Yu Qiuying and Zhou Cailian were making rice cakes in the kitchen when suddenly an unfamiliar man pushed open the courtyard gate and came in.
The kitchen window faced the courtyard gate, so Yu Qiuying could see anyone coming in through the crack in the window.
She immediately frowned, stopped what she was doing, and walked out. "Who are you?"
The man looked to be in his early fifties. He was short, probably less than 1.7 meters tall, with a square face, squinty eyes, dark skin, and a slight hunchback. He was very thin.
Upon seeing Yu Qiuying, the man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "You must be the Qiuying that Fuxiang mentioned. I'm Fuxiang's cousin, my name is Wang Fuhai."
Wang Fuhai was wearing a new military cotton-padded jacket, his hair parted in the middle, clearly having taken special care to groom himself.
When Yu Qiuying heard that he was Wang Fuxiang's cousin, her face immediately turned cold.
Zhou Cailian, who came out later, also frowned. How could the village chief's wife be like this? Her mother had already said she didn't mean it, yet she still sent people to their house. It was infuriating.
Before either of them could ask them to leave, Wang Fuhai spoke up again, "I heard about your situation from Fuxiang and felt sorry for you, so I thought I'd come and see you. I've been living alone for the past few years, but as a man, it's not so bad. You're different; you're a woman. It must have been very difficult for you all these years. You're a good woman, supporting your family all by yourself for your children. But now that your children are all grown up, it's time for you to take a break and think about yourself."
“I never thought about myself before, but now that my children are all married and have their own lives, I’ve realized that no matter how filial my children are, they can’t compare to a companion in old age. That’s why I’m thinking of finding someone to spend my life with. I don’t drink, smoke, or gamble. I also have some savings. If you live with me, I will definitely treat you well in the future. You can keep all my savings. My children are all very filial. If you come with me, they will also be filial to you in the future.”
Yu Qiuying: "..."
Zhou Cailian: "..."
Neuropathy.
Even Zhou Cailian, who has such a good temper, was furious at this moment. "Who wants to live with you?! Are you sick in the head? My mother has already said she has no interest in that kind of thing, and you still come to my house, are you looking for a beating?!"
Yu Qiuying was also disgusted; it was the Lunar New Year, and this was really bad luck!
She took two steps forward and looked Wang Fuhai up and down with a look of disgust. "This is the first time I've ever seen a man as short as you. You're short and thin, ugly and skinny. You're already this old and you still want to find a woman. Your thing is probably almost dried out by now."
Zhou Cailian: "..."
She almost couldn't keep her expression straight. Mom was so mean, but it was so satisfying!
Wang Fuhai's old face turned bright red; this widow's words were truly awful!
Yu Qiuying had even harsher things to say: "At your age, you're still trying to dress like a young person with a middle parting. You look like an old traitor to me. And you have the nerve to say you want to find someone to settle down with? You're looking for your mother! You should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is so wrinkled you could trap a mosquito, and you smell like an old man. Who would want to live with you?! Get out, get out of here, don't pollute my house!"
"You!" Wang Fuhai was so angry that his squinty eyes widened, his old face turned dark red, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Yu Qiuying put her hands on her hips and said, "Are you leaving or not?! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite!"
"I think you're a complete shrew! And yet you still owe me money!"
Before Wang Fuhai could finish speaking, Zhou Cailian quickly picked up a bamboo broom and swung it at him.
"Ah!" Wang Fuhai reacted slowly. When the broom came at him, he instinctively raised his hand to block it, but his forehead was still scratched and bled.
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