Ye Qingqing's eyelids twitched. It had been more than a month since the ball. If she had really won, the girl should have reacted. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that Kagel's sperm was not up to par and was not as vigorous as Ding Ba's.

"How long has it been since your period came?" Ye Qingqing asked again, unwilling to give up.

Gongsun Lin crunched on most of a twisted dough stick and casually replied, "My period only comes every two months, so it's still a long way off!"

Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes. She had forgotten about this. This girl was one of the rare ones who only came once every two months, and only six times a year. She was truly gifted. There were also girls who came every four seasons or once a year. These were even rarer, and of course, their chances of getting pregnant were also lower.

However, if you don't plan to have children, having sex only once a year is so great, and you can save a lot on sanitary napkins.

Ye Qingqing stopped caring about Gongsun Lin. Whether she was pregnant or not, she wasn't the father. However, she still really wanted to see Gongsun Lin with a big belly. After all, the girl had such a great figure. At 176 cm tall, she was all legs except for her head. She looked good in anything she wore. She was a walking clothes hanger.

After having lunch in Hangzhou, we arrived at Lin Shufang's hometown around 3 p.m. Only the old man was at the hotel.

"I went to visit relatives and won't be back until dinner," the old man said.

But after dinner, Lin Shufang still hadn't returned, so Lu Mo was a little worried. He and Ye Qingqing went to look for her. Their first stop was Yang Jinfeng's house. Apart from this woman, no one else would be so enthusiastic.

Fortunately, Lu Mo had given Lin Shufang a cell phone. She made a call and got the address. Sure enough, she was having dinner at Yang Jinfeng's house. And judging from the noise on the phone, there were probably other people besides Yang Jinfeng and her husband.

Lu Mo hung up the phone and drove towards Yang Jinfeng's house.

"You haven't given up on the old house yet!" Ye Qingqing sneered.

Lu Mo twitched his lips, also a little impatient. It was just an old house. If Ye Qingqing hadn't said she wanted to keep it, he wouldn't have cared too much. But Yang Jinfeng's behavior disgusted him. She was like a leech, clinging to him relentlessly and annoyingly.

Yang Jinfeng's home is on the other side of the town. The county town is not big; it only takes about ten minutes to drive there. The alley is too narrow for the car to drive in, so it has to be parked at the entrance. The alley is dark, with no streetlights, only the dim yellow light seeping from the houses on both sides, which faintly illuminates the road.

Lu Mo held Ye Qingqing's hand, afraid she would fall.

The floor was made of bluestone slabs, some of which were loose and made a clattering sound when stepped on. It was also uneven and bumpy, making it difficult to walk at night. Yang Jinfeng's house was at the very back, with a small and narrow door and only one room.

The Yang family was still eating when Yang Jinfeng opened the door. When she saw Ye Qingqing and her husband, her smile faltered. She knew something was wrong, but she forced a smile and said, "Why did you come all this way to pick me up? You can stay at my house tonight. Your mother and I haven't had a chat in years. We should get to know each other better tonight."

Ye Qingqing looked inside and saw that there were only two rooms. The outer room served as both the living room and the dining room, with the kitchen and bathroom separated by a partition. The entire room was no more than forty square meters and was filled with clutter, making the already small room even more cramped. It would be difficult for more people to even turn around.

"My Aunt Fang has a bad back, she can't stand sleeping on the floor, it's more comfortable to go back to the hotel," Ye Qingqing retorted, neither too soft nor too hard.

She didn't look down on the poor; she just couldn't stand Yang Jinfeng's scheming nature. Her calculations were written all over her face. Did she really think everyone else was a fool?

Besides Zhang Baosheng, there was a dull young man, a plump young girl who looked quite mature, and a fat aunt who looked somewhat similar to the young girl. Ye Qingqing had a general idea of ​​what was going on in the room.