Chapter 9 Men Can't Do It? Well, I Have Many Ways to Do It.

The visitors were Zhao Hui's older brother, Zhao Fu, and her sister-in-law, Li Xiujuan.

Li Xiujuan's hair was somewhat disheveled, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. The top button of her polyester shirt had popped open, revealing a small part of her collarbone.

Zhao Fu, who was following behind, looked anxious and hurriedly tried to help her button up her clothes.

What are you doing!

Li Xiujuan reacted as if she were on fire, shaking off his hand and turning her head away. She quickly straightened her collar, her movements filled with disgust.

The village doctor, Dr. Wang, was clearly used to this. He took out some safflower oil from the medicine cabinet, handed it to Zhao Hui, and sighed.

"Xiujuan, let me say it again, Zhao Fu is in very good health, there's nothing wrong with him."

He pushed up his reading glasses and said helplessly, "You two just need to work on your relationship more."

"What a load of rubbish!"

Li Xiujuan immediately exploded: "He's no good! Every single man in your Zhao Family Village is utterly useless! I was blind to marry into this family, and now I'm living the life of a widow!"

Zhao Fu was so embarrassed that his face turned bright red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

"You...you keep your voice down! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Dr. Wang quickly advised, "Xiujuan, keep your family matters quiet. It's not honorable if others hear you!"

"Now you realize how shameful you are?"

Ignoring everything else, Li Xiujuan's eyes reddened, and she started cursing at Zhao Fu.

"Just now! Right there in the cornfield behind the hill, the atmosphere was finally set, and he was just about to get going, but then, after we'd even taken our pants off, he..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Fu rushed forward and covered his wife's mouth tightly with his dark, rough hands, glancing anxiously and angrily at Zhao Hui and Jiang Wanqiu, who were dumbfounded.

"The younger generation is still here! Have you no shame?!"

Li Xiujuan struggled, sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

Just at this extremely awkward moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Sister-in-law, could you describe the symptoms in more detail?"

Everyone turned to look at Jiang Wanqiu.

In his past life, Wang Jianjun was the same.

To cure his ailment, she sought out renowned doctors and thoroughly studied medical books. Having become an expert through her long illness, she said that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call herself a semi-expert in this field.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiujuan immediately opened her mouth, ready to spill the beans about her husband's affair: "Sister-in-law, let me tell you, what he said was..."

"Stop messing around! Come home with me right now!"

When Zhao Fu realized what had happened, he felt as if his face had been ripped off, and he grabbed Li Xiujuan's arm and dragged her outside.

"You can't talk about this in front of outsiders! Let's talk about it behind closed doors at home!"

He dragged Li Xiujuan out of the clinic, and as she left, she turned back to look at Jiang Wanqiu one last time, unwilling to give up.

Zhao Hui was stunned for a moment after her sister-in-law's outburst. Finally recovering, she turned around and met Jiang Wanqiu's half-smiling eyes: "Why are you looking at me like that!"

"It's nothing," Jiang Wanqiu said slowly. "I just wanted to ask if your leg is still strong enough to walk? Or should I have your brother Wenchang carry you back?"

Jiang Wanqiu paused here, then asked, "But on another note, do your brother and sister-in-law live with you?"

...This woman definitely did it on purpose!

The fact that she asked that question clearly meant she wanted to go back with me to see the spectacle at her house!

Zhao Hui blushed: "No need!" She jumped up from the stool. "I... I can walk by myself!"

On the dirt road home, the two walked one after the other, neither of them speaking.

In the afternoon, the wind blew listlessly, and the foxtail grass by the roadside drooped.

The atmosphere on the road was eerily quiet. Zhao Wenchang thought about what the woman had done with him the night before last and became curious: "From what you're saying, men really do have that kind of problem. Do you really have a way to fix it?"

Jiang Wanqiu was kicking pebbles at her feet when she heard this. She stopped in her tracks, turned around, and started walking backwards.

She raised an eyebrow at him, a sly smile on her face.

"hey-hey."

She just smiled and didn't say anything, her bright, watery eyes staring straight at him.

“I have many methods,” Jiang Wanqiu deliberately dragged out her words, her voice soft and sweet, “rubbing, pinching, kneading, pressing, acupuncture, cupping, herbal medicine, dietary supplements… I guarantee it will cure the disease. What, would you like to try some more?”

Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Who was in such a hurry to run away last time? What? Have you forgotten the pain so quickly?"

Jiang Wanqiu met the man's aggressive gaze and was speechless. She quickly changed the subject: "Okay, okay, I'm not joking with you anymore. Where's Ping An? I haven't seen him."

Zhao Wenchang gets angry just thinking about that brat.

"That kid was halfway through his work when he went off to catch grasshoppers. He's probably already home by now."

at night.

Jiang Wanqiu was fast asleep when she was awakened by a rustling sound outside the window.

The sound was very soft, like something scratching at the plastic sheeting on the window.

She felt a jolt and instantly became clear-headed.

Could it be that kid Zhao Ping'an again?

She turned to the side and nudged the man next to her.

"Zhao Wenchang, wake up."

Zhao Wenchang opened his eyes almost immediately and sat up quickly: "What's wrong?"

"Listen," Jiang Wanqiu lowered her voice, "Is there some noise outside? Is Ping An throwing a tantrum again and trying to run away?"

Zhao Wenchang stood up and said, "I'll go out and take a look."

After a while, the man came back: "It's not Ping An."

He walked back to the bed and whispered, "That kid is sleeping soundly with his grandparents."

"What's outside?"

"I guess the deer or pheasants on the mountain came down to look for food. It's okay, go to sleep."

After saying that, he tilted his head and looked at the woman: "If you're too scared to sleep, do you want me to hold you again?"

"No way!"

Zhao Wenchang teased, "Why wouldn't you want it? I saw you sleeping soundly that night."

Jiang Wanqiu shrank her neck: "I, I'm not cold anymore."

That day, blinded by lust, she grabbed a man, and as a result, once this powerful figure was brought in, she couldn't get rid of him. She really dug a hole for herself and jumped into it.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Wanqiu was awakened by the sound of a rooster crowing in the yard.

She stretched and went to the yard to get some fresh air and wash up. When she turned to go back inside, she noticed that the plastic sheeting on the window of her bedroom was flapping loudly in the wind.

To keep it warm, Zhao Wenchang had previously used several bricks to weigh down the edges of the plastic sheeting, making sure it was tightly sealed. But now, the bricks have been moved, and a small hole has been torn in the plastic sheeting.

The opening wasn't big, only about the size of a fingernail.

But that location...

Jiang Wanqiu squinted and looked inside the opening, her gaze landing precisely on the pillow where she had slept the night before.