Chapter 873: 873 agreed signal
Ding Er eyed Liu Yuhong’s retreating figure, “My nose is the strongest when it comes to sniffing out women, and just now she definitely didn’t fall into the river, but into a cesspit. Didn’t Chuan carry a load of manure over there just before? It smelled just like that manure stench…”
“Enough with that, isn’t the manure from every household just as stinky? Can you really tell which cesspit she fell into? According to you, she fell into Chuan’s manure bucket? Impossible! Your nose must be out of whack…”
The distant Liu Yuhong, pale as paper, listened to the discussions behind her.
She rushed home as fast as she could.
Upon entering, village chief Liang Zhenghong saw her drenched like a drowned rat and asked with concern, “Hong’er, what happened to you?”
Liu Yuhong bit her lip, originally wanting to say that Chuan had pushed her into the river, but just in case it came to an investigation and Chuan claimed she had seduced him, damning public opinion, she might as well suffer in silence, “Nothing, I was just walking by the river and accidentally fell in.”
“Then you’d better change your clothes quickly, don’t catch a cold,” Liang Zhenghong said tenderly, “I’ll go heat some water for your bath.”
Liu Yuhong, watching his receding figure into the kitchen, didn’t feel a trace of emotion.
This old man was even older than her own father, but what did his kindness matter to her? He had ruined her chance at a lifetime of happiness!
She had thought about killing him so many times!
While Liu Yuhong bathed, Liang Zhenghong entered the room and picked up the wet clothes she had left on the floor, sniffing them, “Hong’er, why is there a foul smell on your clothes?”
“Oh.” She responded coldly, “I rushed back in such a hurry that I accidentally fell into someone’s vegetable field, which had just been fertilized with manure, probably where the stench came from.”
Liang Zhenghong, without suspicion, picked up her clothes and took them to the yard to soak and wash.
For his much younger wife, he truly cherished her from the bottom of his heart, fearing she would suffer the slightest grievance.
Liang Ping’an returned from outside and saw his father washing his stepmother’s clothes, thinking to himself: The old man sure has lots of energy.
These past few days, he had often overheard his father and Yuhong ‘doing things’ in their room.
“Dad, is there anything to eat?” Liang Ping’an felt a bit hungry.
“There’s a bowl of tofu-cooked fish on the stove, saved for you.”
“Oh.” He went to the kitchen, ate the meal, belched, and then walked into the yard, seeing Liu Yuhong just finishing her bath and opening the door.
Liang Zhenghong then went back into the room to dump out the bathwater for her.
Liang Ping’an thought that it had been some time since he had been intimate with this woman.
He coughed four times, seemingly nonchalant. Liang Zhenghong turned his head and looked at him with concern, “An’er, have you caught a cold?”
“If you have, I’ll call Doctor Sun over.”
“Dad, no need. I’m fine,” he shook his head. Seeing his biological father’s concerned expression, a flicker of guilt suddenly passed through his heart. If his father knew about him and his stepmother…
That would surely anger his father to death.
But over the seven years, any guilt he might have felt had been significantly diluted.
At first, it was Liu Yuhong who had seduced him, and he couldn’t resist her soft and warm jade-like feel. Time and again, under the same roof, they would find opportunities whenever they could…
If there were no chances at home, then they would go to Hanging Neck Mountain.
After all, someone had died on Hanging Neck Mountain, and he spread the rumor that it was haunted; the fools in the village actually believed it and didn’t dare to go there.
The four coughs he had just emitted were actually a secret signal he had arranged with Liu Yuhong for going out.
“Dad, I made plans to go play at Li Gui’s house. I’m heading out!” Liang Ping’an threw out the remark casually and walked out the door.
“This kid, he’s becoming more and more unruly,” Liang Zhenghong sighed helplessly, watching his only son with a face full of wrinkles yet filled with affection.