But after a moment, she froze.
Her face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, and after a long pause, she finally blurted out, "Wanyue, isn't this a bit too cruel?"
Lu Rong's moral standards are too high, otherwise he wouldn't have been bullied by Yang's mother for his entire life.
She's different from Sister-in-law Lu. Sister-in-law Lu has no bottom line; she'll just rush in whenever her husband and mother-in-law say something, figuring that if the sky falls, someone else will be watching, and she doesn't care what others think.
She only cares about her own family.
Lu Rong was overthinking things.
"Mom, just pretend you don't know anything about this. Go back to your room and sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, just pretend you don't know anything." Qiao Wanyue didn't intend to change her mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law had followed the rules her whole life, and she was fine as she was.
Lu Rong pursed her lips, her eyes shining. "How can this be? You kids don't know the seriousness of things. Mom will help you." As she spoke, she quietly closed the door and windows of her room tightly and stuffed two wads of cotton into Yang Lin's ears.
Lu Family Backyard
In those days, backyards were mostly used for growing vegetables and for latrines. Rural people didn't care much about such things; they would dig a hole, put a circle around it with rags, and that was their toilet.
Those who weren't particular simply left their latrines in the open, but most families had one latrine for the whole household, with a cesspool dug next to it to store liquids and solids. Once enough was piled up, it was used as waste and taken to the vegetable garden. This was the best waste, and farmers treasured it.
Yang Huaiyuan squatted under an old locust tree and waited for a long time, but Qiao Wanyue did not appear. His brows gradually became impatient, and his heart became more and more irritable.
Although Qiao Wanyue was old-fashioned in the past, she always managed to gain some advantage over others.
But I don't know when it started, that little woman seemed to have changed. She became more cheerful and less rigid, the sorrow in her eyes disappeared, and even her originally dark skin became much fairer.
He gradually became itchy.
That's how men are. When Qiao Wanyue was his fiancée, he was mesmerized by the way she walked. But once he got her, she was just another face in the crowd. It was Qiao Wanyue's swaying gait that captivated his heart.
The image of that proud bosom gradually appeared in his mind. Although Qiao Wanyue was skinny, she had everything a woman should have, and was even more impressive than the average woman, unlike Qiao Shanshan, who was flat and didn't arouse any sexual interest.
thump thump thump
Footsteps echoed in the quiet night. Yang Huaiyuan stood up excitedly, looking at the dark figure not far away. Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, making it impossible to tell whether it was a human or a beast.
But Yang Huaiyuan was convinced that the person was Qiao Wanyue. He excitedly got up and walked towards the "shadow". As Yang Huaiyuan pounced on him, the "shadow" reached out and grabbed his chest.
Yang Huaiyuan was overcome with desire; he seemed to smell a certain fragrance, the scent of a woman.
"Wanyue, come here, let me pamper you."
The shadowy figure paused slightly.
He was about to speak when a sticky female voice came from afar.
"Brother Huaiyuan, don't be in such a hurry."
The "shadow" shuddered, slipped, and almost fell flat on its face.
He steadied himself, lightly touched Yang Huaiyuan's chest with his fingers, and forcefully peeled off his clothes.
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