Zhang Xiaoshan was already fuming when he heard Jia Lanhua’s sarcastic remarks, and he immediately responded somewhat irritably.
"What does it matter to you if Xu Jing and I are fighting?"
At this, Jia Lanhua was not pleased either.
"Oh, you heartless Zhang Xiaoshan, you’ve already slept with me, and you—you’re fooling around with Mr. Xu behind my back, yet you still act so self-righteous?"
"Don’t you feel even a bit guilty?"
Jia Lanhua put on a very angry face.
Zhang Xiaoshan looked her over and finally understood why Luo Meili kept warning him that he could mess with any woman in the village, but he must never provoke Jia Lanhua.
Her mind was just too narrow, and she had no insight whatsoever.
But could Zhang Xiaoshan let Jia Lanhua have the upper hand?
He hit back at her without the slightest courtesy.
"Aunt Lanhua, your words are unreasonable. You slept with me of your own free will; I didn’t put a knife to your throat. Besides, I’m not married—what’s wrong with me dating a young girl like Mr. Xu?"
"Don’t forget you’re a married woman with a husband; do you expect me to never get married?"
Jia Lanhua was so angered by his retort that her face turned green.
Yet, Zhang Xiaoshan’s words made sense, and she couldn’t find anything to counter them with for the moment.
"You, you—you little rascal! Once you’ve pulled up your pants, you deny everything. Right, right, you’re correct—I’m a married woman without a future with you. Fine then, from now on, never come looking for me. We’re through. If I let you touch me again, I might as well sew it up and ruin myself."
Jia Lanhua was a fiery woman and not accustomed to being insulted; she stormed off in a huff.
Zhang Xiaoshan watched as Jia Lanhua walked away.
Her figure was truly too good, especially those long, shapely legs. How many women could compare? Their last encounter had left an indelible impression of delight on Zhang Xiaoshan.
He had only experienced her once. If Jia Lanhua really decided to cut ties with him, would he have another opportunity to explore her deeply?
He then recalled Wu Damming’s ugly demeanor when he had been causing trouble for him.
"Fine, you cause me trouble, I’ll sleep with your wife."
Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly chased after Jia Lanhua.
"Sister Lanhua, wait for me!"
Zhang Xiaoshan caught Jia Lanhua’s arm.
He dragged her into the nearby cornfield, pulling and tugging her along.
"Let go of me! Weren’t you just being harsh with me, saying I shouldn’t meddle in your affairs? Why won’t you let me go?" demanded Jia Lanhua with a glare.
Zhang Xiaoshan replied with a grin on his face.
"Hehehe, Sister Lanhua, I was just arguing with Mr. Xu and got carried away in the heat of the moment. Hit me if you want, come on, hit me."
Zhang Xiaoshan took Jia Lanhua’s hand and started slapping it against his chest.
"You’re shameless, you know."
Jia Lanhua immediately softened a lot in her demeanor.
"Hehe, so you’re not mad at me anymore?"
Zhang Xiaoshan seized the moment to pull Jia Lanhua into his embrace, his hand moving down from her lower back.
"You’re going to die, you—stop pulling and tugging. It’s bad if someone sees us," said Jia Lanhua, feeling delighted inside.
"What’s there to be afraid of? There’s no one else in the cornfield."
With that, Zhang Xiaoshan pushed Jia Lanhua down against the cornstalks.
..."Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you brute, be gentle; you’re crushing me."
"Should I stop then?"
"No, don’t, hurry up; someone could come soon."
"No, it’s too embarrassing."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, husband, husband..."
"You little scoundrel, you just know how to take advantage of me, and later you’ll deny it again," said Jia Lanhua, sending a flirty look to Zhang Xiaoshan as she got dressed.
"Sister Hua, you can be assured I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life; I’ll never deny it," Zhang Xiaoshan said contentedly, as if honey coated his lips.
Jia Lanhua was like a superbly delicious dish, irresistible.
It was hard for any woman to make him feel like flying.
He didn’t really want to cut ties with Jia Lanhua.
Moreover, she was Wu Damming’s wife, which made the thrill of their encounters even more stimulating for him.
It was the ultimate experience of revenge.
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Being with Wu Damming was like living in widowhood; it was Zhang Xiaoshan who had brought her a second spring.
Quitting Zhang Xiaoshan would be as hard as ascending to the heavens.
Furthermore, after Zhang Yishan’s recent spirited performance, Jia Lanhua was not just free of anger towards him, but she was loving him to her core.
"You just know how to deceive me. You have Mr. Xu; once you get married, you’ll forget about me," Jia Lanhua spoke as she lay in Zhang Xiaoshan’s arms.
"How could I? Besides, you just saw Mr. Xu and me fall out, right? It’s because I refused to meet her parents back home. I’m not planning to get married anytime soon."
"Really?" Jia Lanhua’s eyes immediately brightened.
A man’s mouth is a lying fiend.
Zhang Xiaoshan continued to bluff.
"Of course, I like you, Sister Hua; I want to be with you forever."
"Then let me ask you, have you really not slept with Wu Biao’s wife?"
"Nonsense, I have you. Why would I care for a woman like that? You’re much better than her," he assured her.
Hearing this, Jia Lanhua was over the moon.
"If you dare lie to me, I’ll slap you."
She reached down with one hand.
"Ow, you’re misbehaving again."
Feeling the sudden movement, Jia Lanhua’s eyes lit up.
"Heehee, let me reward you," she said as she leaned over and knelt down.