Liu Moli was a sent-down youth from the city, and she was pretty and delicate. Zhou Dali was big and burly, and ten years older than Liu Moli.

When Liu Moli married Zhou Dali, many people in Zhoujia Village said that Liu Moli was "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung".

Zhou Dali is old and ugly, and he likes to drink.

Liu Moli and Zhou Dali have been married for two years but have not had any children.

Three years ago, Zhou Dali got drunk and choked to death on his own vomit in his sleep.

After Zhou Dali died, many people in the village said that Liu Moli would definitely return to the city and remarry.

Zhou Bingchen thought so too.

Unexpectedly, three years have passed, and Liu Moli is still in Zhoujia Village. Now it seems that she has gotten together with her older brother, Zhou Bingqiang.

Thinking of this, Zhou Bingchen couldn't help but frown.

A pear tree grows beside the wall of Zhou Dali's courtyard.

To clear up his doubts, Zhou Bingchen leaped up the tree.

Zhou Bingchen's kung fu was quite good. When he climbed the tree, the branches bent downwards, and the leaves made a slight rustling sound, as if they were being blown by the wind.

The images of Zhou Bingqiang and Liu Moli were printed on the window paper.

Zhou Bingchen listened intently.

“Brother Bingqiang, I’m pregnant. You should divorce your wife and marry me,” Liu Moli said.

"What? What's done?" Zhou Bingqiang was shocked.

"I'm pregnant, and it's your child. You should understand now, right?" Liu Moli said through gritted teeth.

These scumbags, one after another, are trying to take advantage of her and then shirk responsibility. Do they think it's so easy to take advantage of Liu Moli?

"You...you weren't infertile, were you? I didn't think of that for a moment." Zhou Bingqiang said awkwardly.

"Just because I wasn't pregnant before doesn't mean I can't have children. You tell me yourself! When are you going to divorce Chen Jinfeng and marry me?" Liu Moli snorted and asked.

“Lily, you know, Jin Feng and your sister-in-law Chen Yu Feng are cousins. If I divorce Jin Feng, the brigade leader will definitely be angry, and I, the brigade accountant… I probably won’t be able to work anymore,” Zhou Bingqiang said hesitantly.

"What's so special about a village accountant? If you don't want to do it, then don't," Liu Moli said dismissively.

“But Jin Feng and I have three children! What will happen to the children if I divorce Jin Feng?” Zhou Bingqiang was still unwilling.

Zhou Bingqiang knew perfectly well what was going on.

Liu Moli is delicate and frail. She rarely works more than a few days a year. She is afraid of hard work and wants to eat and dress well.

A woman like that is fine for casual flings, but she's absolutely not suitable to marry.

Unlike Chen Jinfeng, who could handle all the work at home and in the fields, Liu Moli couldn't compare to her in anything except for being a little ugly.

“Zhou Bingqiang, tell me, are you trying to shirk responsibility? Fine, you just wait. I'll report you to the town authorities tomorrow. You and the brigade leader embezzled village funds…”

Before Liu Moli could finish speaking, Zhou Bingqiang covered her mouth.

"Grandma, if you're looking for death, don't drag me into it! How can you say things like that so casually?" Zhou Bingqiang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Liu Moli felt uncomfortable from being suffocated and couldn't help but kick Zhou Bingqiang's leg.

"I'm letting go, but please don't say anything out of line, okay?" Zhou Bingqiang asked.

Seeing Liu Moli nod, Zhou Bingqiang released his hand from Liu Moli's.

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know it yourself. Zhou Bingqiang, since you dared to provoke me, don't even think about just walking away." Liu Moli brushed a stray hair from her forehead and said slowly and deliberately.

“Lily, marriage is really not going to happen. Tell me! How much money do you want to let me go?” Zhou Bingqiang sighed and said.

"You heartless scoundrel! I knew you weren't sincere with me. I'm a widow with a baby bump. Even if the villagers' spittle doesn't drown me, Zhou Dazhu's family won't let me off the hook. Tell me, what use is money to me?" Liu Moli cried sadly as she spoke.

“Lily, it’s all my fault. How about this, you want to go back to the city, right? I’ll try to persuade Zhou Dazhu to let you go, and I’ll give you another hundred yuan. We’ll call it even. What do you think?” Zhou Bingqiang thought for a moment and suggested.

Liu Moli had always wanted to return to the city, but Zhou Dazhu's parents were against it. They said that once Liu Moli married into the Zhou family, she would be a member of the Zhou family.

Because of his parents' strong opposition, Zhou Dazhu refused to stamp Liu Moli's application to return to the city.

"Really? Brother Bingqiang, can you really convince Zhou Dazhu?" Liu Moli was overjoyed.

Liu Moli had long since wanted to leave this wretched place.

The Zhou family kept a tight watch on Liu Moli; even if she went to town, they would send someone to follow her. Liu Moli considered running away. However, she had no relatives in the city, no money, and her household registration was in Zhoujia Village. Where could she go?

If Zhou Bingqiang could get Liu Moli back to the city, Liu Moli wouldn't want to marry him anymore!

There are so many outstanding young men in the city; any one of them would be better than Zhou Bingqiang, this peasant.

"I'll give it a try," Zhou Bingqiang said, not daring to make any promises too readily.

Zhou Dazhu's mother, Qian, hated Liu Moli to death.

Ms. Qian has always maintained that her son, Zhou Dali, was killed by Liu Moli.

Zhou Dali is dead, so Liu Moli should stay in Zhoujia Village and remain a widow for the rest of her life.

Zhou Bingqiang regretted that he shouldn't have revealed the secret dealings he and Zhou Dazhu had done to Liu Moli for the sake of momentary pleasure.

Now that Liu Moli is using this matter to threaten Zhou Bingqiang, Zhou Bingqiang really can't ignore it.

Liu Moli seems delicate and pampered, but in reality... Zhou Bingqiang can't see through her either.

Zhou Dali's death seemed normal enough. Liu Moli happened to be away from home that noon when Zhou Dali died.

However, many people in Zhoujia Village still say that Zhou Dali's death is inextricably linked to Liu Moli.

Otherwise, why would Zhou Dali have beaten Liu Moli one day and died the next?

Thinking of this, a chill ran through Zhou Bingqiang's heart.

If he can't help Liu Moli get this done, wouldn't Liu Moli make him the next Zhou Dali?

"Brother Bingqiang, you'd better hurry up, my belly will be showing in another month. When that happens, and Granny Qian asks me who your lover is, I definitely won't help you hide it," Liu Moli pouted and said.

Zhou Bingqiang broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhou Bingqiang couldn't afford to offend the Qian family.

The Qian family has done plenty of things that turn black into white.

Zhou Dali was the apple of Qian's eye, and since Zhou Bingqiang had harmed Zhou Dali's widow, Qian would certainly not let him off the hook.

At that time, Qian might ask Liu Moli to go to the police station to report Zhou Bingqiang for rape.

The baby in Liu Moli's belly is proof. Zhou Bingqiang is definitely going to get shot.

"Lily, don't worry, I'll do it as soon as possible. Even if I have to kneel and die in front of the captain, I'll get you a stamped application to return to the city." Zhou Bingqiang realized the seriousness of the matter, his eyes darted around, and he immediately began to coax Liu Moli.