Feeling the pleasure her youthful body brought her, she began to feel fortunate in her heart—fortunate that she had clearly seen Zhang Xiaoshan peeping at her bathing that morning, yet she had not told that old bastard Wu Damming.
Without a doubt, Wu Damming, who was quite old, was sure to die before her; by then, she might only be around forty years old. Although Wu Lingling was there, that wasn’t her own flesh and blood, and by that time, Wu Lingling would probably be married off. Once Wu Damming died, would Wu Lingling still remember her stepmother?
This question was very practical.
She had to ensure she would have someone to rely on in her old age; her fate was in her own hands. She wanted to find herself a companion, a man who could provide her with warmth in both soul and body. Wasn’t Zhang Xiaoshan the best choice?
Especially since she felt she should have a child, preferably a son. That old bag of bones, Wu Damming, evidently didn’t have the ability to do that.
Jia Lanhua, after all, was someone who had finished junior high school, more educated than those old ladies in the village who had never even been to the county town. She knew the importance of genes for the next generation.
Zhang Xiaoshan was tall and handsome, and he was the first college student in the village. He had the looks, he had the education; if she could sow a seed with him, how could the son be anything but outstanding?
Feeling Jia Lanhua’s embrace growing tighter, Zhang Xiaoshan felt as if there were countless ants crawling on his body, causing a severe itching sensation.
He was a bit uncertain about Jia Lanhua’s intentions. Was this considered flirting with him?
Throwing herself into his arms?
"You vile woman, what are you doing out there?"
Suddenly, Wu Damming’s shouting came from the courtyard.
The embracing Zhang Xiaoshan and Jia Lanhua were both startled, their amorous confusion instantly dissipated.
"Quick, let go, be careful that old bastard Wu Damming sees us."
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As their eyes met, thinking about the bold move they had just made, both their faces flushed red.
At that moment, Wu Damming had already walked out from the courtyard.
Wu Damming’s face was fine initially, but when he saw Zhang Xiaoshan standing together with his wife, Jia Lanhua, under the willow tree, his face immediately darkened.
He vented his anger on Jia Lanhua, cursing her loudly.
"You shameless hussy, have you no self-respect? Look at what you’re wearing—what a sight you are!"
Wu Damming was extremely annoyed, his tone full of jealousy.
His wife was one of the top beauties in White Dragon Village, but he was old now and could only look and touch, incapable of doing the actual deed. He knew many men in the village had their sights on Jia Lanhua, but luckily, he was the village head, so people didn’t dare to provoke him. Otherwise, he’d be clueless about how many times he’d been cuckolded.
To prevent any accidents, he always forbade Jia Lanhua from leaving the house, treating her like a caged canary.
But Jia Lanhua wasn’t one to be trifled with. She could stay at home, sure, but she demanded to be treated like an empress, calling the shots on all household matters and known for her fiery character.
"What do you mean by that?"
"What’s wrong with standing at my own doorstep? You think I’m cheating? Hmph, if you could satisfy me, would I need to go out and find other men?"
Jia Lanhua was not intimidated, marching up to Wu Damming and cursing him out, even pointing out his shortcomings.
Being told by his own wife in front of a young man that he was inadequate was a tremendous humiliation indeed.
Driven by anger, Wu Damming reflexively slapped Jia Lanhua across her lovely, attractive face.
The tremendous force threw Jia Lanhua off balance, and she fell to the ground on her buttocks.
Sitting on the ground, Jia Lanhua clutched her swollen cheek, looking up at Wu Damming with eyes full of anger and grievance.