The sweet taste of the liquor filled my mouth, making me feel dizzy.

Looking at the beautiful woman so close to him, Zhou Jiuzhen's hand seemed to be out of control as he held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

In a dizzying moment, Ling Huanwu felt herself being lifted into the air and sitting on the table.

A moment later, I felt myself sitting on the soft mosquito net above the bed.

A moment later, I felt as if I had flown onto the roof tiles, and my whole body ached from the sharp edges.

Finally, a cold towel was placed on her face, robbing her of all her fantasies.

Remove the cold towel and you'll be met with Zhou Jiuzhen's icy face. "Alright, wipe your face. How could you drink my mother's potent tonic? One sip is enough to leave you dazed all day. How are you going to go dig for gold and make a fortune tomorrow?"

"What do you mean by getting rich by mining gold?"

Ling Huanwu pressed a cold towel to her forehead; her head was still spinning.

She clearly dreamt that Zhou Jiuzhen kissed her, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed.

She dreamt that the space inside her body exploded out into infinite space.

She also stuffed bags of gold and antiques from the Ling family into her spatial storage.

Standing in the space, she stroked the hard, scalding gold bar with obvious affection, even biting into it with her teeth, finding it quite hard.

Then she shouted, "This is my treasure, my gold mine, I'm rich!"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiuzhen overheard these words in his sleep.

Ling Huanwu felt a little guilty. She sat up and tugged at her wrinkled nightgown, tentatively asking, "Then we didn't do anything, did we?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked; after asking, Zhou Jiuzhen's face darkened even more.

"Whatever can happen, we've already agreed that after the marriage application is approved, we'll cultivate a platonic friendship and then get to know each other better."

"Alright, you go to sleep first. I'll sleep in the main room from now on."

After Zhou Jiuzhen finished speaking, he turned around and left, carrying the straw mat and pillow.

Ling Huanwu felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Is he openly trying to get her to sleep in a separate room?

Ignoring her limp body from the alcohol, she quickly got out of bed, wanting to keep him, but froze completely when she saw the bloodstains on his pants.

A sudden, terrifying memory flashed through her mind, leaving her stunned and embarrassed. She just wanted to find a hole to hide in and hurriedly retreated to her bed.

She just did something so outrageous to Zhou Jiuzhen, even biting him. How can she have the nerve to seduce him now?

Seeing the door close, Ling Huanwu quickly hid under the covers and closed her eyes to check the situation in the room.

She picked up the measuring tape that had been prepared in advance and measured it.

To their horror, they discovered that the space had shrunk by two centimeters compared to what they had expected.

Seeing her precious dowry items crammed together, she hurriedly opened her eyes and fled the space, pounding the bed in shame and anger, and regretting it so much she felt like she was going to vomit blood.

She originally thought that after boldly expressing her love in her diary, she could win over Zhou Jiuzhen tonight.

Who knew that the more they flirted, the more they reverted to their old ways?

Ling Huanwu remembered something and hurriedly got up to rummage through her small box, finding a bottle of red medicine that she had brought back from Hong Kong.

In any case, she has to cure it immediately, otherwise how will she expand her storage space to hold her big sum of money!

Clutching the red medicine in her hand, she rushed out the door.

She had barely taken two steps outside when she bumped into a hard chest, the pain making her head spin.

Perhaps it was because of the debilitating drug she had taken, but she felt like her head was going to be deformed from the impact. She covered her forehead and tears of pain uncontrollably welled up in her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, are you in a lot of pain?"

Zhou Shuyao was at a loss. He reached out to check the injury on her forehead, but dared not touch it because of his status. He could only apologize anxiously.

Upon seeing him, Ling Huanwu immediately took several steps back.

Fearing that Zhou Jiuzhen, who was sleeping in the main room, might misunderstand again, their chances of having in-depth exchanges in the future would be completely ruined.

"I'm... I'm fine. Don't move. What are you doing at my door in the middle of the night?"

Zhou Shuyao's eyes darkened as his gaze fell on the straight calves of the woman at the door, beneath her wrinkled nightgown.

The kerosene lamp in the room flickered with a faint red light, which shone on the woman's fair and smooth calves, giving them a faint pink hue and outlining her whole figure with an indescribable alluring and decadent charm.

Zhou Shuyao took a deep breath, still feeling inexplicably dry-mouthed. "I...I didn't come to see my sister-in-law. I came to apologize to my brother. Yao Yao went too far today. I'll talk to her properly."

Ling Huanwu clearly felt the man's burning gaze, and she tugged at her skirt, wanting to leave.

Unfortunately, just as she took a step, she met the gaze of Song Yaoyao, who suddenly appeared behind Zhou Shuyao. That sinister look was exactly the same as the one she had given Song Yaoyao when she pushed her into the septic tank in her previous life.

"Uncle, you don't need to apologize. Your brother and I are very happy. You should go back to your room and find your wife."

Ling Huanwu tried to walk past him, but Zhou Shuyao didn't notice Song Yaoyao standing behind her. He suddenly grabbed Ling Huanwu's hand and teased her with a smirk, "You and Big Brother are so sweet, will Big Brother sleep in the main room?"

"Sister-in-law, you can't do this. What kind of wife in the village kicks her husband out of the house to sleep? You haven't let my brother touch you for so long. Are you afraid he'll find out something about you...?"

Zhou Shuyao's meaningful gaze fell on Ling Huanwu, the meaning of which was self-evident.

It means that she had been having affairs before marrying Zhou Jiuzhen and that she was not a virgin.

Ling Huanwu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head; in the sweltering heat, she was so angry that she felt cold all over.

She glanced at Song Yaoyao, who was behind Zhou Shuyao with a smirk, and was surprised that this woman was talking about her behind her back.

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