to everyone, saying you were a good young man, destined for great things, with the spirit of your father, but I never expected you to be a thug. You think you can bully a woman alone at home? You think our family is easy to bully, don't you? I'll have my two sons skin you alive!"

Fanxia's father shouted angrily.

Fan Xia quickly came out of the bathroom and said to her father, "Dad, don't make such a fuss. He's still young."

Fan Xia's father then lowered his voice and said, "Young? Not really. He's over twenty and still young! He's a college graduate, what a pity, what a pity!"

Hao Tian felt relieved that Fan Xia had spoken up for him, and looked at Fan Xia's father, who was sitting on the sofa, and apologized, "Please forgive me this time, I'll never do it again!"

"I won't say anything, but you still dare? Just this once, you've embarrassed yourself completely! You wouldn't let me in, would you? I've been standing here for a while, I heard everything clearly, you're really not human! Did you waste your education? You've come back to embarrass your Hao family, haven't you?"

Fan Xia's father berated him mercilessly.

Hao Tian was speechless at this point, thinking that as long as he could calm his father down and stop the commotion, he could say whatever he wanted.

"I was wrong, please forgive me, old man, I'm still young!"

Haotian said, kneeling before Fan Xia's father. "Hit me, hit me hard, I know I was wrong!"

Seeing Haotian like this, Fan Xia's father stopped talking, but didn't immediately make him get up. He continued angrily, "That's not how people behave. Don't think that just because you have money, you can do anything. I cook for you every day, let you live here, and if I ever treat you unfairly, would you do this? People these days have really changed after they've had enough to eat and drink. They'd do the same to a young man like you!"

After saying this, Fan Xia's father stood up and went out. He stood in the yard to compose himself, and when his eldest daughter opened the door and called him, he listened to her instructions before going out.

After Fan Xia finished speaking to her father, she saw Haotian still kneeling on the carpet and deliberately ignored him. After a while, seeing that he was still kneeling and wouldn't stand up, he said in a harsh tone, "Get up, go to your room! Don't come into my room casually anymore. I'll call you when it's time to eat, and you'd better leave as soon as you're done."

Haotian had no choice but to stand up and go to the east room. He thought, "This time I've really messed things up. It seems this won't be changed overnight. As long as Fan Xia's father doesn't tell anyone, there's still a chance to change things. But if he does, all the things he did before will come back to haunt him."

He lay there for a while, pondered for a while, and decided he should focus on doing important things. So he slowly went to the old courtyard.

Seeing that the old house would be gone in a day or two, he realized he had forgotten to take some pictures. It's really not a good thing to be so preoccupied with women; no wonder emperors in the past lost their empires because of women. Indulging in pleasure among women leads to losing oneself, and what good can come of that?

The sun was warm and the breeze gentle. There weren't many workers on the construction site; a bulldozer chugged along, and two or three people were picking up broken bricks and loading them onto a small cart. He figured everyone was rushing to work in the fields so they could go see the play in a few days. He hadn't seen Hu Yi and the others since they'd eaten that day. He should have looked for them, but every day, besides doing the most important things, his mind was always on women; he hadn't thought of them at all.

When Fan Xia's father saw him come out, he didn't greet him as enthusiastically as he had in the past few days, but he wasn't hostile either. He knew Fan Xia was settled, so he figured she wouldn't cause any more trouble.

He wanted to go up and ask, but he felt a little embarrassed since what had just happened, so he rode back from the west in his small four-wheeled tractor hauling soil, greeted the driver, and headed west.

Where should he go? He decided to look outside the village. When all he thinks about is women, he pays no attention to anything else. His mind is filled with images of big, white buttocks and large breasts. No wonder Fan Xia said he was only after that. This can't go on, it can't continue. If he continues like this, he'll become neither human nor ghost, and no one will respect him. A person who doesn't value their reputation and acts recklessly will never have a good end.

Suddenly, he thought of visiting the ancestral graves. The graves were in the southwest of the village, not far from Xiliang. Walking along the path, he saw Yang Lianfang's cornfield, and a wave of shame washed over him again. Haotian realized then that once a person loses their way, they can't see their direction and live a muddled life.

Actually, Fan Xia changed because she couldn't bear the cold stares of others. As the saying goes, a person lives for their reputation, a tree for its bark. In their relationship, they disregarded everything else. But a relationship isn't everything; there are too many things to do in life.

It seems he needs to adjust his thinking quickly. If he doesn't, the achievements he's just made will be ruined. Fan Xia had finally decided to divorce Chang Hongyun and marry him after much effort and passion. His indulgence had hurt her feelings, and it would take a tremendous amount of effort to change that.

More importantly, he needed to figure out how to be a good husband and not follow his own plans. If all else failed, he might buy a vibrator in the city; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to resolve his predicament quickly.

But then he thought about how convenient it would be, and the more frequently he used it, the worse it would be. He suddenly remembered something he'd seen online: participating in healthy recreational activities, especially physical exercise, could release energy.

Next, he had to be cautious and carefully observe Fan Xia's feelings. She actually liked him; as long as he didn't mess around with other women and kept things within limits, she would come back to him. But his attitude and methods had to change; he couldn't act recklessly based on his recent thoughts.

Things were always changing, and Fan Xia's change in attitude today had given him a profound lesson.

Tomorrow they would be hauling stones, the foundation would be laid soon, and the opera performance would begin. On the first day of the opera performance, the village chief asked me to say a few words before the performance started that evening. What should I say?

I should not let Fan Xia scold me so much today, nor let her so firmly stop me from being intimate with her. My thoughts might wander to even more wicked places.

He suddenly understood Fan Xia and felt she had done the right thing. She meant well; she was planning for the long term—Haotian firmly believed this. Without this foundation of thought, he might not have been so lenient. It's true that people aren't suited to being kind; one always needs to be strict with oneself.

Thinking about this, he even began to resent his parents. They had trusted him too much and been too lenient. However, this was also related to Fan Xia. If it weren't for her, even if his parents were lenient, he wouldn't have fallen in love with a woman so early.

Fan Xia bore an undeniable responsibility. If he confronted her and made a scene in front of everyone, she would be in serious trouble and wouldn't be able to explain herself.

Haotian had already seen the ancestral graves, but seeing people in front of them, he inexplicably didn't want to see them anymore. His mind was filled with conflicting emotions—sometimes self-reproach, sometimes resentment.

He wanted to calmly sort out his thoughts, so he turned from the path and walked towards a potato field. Haotian was a thoughtful person; he had come this far through much reflection. After much deliberation, I still can't let go of Fan Xia. I still think of her as a goddess, no matter what.

Whether I'm bewitched or possessed, I like her, I love her to no end. Listening to her and not messing around with other women is fine, but staying away from her, as she says, is absolutely impossible. It seems I won't be able to find peace of mind without marrying Fan Xia.

You say I'm your nemesis, but you're my nemesis! Who told you to have such a beautiful butt, such beautiful thighs, such beautiful breasts, such beautiful eyes, such beautiful teeth and lips, such smooth skin, such an alluring expression? Who told you never to reject me like this before?

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