Though it was amusing, Lu Baiyang still listened to Nan Qingqing.
The ten catties of pork, along with a large bag of salt and a large bag of sugar, were taken away exactly as they had been brought.
The remaining four people all looked displeased.
Wang Meihua was thinking about how the ten catties of pork had ended up in Nan Zhaodi’s mouth.
Nan Fusheng was wondering whether he had made a mistake or if his daughter had grown wings and become disobedient.
Nan Honghong was filled with resentment, but whenever she remembered that Lu Baiyang would sacrifice his life in two years, she felt a hint of smugness.
Lu Jianguo’s mental defenses had completely collapsed.
The news of his illicit affair with Nan Honghong would likely spread throughout the village soon, and he would have no place to hide his shame.
Wang Meihua took a deep breath.
After all, today was her biological daughter’s return visit. No matter what, she had to give her new son-in-law, Lu Jianguo, enough face.
Wang Meihua spoke up, “Honghong, take Jianguo to your room to rest for a while. I’ll cook a few dishes tonight so our son-in-law can taste my skills.”
Nan Honghong nodded.
She pulled Lu Jianguo into the room.
Inside the room were two beds, two desks, and a wardrobe.
Lu Jianguo stood by the desk, picked up a photo frame, and said, “Is this you as a child? So cute.”
Nan Honghong glanced over.
She was so angry her lungs ached.
She walked over, snatched the photo from his hand, and said irritably, “It’s Nan Qingqing. Are you satisfied?”
All the baby photos in the house were of Nan Qingqing.
It was said that Nan Qingqing’s short-lived mother would rather go hungry for two days than take Nan Qingqing to the county town to have her photo taken.
In this era, having even one photo was considered fashionable, yet Nan Qingqing had dozens of them.
Who did she think she was pretending to be?
Nan Honghong threw the photo back on the desk.
She pulled Lu Jianguo to sit down and asked, “Are you angry?”
Lu Jianguo remained silent.
Nan Honghong glanced out the window and suddenly sat on Lu Jianguo’s lap.
Lu Jianguo’s face flushed red.
He lowered his voice and said, “What are you doing? Your parents are right outside.”
Nan Honghong pursed her lips.
She knew Lu Jianguo’s tendencies in bed.
He liked to seek excitement but was held back by his pitiful sense of dignity.
All it took was someone to pull him along, and he would immediately sink into it.
In her previous life, she had used the same methods to seduce Lu Jianguo.
Now, reborn into this life, the Lu Jianguo before her was still a young man barely out of his teens. With her rich experience, she had even more control over the situation.
With just a little teasing from Nan Honghong, Lu Jianguo couldn’t hold back.
The two of them tumbled onto the small single bed together.
As they became engrossed in their activities, they blocked out all the noise from outside.
It wasn’t until two girls pushed the door open together, exclaiming, “Sister Honghong, my mom said you were back, you… Ah!” that they were interrupted.
The two girls screamed and dashed outside.
Both girls were the children of Nan Fusheng’s cousin, around fourteen or fifteen years old.
As they ran, they cried.
Villagers who saw them thought they had been bullied and couldn’t help but ask, “Chunni, Qiuguo, what happened?”
Chunni gasped for breath and said, “My sister Honghong and a man were on the bed… Waa!”
Everyone: “…”
Meanwhile, following Nan Zhaodi to the neighboring village, Nan Zhaodi had her son entertain Lu Baiyang while she took Nan Qingqing to the north room.
Nan Zhaodi jabbed her finger right between Nan Qingqing’s eyebrows, saying, “You child, you’re more stubborn than an ox. When Nan Honghong and Lu Jianguo had their illicit affair, you should’ve just come home. Why did you take matters into your own hands?”
Nan Qingqing looked at Nan Zhaodi.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Nan Zhaodi frowned, “Can’t your aunt say a few words? The moment I speak, you start crying. Fine, I won’t say anymore, alright? I really won’t say another word.”
Nan Zhaodi cupped Nan Qingqing’s face in both hands, wiping away her tears.
She said gloomily, “How could such a beautiful girl like our Qingqing end up married to an old man?”
Nan Qingqing smiled through her tears.
Holding Nan Zhaodi’s hands, she said, “Aunt, there’s nothing wrong with an old man.”
Nan Zhaodi chided, “You’re still too young to understand. Your uncle is over ten years older than me. When I was in my forties, he was already a little old man. He lay in bed for three years, and I took care of all his needs for three years!”
Nan Qingqing instinctively replied, “He’s in good health.”
As soon as the words left her mouth.
Nan Qingqing suddenly remembered that in her previous life, Lu Baiyang had passed away two years later.
Her tone suddenly turned somber.
Nan Zhaodi asked persistently, “You haven’t gotten the marriage certificate yet, have you? I’ve heard that nowadays you need a marriage certificate for it to count as a real marriage. If you haven’t gotten it, I’ll talk to Lu Baiyang. Let’s just call it off. Aunt will find you a young man.”
Nan Qingqing replied, torn between laughter and tears, “We’ve already had the wedding ceremony.”
Nan Zhaodi’s eyebrows knitted into a deep frown.
After a long silence.
Nan Zhaodi asked, “Is there really no way out?”
Seeing that Nan Zhaodi genuinely cared for her.
Nan Qingqing cautiously comforted her, “Aunt, my marital bond with Lu Baiyang will only last two years.”
Hearing this.
Nan Zhaodi’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly asked, “You only plan to be with him for two years?”
Nan Qingqing thought for a moment and nodded.
Nan Zhaodi was skeptical, “You’re not lying to your aunt, are you? Swear to your own aunt.”
Nan Qingqing had no choice but to raise her hand.
She said solemnly, “I swear that my marital bond with Lu Baiyang will only last two years. Is that acceptable?”
Nan Zhaodi said cheerfully, “Two years it is then. Don’t have any children during these two years, so it won’t be troublesome when you separate. Also, when you follow Lu Baiyang to the army base, keep your eyes open. Find a young officer, preferably a civil official.”
Nan Qingqing let the words go in one ear and out the other.
Nan Zhaodi tugged at Nan Qingqing’s arm, “You unlucky child, did you hear what I said?”Nan Qingqing had to perfunctorily reply, ‘I heard, I heard.'””
Nan Zhaodi emphasized sternly, “Just hearing isn’t enough. You have to remember it.”Nan Qingqing casually said, ‘I remember, I remember.'””
Outside the door.
Lu Baiyang’s hand, raised to knock, froze mid-air.
He stood there for a while.
Suddenly let out a faint, self-mocking chuckle.
The profile of his face was cold and aloof.
He did nothing.
Turned around.
And walked into the main room with a straight, powerful posture.
Wang Hao, the eldest cousin from Aunt Nan’s family, asked, “Couldn’t you get her to come out?”
Lu Baiyang lowered his gaze.
His back ramrod straight, he said in a deep, resonant voice, “Aunt and Qingqing haven’t seen each other for a long time. Let them talk a while longer.”
Wang Hao smiled and said, “Alright.”
At that moment.
A two-year-old toddler crawled in from outside, wearing split pants, his little shirt dirty like iron.
He crawled inside.
Watching Lu Baiyang, this outsider, with eager eyes.
He clung to Wang Hao’s leg.
Wang Hao grinned honestly, “This is my youngest son, called Gousheng.”
Lu Baiyang nodded.
Wang Hao said to Gousheng, “This is your cousin’s husband, a soldier. If you don’t behave, your cousin’s husband will discipline you.”
Gousheng trembled slightly, “…”
Wang Hao pinched his son’s little neck and handed him over, saying, “You hold him.”
Lu Baiyang stiffly took him over.
Lu Baiyang didn’t dare to move.
Gousheng didn’t dare to move either.
After a short while.
Gousheng was so scared that he wet himself.
With a tremble of his little pee-pee, a stream of urine shot straight toward Lu Baiyang’s face…