August arrived, heralding autumn.
The incessant patter of the autumn rain had kept Zhang Xiaoshan from home for several days.
At that moment, he was sitting at the entrance to the infirmary, lost in thought.
"I wonder when my sister-in-law will cool off."
Zhang Xiaoshan felt somewhat helpless.
His relationship with his sister-in-law was a bit headache-inducing.
Then there was Xu Jing, whose reputation in the village suffered last time because of me. With today’s heavy rain, I wonder if the old schoolhouse is leaking?
His mind was a jumble of thoughts.
Not far away, Xu Jing was walking along the village path, holding an umbrella.
Zhang Xiaoshan called out to her.
Xu Jing paused briefly but did not look back, and soon resumed walking.
Zhang Xiaoshan was unsure what to say to Xu Jing and gave up chasing after her.
"This jerk, doesn’t he know to chase after me?"
"Say some nice words to me, coax me a little, and wouldn’t I forgive you?"
Xu Jing, who had slowed her pace, glanced over with the corner of her eye. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoshan was still sitting motionless at the infirmary entrance, she immediately grew annoyed, quickened her pace, and disappeared from Zhang Xiaoshan’s view.
"Forget it, I might as well go to Sister Xiue’s place for dinner."
Zhang Xiaoshan pondered and got up.
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Zhang Xiaoshan looked over.
The Widow Su was waddling over with her ample backside swaying from side to side.
Zhang Xiaoshan got a shock and quickly returned to the infirmary, attempting to lock the door, but Su Xiangmei had already caught up, sticking her foot in the door gap.
"Why are you running? Can’t you hear me calling you?"
Su Xiangmei complained discontentedly.
Zhang Xiaoshan could only open the door, looking confused as he spoke.
"Oh, if it isn’t Aunt Xiang Mei, the rain is too loud, I didn’t hear you clearly. Are you here for a check-up? It’s too late now, why don’t you come back tomorrow?"
Su Xiangmei chuckled, squeezing through the door and gave Zhang Xiaoshan a white look.
"With no one else around, why play such a charade with me?"
"You know exactly why I’ve come to see you, don’t you?"
Her eyes carried an unrestrained lustfulness.
Zhang Xiaoshan was in utter despair.
How could this old widow be so troublesome?
But how could he possibly get her pregnant?
"Aunt Xiang Mei, honestly, I think you should reconsider this a bit more carefully."
Su Xiangmei flew into a rage out of humiliation.
"You little scoundrel, you’ve dragged this on for so long, seems like you never intended to follow through. I don’t care, I’ve made up my mind today, if you don’t give me a child, I will go tell your sister-in-law everything about you and that widow Luo Meili. I know you’re dating Mr. Xu; I can go spill the beans, break you two up, make a huge mess."
"Please, don’t do that."
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately felt guilty.
Yu Xiuxiu was already furious, if she found out he’d slept with Luo Meili, she’d probably never forgive him in this lifetime, right?
The way Xu Jing looked at him would change, too.
This Widow Su was truly ruthless.
The Widow Su smiled triumphantly and then grabbed Zhang Xiaoshan’s arm, saying cheerily,
"I’m just teasing you, why would I really go and snitch? As long as you give me what I want, just once, give it to me just once. Whether or not I get pregnant, I’ll keep your secret."
"I may be older, but I’ve got plenty of stamina, I can guarantee you’ll be well taken care of."
"Don’t be fooled by Mr. Xu’s youth and beauty; she’s like an unripe fruit, how would she know what a man needs?"
She brazenly gave Zhang Xiaoshan a coquettish look.
All Zhang Xiaoshan could think about was Li Ya’s warning. If he really did anything with the Widow Su, Li Ya might do something drastic like taking her own life.
"Enough with the ’I’s, let’s hurry up, I won’t take much of your time, come on."
"I’ll help you undress."
The Widow Su eagerly began to pull at Zhang Xiaoshan’s clothes.
Zhang Xiaoshan was utterly helpless.
"So we’re agreed then, just this once?"
Zhang Xiaoshan clenched his teeth.
"Once, just this one time, you have my word."
"You do it yourself, though."
The Widow Su said, and without further ado, she went into the inner clinic, quickly stripping off her clothes.
She lay on the small bed, legs up, like a plump sheep ready to be butchered.
It must be said, while the Widow Su was nearly forty, she had maintained herself quite well, especially her voluptuous figure, which was indeed attractive.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s eyes widened in response, and he gradually became aroused.
"Forget it, if I don’t give in to her, she’s likely to pester me for the rest of my life."
With resolve, Zhang Xiaoshan strode toward the bed.