Climbing up the wall was easy, but getting down was difficult. When she landed on the ground, Ma Ying slipped and twisted her ankle. The pain made her want to scream, but she quickly covered her mouth just before she could make a sound.

She remained frozen in place, not daring to move. After a short while, hearing even breathing coming from Zhang Fan's room, she finally felt safe enough to move around freely.

Ma Ying walked with a limp, her face contorted in pain, but she could only endure the pain and dared not make a sound. Every time she moved, her shoulder trembled with pain.

But she couldn't afford to rest; today was the perfect opportunity.

Li Chunyan was drunk, and Zhang Fan, young and sleepy.

Despite the excruciating pain, she limped toward the kitchen she remembered.

Unfamiliar with the place and in the dim light, Ma Ying stepped on a hoe standing under the eaves, and the handle struck her head, making her see stars.

Ma Ying was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, but she could only force herself to endure it.

Hold on, you must hold on.

She was going to ruin Li Chunyan's kimchi business so that she couldn't do business.

Despite the excruciating pain, Ma Ying reached a corner of the kitchen and, by the faint moonlight, saw a dozen or so jars neatly arranged.

She was overjoyed.

These are all Li Chunyan's pickled vegetables. Ma Ying lifted the lid of the pickled vegetable jar and placed it aside, then picked up the soil from the ground with both hands.

Kimchi mixed with dirt and sand is definitely unpleasant to eat.

Li Chunyan's reputation will be ruined then, and no one will want to do business with her.

Ma Ying's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, her expression was grim, and she grinned as she prepared to put the soil into the kimchi jar.

Just then, her mouth was covered, and her body was embraced from behind.

"I've wanted you for a long time. Give it to me." A deep male voice sounded in my ear.

Ever since Zhang Qingshan was crippled, she hasn't touched a man.

For her, who was still young, every night was torture.

Feeling the man's hormones, Ma Ying struggled symbolically for a couple of moments, then simply gave up.

Zhang Fan frowned. "They've even taken their affair to my house! It's disgusting."

He slammed his fist on the window, startling the two people who were taking off their clothes so much that they dared not move.

The yard wasn't big; Zhang Fan could see the kitchen clearly as soon as he opened the door.

The man leaned close to Ma Ying's ear: "Shall we go somewhere else?"

Ma Ying nodded slightly and cooperated with the man to find a secluded place to continue what they hadn't finished.

The man's kung fu wasn't very good, but it still satisfied Ma Ying's craving.

She lay comfortably on the grass, tightly hugging the man's waist: "Who...who are you?"

As the man picked up his clothes, he replied, "You'll find out tomorrow."

Ma Ying held onto the man's wrist, unwilling to let him leave.

The man pulled his wrist back, chuckled softly, and bent down to pick up Ma Ying's underwear: "She seemed like a chaste and virtuous woman during the day, but I didn't expect her to be so promiscuous in private. I have something to do, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Ma Ying watched the man's retreating figure with reluctance, then got up to get dressed, still feeling unsatisfied. The man had taken her underwear; he was coming to see her again tomorrow. It wouldn't be good if others found out.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Ma Ying returned home.

Zhang Qingshan was still awake. When he saw Ma Ying, he said irritably, "You're only coming back so late at night? Did you cheat on me?"

To cover up her guilty conscience, Ma Ying slapped Zhang Qingshan across the face: "You useless piece of trash, how dare you speak!"

Young Zhang Jiayao was awakened by the arguing, rubbing his eyes and crying loudly; "Waaah—"

Zhang Qingshan was annoyed by the noise: "Cry, cry, all you do is cry! I owe you something, if you cry again I'll beat you to death!"

"You dare to insult my son, you cripple!" Ma Ying stretched out her claws and scratched at Zhang Qingshan's face.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Qingshan raised the wooden stick he was using as a crutch by the bed and struck Ma Ying.

However, due to a long-term leg injury and poor diet, he was very weak.

The wooden stick was snatched away by Ma Ying in a few moves, and then Zhang Qingshan was beaten unilaterally.

The argument at Zhang Qingshan's house didn't stop until dawn.

...

After the two left, Zhang Fan called Xiao Hei back to guard the gate: "Watch the house carefully, I'm going out for a bit."

Zhang Fan wanted to go see Li Jingjing; he felt that something was wrong with her.

Li Jingjing lay on the bed, hugging her blanket, her eyes red like a rabbit's, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

She was very sad.

She knew she shouldn't get close to Zhang Fan, but she just couldn't help herself.

When cutting down trees to fight the fire, she couldn't help but peek from a direction where she could see Zhang Fan.

During the dinner party today, she kept stealing glances at him.

She couldn't control herself.

She desperately wanted to act impulsively, but her body told her she couldn't; she was sick and might die.

Li Jingjing gazed in the direction of her parents' bedroom, filled with reluctance and guilt.

She leaned against the pillow and murmured, "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. In the next life, I still want to be your daughter. Zhang Fan, if we are destined to be together, I hope we can be together in the next life."

“This lifetime is also possible.” A sudden male voice rang out.

Li Jingjing sat up abruptly, her eyes wide. She turned on the lamp and saw Zhang Fan appear out of nowhere in her room. She stammered in panic, "You... how did you get in?"

Zhang Fan leaned against the window, raising an eyebrow slightly: "You just wished to be with me, and the mountain god sent me here."

Li Jingjing blushed and said, "I didn't."

Suddenly, she realized something and looked at Zhang Fan in surprise: "You...you're not an idiot, are you?"

Zhang Fan remained noncommittal, smiling slightly: "What do you think?"

Li Jingjing looked at Zhang Fan. His face was still the same familiar face, but his whole demeanor had changed; he was like a completely different person.

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