Zhang Xiaoshan returned to the infirmary with the intention of resting.
Suddenly, his sharp senses detected footsteps approaching.
Now his Divine Thought could survey the surroundings.
He glanced outside the door.
About a hundred meters away, a plump woman, carrying a vegetable basket wrapped in cloth and wearing a smiling face, was walking briskly towards him.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately panicked.
Why was this old widow coming again?
The person Zhang Xiaoshan feared the most in White Dragon Village was Su Xiangmei, because she wanted a son from him.
He was so young and not even married yet. If he really were to suddenly have a son, how would that even work?
Especially when he thought of the charming Li Ya, Zhang Xiaoshan became even more determined not to mess around with Su Xiangmei.
If he really had to choose one, he would undoubtedly pick the young and beautiful Li Ya.
Su Xiangmei was not bad, a woman of a certain age still full of charm, but far behind the youthful Li Ya.
As he contemplated how to avoid Su Xiangmei’s eager pursuit that evening, Su Xiangmei had already walked in.
"Hey, Aunt Xiangmei, why are you here so late? I was just about to go home,"
Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Su Xiangmei, who was entering the door, with a face full of confusion.
At this point, all he could do was play dumb.
Su Xiangmei laughed like a hen laying an egg.
"Don’t try to fool me. I just saw with my own eyes your sister-in-law sweeping you out the door."
"Don’t try to deceive me."
Zhang Xiaoshan felt a bit awkward upon hearing this.
It seemed this old woman had done her homework today.
It seemed difficult for him to escape now. Latest content publıshed on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
"Aunt Xiangmei, you’re here so late, to see a doctor?"
"How about tomorrow? I was thinking of resting."
Zhang Xiaoshan exhibited a tired look, but Su Xiangmei wasn’t buying it.
"You little sly, stop pretending to be oblivious. You know why I’m here."
"If you’re really unclear, then let me tell you, I’m here about having a son."
This old widow really had no shame.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s heart thudded, seeing that Su Xiangmei wasn’t likely to back down easily today.
"Aunt Xiangmei, about having a son, I suggest you think it over. At your age, pregnancy can be very dangerous..."
"Pah, spare me the nonsense."
Before Zhang Xiaoshan could finish his smooth talk, he was rudely interrupted by Su Xiangmei.
"Whether it’s dangerous or not is my business. As long as you can let me have a son, I’m willing to die for it."
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking."
"You sly young scoundrel, all you do is put me off because you really don’t want to help me."
"But don’t forget, you still have a secret that I hold, and this is something you promised long ago."
"If you go back on your word, tomorrow I will stand at the entrance of the village and announce everything about you and Luo Meili."
By this time, Su Xiangmei’s voice had become very loud.
This old widow was truly ready to turn hostile.
Killing to silence her? Nonsense, that doesn’t happen.
"Aunt Xiangmei, don’t shout, come inside to talk."
Zhang Xiaoshan wondered whether he should use the Refining God technique to properly brainwash Su Xiangmei?
But his Divine Thought was not yet powerful enough; he feared a failed brainwashing attempt might turn Su Xiangmei into an idiot, which would be troublesome.
"Hmph, that’s more like it."
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan compromise, Su Xiangmei immediately changed her tone, speaking coyly and softly to Zhang Xiaoshan.
"I’m really not a bad person, I’ve always thought of you. Aren’t I just worried you were driven out by your sister-in-law and might be hungry, so I specially brought you food?"
Su Xiangmei gave Zhang Xiaoshan a longing look and then lifted the cover of the basket, taking out the contents.
A bowl of crisp meat stew, mixed vegetables, and two big white buns.
Looking at those two buns,
Zhang Xiaoshan unconsciously swept his gaze toward Su Xiangmei’s chest.
Subconsciously comparing the two.
It seemed Su Xiangmei had the upper hand.
"You like looking, huh? Then let Auntie give you a good look."
Far from being shy, Su Xiangmei lifted her hands and undid the buttons on her floral shirt.
Looking at those plump, juicy things, Zhang Xiaoshan couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
"Maybe I should just reluctantly take care of Su Xiangmei?"