Chapter 138 Forced

"Boss Hu is also being a humiliator in the temple?" Hu Nongnong walked out of the meditation room and stood in front of He Sang.

"It's Nongnong—" Hu Dafa said with a playful smile, "We are from the same family. Your father has been retired to the second line for five or six years since he won the first-class merit, right? He is as rough as Li Kui, and you are really as beautiful as a flower."

"With your family? It's bad luck."

Hu Nongnong was in a bad mood and took He Sang's arm to the incense hall in the front yard.

Hu Dafa rubbed his chin with a sly look in his eyes, and returned to Mrs. Hu's meditation room. "I'll stay with you for one night."

"What?" Mrs. Hu was stunned. "You...don't you hate monks?"

"I'm accompanying you, not the monk!"

Mrs. Hu was distraught. She had fought a fierce battle with her lover the previous day, but he was incredibly gifted in that area and could last much longer. She couldn't bear to part ways, so they reconciled. She borrowed two hundred thousand yuan from her parents and asked him to come back today. Firstly, she wanted to give him money to keep his mouth shut; he was in big trouble, and if the relationship became known, she would be implicated. Second, she wanted to enjoy his attention.

She and Hu Dafa were in a sexless marriage. Hu Dafa was having affairs outside and had no interest in her, and she was disgusted by Hu Dafa. He was a weakling with a strong desire for sex, like a spirited embroidery needle. The slutty women outside were after his money, pretending not to despise him, and insincerely praised his virility and majesty. Mrs. Hu had a conscience, so she could not say such praises.

Since Hu Dafa stayed overnight, she couldn't enjoy herself.

Hu Nongnong had spent the entire day in the incense hall chanting prayers for a child. The air was thick with incense ash, leaving him covered in dust. He Sang went to the courtyard to wash his face. Halfway through, the faucet ran out of water. A man in the north room howled, "Monk! Where's the water?"

The monk replied that the water pressure in the mountains was low and it would be better to use well water for washing.

He Sang closed her eyes and reached out to feel for the manhole cover. She probed down and found that the well was too deep. The foam of the facial cleanser had seeped into her eyes, stinging her. Suddenly, a hand held her down, but did not speak. She could not see anything, only heard the sound of clanging. The hand scooped a basin of water from the well, brought it in front of her, dipped her face in it, and stroked her face.

She thought it was a dishonest male pilgrim, or another fake monk who was trying to take advantage of her. She was about to stand up and shun him away when the man said, "Don't move."

She suddenly froze.

The man scooped up some clean water and washed the foam from her forehead and the corners of her eyes, again and again. Between heaven and earth, the sounds of the wind, the trees, and the water, everything was so gentle. His movements were also so gentle that they didn't seem like the strength of a man, as if he was treating a fragile object.

The friction between the fingertips and the skin felt numb and tingling, and an electric current penetrated the bone marrow, causing a shiver to run down He Sang's spine.

"I'll wash it myself—"

"Don't move," he interrupted, reiterating.

After the man finished washing, he wiped the water stains from his eyelids with a towel. She opened her eyes, and her vision gradually became clear. "You got out of bed?"

Liang Chihui was so tall that He Sang had to look up at him.

"I feel much better after Miss He took care of me."

"Am I so magical that I can cure you by changing the medicine three times?" She pursed her lips and smiled, glancing at the man's legs. They were black trousers she had washed, "Did you get these trousers yourself?"

Liang Chihui hummed, "I took it this afternoon when no one was around."

He Sang couldn't help laughing again, he laughed too, "What?"

"You were naked from the waist down—" Her voice trembled with laughter. "Didn't you bump into anyone?"

"Miss He is eager for me to make a fool of myself?"

He Sang smiled even more happily.

Sheshan is located in the suburbs of the city, but it is also the central axis of the province, so it is very lively. There are many rock climbing teams and camping couples halfway up the mountain. Especially at dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun and the camping lights intertwine to illuminate the entire forest.

But in this deserted corner, it is bright, quiet and spacious, with cherry blossoms all over the ground and dark green mountains.

He Sang was gorgeous, charming, and smiling among the white flowers that covered the snow. She was extremely beautiful.

Liang Chihui couldn't help but smooth the wet hair on her shoulders and put it behind her ears. With her small and slender jaw, bright eyes and white teeth, his smile became more gentle. "I'm wearing a monk's robe."

He Sang was incredulous. "What do you look like in monk robes?"

"Want to see it?"

She remembered the ambiguous scene last night and felt a little uncomfortable. "I should go back to Hebei Province."

Liang Chihui looked at her without saying a word.

"Let me change the medicine for you." He Sang supported him and returned to the North Courtyard. Liang Chihui's injury was still serious and it was difficult for him to walk. He just bent over to get a basin of water and stretched out the gauze. The wound showed signs of cracking.

He Sang felt uneasy and wanted to stay for another night, but Hu Nongnong's knees were swollen from kneeling and she was yelling that she wanted to leave. Zhou Kun knew about this and knew that she had come to Puhua Temple under the pretext of Hu Nongnong praying for a child. Once Hu Nongnong left, she would have no reason to stay.

After changing the medicine, Liang Chihui lay back on the bed. "I'm not in the way. The third brother is very suspicious. I know it's hard for you to explain."

He Sang saw that his face was a little rosier and not so pale anymore. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll go back."

Liang Chihui smiled and said, "Let's go back."

Hu Nongnong was not in the west yard, and her suitcase was not packed yet, as if someone had called her away in the middle of the journey. He Sang was packing her things when the door slammed shut, blowing up a gust of wind that hit her on the back.

She turned around immediately, horrified, "Hu Dafa...what are you doing? This is a Buddhist holy place, not a place for you to be so presumptuous!"

"Holy land? Those fake monks?" Hu Dafa scoffed. "My wife has one, and the rich women in her circle each have one here. Of the nine temples in the province, only Puhua Temple is unclean. It gained its fame thanks to the incense money donated by the rich women. Real pilgrims go to Fa'an Hall and Guhua Temple. Puhua Temple is a den of gigolos."

He locked the door and moved a table to block it. "Sangsang, I'm not as powerful as Liang Laosan, but I have money! My influence in that world is unmatched by his. There's nothing that can't be done in that world, overt or covert, with swords in hand or sword out. Whatever you need from me, I'll do my best to get it done for you!"

Hu Dafa approached step by step, and He Sang retreated step by step. There was no self-defense object around, only a copper incense burner on the table with three incense sticks burning. She instinctively tried to grab it, but Hu Dafa was quick-witted and kicked her away.

He pounced on her suddenly, and He Sang fell heavily on the bed. Hu Dafa clamped her hands, lifted them above her head, fixed them on the two corners of the bed, and buried his head to tear open her collar.

"Hu Dafa—" He Sang's voice broke with fear. "Aren't you afraid of Liang Jishen?"

Hu Dafa used his hands and mouth to strip off her shirt. "Fang Jingru's daughter will follow him in the future. Will he dare to marry you? The Fang family is a famous aristocratic family. Two daughters serve one man? Liang Laosan doesn't have that courage!"

He Sang was distracted when Hu Dafa violently ripped off the buckle of her bra, spouting obscenities, "Liang Laosan is so lucky! It's as white as tofu."

In a panic, she picked up the Guanyin statue on the bedside table and hit Hu Dafa hard on the back of the head.

Blood flowed down his neck and over He Sang's wrist, and her face turned pale.

Hu Dafa glared at her, not believing she would do anything. "You bitch, you—"

Blood flowed through his ears, dripping down. Hu Dafa was startled. He touched his head, which was sticky. Then, a sharp pain spread throughout his body. He gritted his teeth and said, "You hit me and made me bleed!"

Before he could finish his words, he convulsed, his vision went dark, and he fainted.