Taking off his clothes in front of two public servants isn't a big deal, is it? Song Yan has been to those public bathhouses before; everyone knows that meeting naked is the same, isn't it? Song Yan was quite generous, and the two women were embarrassed. They touched him quite thoroughly, so there was no way Song Yan had an IOU.
Everyone was waiting outside. The Qingshan Brigade got the result they wanted. Mao Xuebin and his men, however, received devastating news. What could Mao Xuebin do, even if he was unwilling? He couldn't win a fight. Even if he could, with the police around, he wouldn't dare.
"I'm here to testify. Mao Xuebin came to Qingshan Brigade to extort money without a promissory note. The police officers personally checked and confirmed that there was no promissory note. In the future, if anyone says that Song Zhiqing and Wei Aiguo hid the promissory note, I will not allow it." Grandma Wang stomped her cane on the ground.
"Thank you, Grandma Wang," Song Yan quickly said.
The old woman's almost snow-white hair was tied up in a bun, and her back was ramrod straight. "I hate traitors the most. I've come today to see who dares to be arrogant."
Everyone understood what Grandma Wang was saying. It was said that her youngest son had been betrayed and killed. Cheng Yi's family and Aunt Wei, who had been watching the spectacle from the crowd, were frightened and retreated.
The matter was settled. Mao Xuebin slunk away. The villagers gradually dispersed as well. If the IOU remained, Wei Aiguo had no evidence to prove that Mao Xuebin had tampered with it. Paying back the money was a minor issue; the real problem was being branded as someone trying to renege on a debt.
The current outcome is quite satisfactory; it turns out that Cheng Yi colluded with people from other villages to frame Wei Aiguo.
Song Yan was as pleased with himself as a little mouse that had stolen some oil.
Seeing her playful expression, Wei Aiguo flicked her forehead. "Ouch!" Song Yan clutched her head with one hand and slapped Wei Aiguo with the other. He then slipped into the house. Song Yan missed her target... "That bastard!" Song Yan suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and whirled around to see Widow Wang glaring at her fiercely. Widow Wang hadn't expected Song Yan to turn around so suddenly, and she ran away in a panic.
Neither the original owner nor he himself had offended Widow Wang in any way. Song Yan thought about this while cooking.
That evening, Wei Aiguo actually brought Song Yan water to wash his feet. Song Yan was so shocked his eyes almost popped out. "What are you doing?"
"You deserve the most credit today, so I have to treat you well."
For some reason, Song Yan suddenly remembered a line from the original book. Wei Aiguo had been unable to find a wife, and people were even introducing him to young widows. "Widow Wang is only twenty-five or twenty-six this year—could it be her?" "Widow Wang likes you."
Wei Aiguo was taken aback. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Yan: "I'm not making this up. When I went to find Xiaoxiao, I happened to run into He Jianian. The widow's words were quite shrewd. She said I was thinking about the educated youth. What did she mean by that? But she didn't say anything. If there was no meaning, He Jianian was right there, making it unsettling. She was stirring things up, but what was her purpose...?"
"What are you thinking? Hurry up and wash your feet and rest!" Wei Aiguo felt a little guilty. He was quite disgusted at the time.
Song Yan finally understood. "No wonder! You said you wanted a divorce tonight, didn't you?"
"No!"
"What do you mean, 'no'?" Song Yan kicked over the basin in anger, splashing Wei Aiguo's shoes wet as well! "I take care of the old and the young, and you doubt me just because of one sentence from Widow Wang." She recalled the heartache she felt back then. "Actually, I won't kill myself after we divorce. It'll just be harder." Song Yan rolled over and lay face down on the kang (heated brick bed), burying her face in the quilt. "Actually, there are advantages to divorce. I only need to take care of myself."
"You don't want Wei Ping and Wei An anymore!" Wei Aiguo dried Song Yan's wet feet.
"They are your blood relatives."
"Nonsense! They can't live without you, and neither can I!" Wei Aiguo tried to pick up Song Yan.
"Don't touch me, really don't touch me!" Song Yan pushed Wei Aiguo away and lay down with his back to him.
Wei Aiguo had a headache. He couldn't let Song Yan stay angry like this; he didn't want to lose her. "What happened before is in the past. I will definitely trust you from now on."
“If you doubt once, you might doubt ten or a hundred times. Wei Aiguo, what happened in the past will always be a thorn in your heart. When you don't touch it, it seems to disappear. But in reality, it's always there. One day it will hurt you again! It's better to pull it out. We can pull it out by getting a divorce.” A man's suspicion is terrifying, and Song Yan didn't want to experience it.
"Let's not mention divorce anymore, okay? Let's live a good life together." Wei Aiguo was a little flustered; Song Yan wanted a divorce.
"Oh no! We don't have much to do with each other, so divorce would be simpler."
"Song Yan!" Wei Aiguo tried to hug Song Yan again, but she struggled to get away.
"It's best if we keep our distance!"
"You! Do you think that because we haven't slept together, we don't have much of a connection?"
Could Song Yan admit it? She turned her head away. Wei Aiguo grabbed Song Yan and kissed her smooth face. Wei Aiguo expressed his will through action. Song Yan couldn't struggle free at all; instead, he turned her around and pinned her down. The difference in strength between men and women was inherent, and Wei Aiguo was much stronger. Song Yan gave up resisting. Disappointment was fine; she would have no hope for him anymore.
Song Yan didn't respond to his wanton kisses and caresses; the person beneath him suddenly seemed lifeless. Wei Aiguo forcibly stopped, burying his face in the crook of her neck, trying to calm himself down. "Song Yan, let's live a good life together! I'll wait for you to grow up!"
Damn it, how can Wei Aiguo be so good at sweet talk? "I don't intend to agree."
"You! Aren't you afraid I'll disregard everything and take you first?"
Song Yan wasn't quite sure why she had to provoke him. "Whatever, do whatever you want."
Song Yan's sudden coldness left Wei Aiguo at a loss. He held Song Yan in his arms, and the two remained close together without saying a word.
Song Yan was also reflecting on himself, wondering what he was being so pretentious about.
Just when Song Yan thought they were going to sleep, he suddenly heard Wei Aiguo say, "Even if you divorce me tomorrow, I can't bear to force you today. I don't know what Widow Wang is thinking, but I know she and Li De have been having an affair for a long time."
"Today, Widow Wang stared at me as if she wanted to kill me, all because of you."
"He is him, and I am me. He and I have nothing to do with each other. If you get angry with me because of her, aren't you just doing him a favor?"
That makes sense! What's wrong with me? Maybe I've developed feelings for Wei Aiguo and am afraid of his future betrayal. Rather than that, it's better to cut ties cleanly now.
Since Song Yan was able to speak properly, his anger had subsided considerably.
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