When Li Fagu woke up again, he was in the hospital. He was wrapped up like a mummy, and the doctor said he wouldn't recover for at least two months.
Ma Hehua felt somewhat guilty and decided to stay and take care of him.
Ma Linghua didn't say anything. It was just in time that he had come. After rescuing Master Baige, she would go and check out the sinkhole that was all the rage on the forum.
As soon as get out of class ended, Li Xin rushed towards the courtyard house like a mad dog.
Fang Hang looked puzzled. What was going on? Was it a ghost?
"Auntie, auntie, auntie, where are you?" Li Xin entered the courtyard and called out loudly.
"Hey! Xiao Xin! The young lady is asleep, so please keep your voice down."
Upon hearing this, Li Xin immediately shut his mouth. Six years, a full six years. Who knows how he survived it? He developed urinary urgency at such a young age.
To ensure the purity of his virgin urine, he dared not fall in love, as women would affect the frequency of his urination.
His aunt is back, and he's so happy. He wonders if she's recovered yet.
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Ma Linghua sneaked into a people's park, surrounded by elderly women and men, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
Li Zhongguo sat on a park bench, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, his face full of contentment.
Old Guan, standing next to him, held a small bottle of wine and took sips every now and then.
"Old Li, what do you think of that Aunt Song who dances?"
Old Guan asked while looking at Aunt Song dancing not far away.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhongguo slowly turned his head and glanced in the direction of Aunt Song.
His eyes were full of disdain, and his slightly furrowed brows seemed to express his dissatisfaction.
"Old Guan, I'm not trying to criticize you, but only you would be interested in someone like this."
Li Zhongguo's tone was tinged with disdain, "She's not even as good as one of my wife's fingers."
After speaking, he picked up his teacup, took a small sip, closed his eyes, and savored the tea's fragrance.
Li Zhongguo pictured his wife Linghua in his mind, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
He remembered Linghua's gentleness and kindness, and her busy figure at home, and his heart was filled with warmth.
Although Linghua doesn't do much housework, he spoils her!
He hummed a little tune, his body swaying gently to the rhythm.
The faint sunlight shone on him, adding to his tranquility and peace.
Looking at Li Zhongguo's smug expression, Lao Guan shook his head helplessly.
"You should be content, Lao Li. You have a good wife and you're still showing off. By the way, I haven't seen your wife in years. Are you reluctant to bring her out?"
Li Zhongguo opened his eyes, looked at Lao Guan, and laughed.
"Of course, my wife is one in a million." His tone was full of pride.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves in the park.
Li Zhongguo continued humming a little tune, enjoying this wonderful time. He knew he was lucky to have such a good wife as Linghua.
Such a peaceful afternoon allows him to relax.
Old Guan, meanwhile, silently drank his wine, occasionally glancing at Aunt Song dancing, lost in thought.
"Sister Song, look, that old Li guy over there is looking at you again!"
"That's right, Sister Song."
"Why don't you go and say hello? I've heard that old Li is really rich, and he seems to only have one daughter. If you marry him, you'll definitely get a share of all his things."
"That's right! I heard he lives in a courtyard house!"
Amidst the fluctuating sounds around her, Sister Song, holding a fan, smiled and said proudly, "We women can't rely on men; we have to be independent and self-reliant."
As she spoke, she glanced back at Li Zhongguo, but he didn't even look at her.
Sister Song felt that this man was playing hard to get; all men are the same—they're lustful.
Besides, although she is over sixty years old now, she is very well-maintained and looks like she is in her fifties. She has no shortage of men who can handle her.
As Ma Linghua listened to the conversation of these older women while mingling in the crowd, she suddenly thought of her own sisters.
"Sister Song, I think you should take the initiative. Otherwise, someone else might take it all."
As she spoke, she glanced at Gao Cuicui, who had always had a good impression of Old Li.
Gao Cuicui rolled her eyes. A bunch of shameless old hags, all they think about is how to seduce men. She's different; she just admires Brother Li.
It would be even more perfect if we could have a twilight romance.
Ma Linghua stood with her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes burning with anger.
Her voice, like a sharp blade, shattered the tranquility of the park.
"You guys also think that old man is handsome, right!"
Ma Linghua asked triumphantly, her expression as if she were declaring her ownership to everyone.
However, after hearing what the other middle-aged women said, her face instantly turned gloomy.
"That's right! He's hunched over, has thick, black hair, no beard, and walks very straight. I wish I had met him a few years ago."
An older woman said with a hopeful expression. Upon hearing this, Ma Linghua immediately flew into a rage.
"Pah! Even if you had met him years ago, you wouldn't have had a chance. He was someone I carried out of a pile of corpses."
Her voice was powerful and commanding.
Only then did a group of elderly women start to notice Ma Linghua.
"Who...who are you?"
An older woman asked in confusion. Ma Linghua straightened her back and glared angrily.
"Who am I? I'm his wife. Who am I? They're all a bunch of shameless old sluts."
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