78: Chapter 78: The Story of Aunt Collins 78: Chapter 78: The Story of Aunt Collins After settling everyone down, Peter Brown returned to his spacious villa.
Being a cultivator, many things were kept as secrets.
Peter had stopped living with his parents, but of course, they were not far apart – he just reserved a private space for himself.
After taking a shower, Peter, wearing a bathrobe, sat on his balcony.
Looking around, the lights in the village dotted the view but were not too numerous.
Seeing this situation, Peter knew that he still had many things to do, as the village was still too poor.
Thinking about the wine factory they discussed today, Peter came up with a new idea – to adopt a development style that combines the wine factory and farmers.
Next, he would sign contracts with farmers, buying their medicinal crops, and secretly lay down a Spiritual Gathering Array in their farmland.
In this way, the entire village could be stimulated to develop.
Of course, Peter had many methods to deal with those who lacked moral principles.
While thinking about these matters, Peter heard the sound of the doorbell.
Upon opening the door, he saw Aunt Collins wearing black trousers, a plaid shirt, and her damp hair draped around her shoulders after a shower – a certain charm emanated from her.
“Aunt Collins, please come in,” said Peter, warmly inviting her into his home, not knowing her intentions for the visit.
After entering the house, Aunt Collins looked around and said, “I saw you sitting on the balcony and came over.”
Peter quickly brought a can of drink to Aunt Collins and asked, “Do you need anything, Aunt Collins?”
“Can’t I come to your place if I don’t have any business?” Aunt Collins glared at Peter.
“Hehe, of course, you can.”
Aunt Collins had lived next to Peter’s home, and the two families were very close, often joking with one another.
“Peter, am I doing alright?”
Peter assumed she was asking about her health and said, “Aunt Collins, I need to take your pulse to know for sure.”
She hesitated for a moment, not expecting Peter’s response, and reached out to let him do it.
As Peter was about to check her pulse, Aunt Collins said, “Peter, don’t always call me Aunt Collins, you must know my real name, right?”
Peter awkwardly smiled and replied, “I actually don’t know.”
Humphing, Aunt Collins said, “Listen carefully, my name is Heidi Jones.
Everyone’s used to calling me Aunt Collins, making me sound older, but I’m only a little over twenty-four or twenty-five.”
Not knowing why she brought this up, Peter placed his hand on Aunt Collins’ hand to take her pulse.
Under the light, Peter noticed that Aunt Collins’ hands were fair and delicate, her fingers resembling spring flowers, unlike those of a rural woman.
She had such beautiful skin!
At this point, Peter couldn’t help but think of the last time he had been in a close embrace with Aunt Collins, and his gaze unintentionally drifted towards her chest.
Aunt Collins noticed where Peter’s eyes were and humphed, making Peter even more embarrassed.
“Do you like what you see?
Want to take a closer look?” Gathering her courage, Aunt Collins whispered the question.
At this moment, any ulterior motives Peter may have had were instantly chased away, as he looked at her in shock.
Biting her lips, Aunt Collins asked, “Do you want to know my story?”
Before Peter could speak, Aunt Collins began telling her tale.
“Do you know why I married into your village?
I have several younger siblings, and my family was in dire straits.
Aidan Harris was working in the provincial capital at the time, and the old bachelor couldn’t marry a woman.
He spent 10,000 dollars to take me as his wife.”
Aidan Harris was Aunt Collins’ husband, and Peter knew this.
He had seen Aidan, who was nearly sixty, when Peter was in jail, and wondered how the old bachelor could marry such a beautiful woman.
Now he knew it was because Aidan had taken advantage of Aunt Collins’ poverty.
“I have three younger sisters and two younger brothers.
I’m the eldest in the family.
At that time, my dad had an accident and needed a large sum of money for treatment.
So when Aidan found out and brought 10,000 dollars to our house, there was no way we could refuse.
Despite my unwillingness, I had to follow him.”
Peter didn’t know what to say.
“That old bachelor isn’t a good guy!”
With that, tears started to flow from Aunt Collins’ eyes.
“What happened?” Peter looked at Aunt Collins, puzzled.
After crying for a while, Aunt Collins lamented, “Do you know?
Aidan Harris indulged in eating, drinking, gambling, and prostitution in the provincial capital, but that’s not the main issue.
He was secretly engaged in forcing good women into prostitution.
He didn’t marry me out of kindness.”
Peter was shocked, as he had no idea about any of this and stared at Aunt Collins.
“Actually, Aidan has long been unable to perform.”
At this point, she looked at Peter and said, “I’m still a maiden, did you expect that?”
At that moment, Peter seriously replied, “I noticed it early on.
Your eyebrows are tight but not scattered, and there isn’t a large gap between your legs.”
After saying this, Peter was stunned, realizing what he had just blurted out.
He had simply shared the knowledge he had gotten from his inheritance.
Aunt Collins was so beautiful, and Peter had secretly observed her – of course, he already knew she was a maiden.
“You’re not a good person either!”
Aunt Collins glared angrily at Peter.
Just as Peter was getting worried, Aunt Collins spat and said, “You’re always secretly staring at people.”
The conversation had taken a suggestive turn, which left Peter unsure of how to respond.
He tried to change the subject and asked, “What happened after that?”
At Peter’s question, Aunt Collins fell back into sadness and said, “Aidan Harris not only owes a lot of money in the provincial capital, but he also wants to sell me to make up for his debts.
They want me to pretend to be a female college student and sell my virginity.
They said some young master was offering a hundred thousand for it.
How could I let them succeed?
I appeased them at first and then reported them, as they deserved!”
None of the villagers knew about these incidents, and Aunt Collins hadn’t mentioned them since her return.
Peter found himself unable to fully understand her.