“Actually, I’m the biological daughter of Heaven.”
Shen Yu: “…”
His fists clenched.
“Are you messing with me?”
“Who’s messing with you?”
Cheng An’an’s expression was unusually sincere.
“I was born with a special constitution. My ability to recover is beyond that of ordinary people. As for your…”
She gave him a mischievous smile.
“That can only mean this young lady is incredibly charming.”
“You stare at my face every day. If it didn’t react at all, that would be abnormal.”
The vein at Shen Yu’s temple throbbed.
This woman really couldn’t say a single normal thing.
“Enough. Stop overthinking it.”
Cheng An’an yawned.
“Anyway, this is a good thing for you. Maybe one day, you’ll be able to stand again.”
Stand again?
Shen Yu stared intently at Cheng An’an.
“You’re serious?”
“Of course.”
Seeing the light that instantly ignited in his eyes, Cheng An’an felt an inexplicable pang in her heart.
This man had been confined to this tiny bed for far too long.
But she quickly put on her usual unserious tone again.
“Besides, if you don’t recover, who am I supposed to rely on for my future married life?”
“Look at it. It’s so energetic. It can even dance.”
With that, she actually controlled her waist and abdomen and made Big Yueyue move twice.
“See? Three circles to the left, three circles to the right…”
Shen Yu’s face instantly burned red all the way to his ears. The gloom that had filled him moments ago was completely blown away.
He strode forward and pressed both hands against Cheng An’an’s still-moving waist.
“Cheng An’an, behave yourself!”
The two of them were extremely close, their breaths brushing against each other’s faces.
Cheng An’an looked up at the flushed face that belonged to her and, for the first time, realized that this man was actually quite interesting when he got embarrassed.
The moment a mischievous thought crossed her mind, she tilted her neck upward and quickly pecked him on his tightly pursed lips.
“I just won’t. What are you going to do about it?”
“Cheng An’an, have you no shame?!”
Shen Yu immediately sprang backward a full three feet.
His almond-shaped eyes blazed with embarrassment and indignation.
The heat spread from his cheeks all the way to his ears.
He raised the back of his hand and fiercely wiped his lips.
Cheng An’an admired his expression as though he were some chaste maiden who had just been violated, and she was in an excellent mood.
She lazily leaned back, folded her hands behind her head, and used them as a pillow. With Shen Yu’s tall, straight body making the movement, it added an extra touch of carefree roguishness.
“Why are you making such a fuss? I only touched you.”
Cheng An’an smacked her lips, looking as though she hadn’t quite had enough.
“We’re legally married, you know. We have a marriage certificate.”
“Besides, I kissed my own face. I’m narcissistic. I love my own body deeply. Is it illegal to touch it?”
Shen Yu’s chest heaved violently with anger.
Was this woman’s brain built like an eighteen-bend mountain road?
“You’re twisting words!”
“That’s my mouth! My face!”
Cheng An’an rolled her eyes.
“They belong to me now.”
She stuck out her tongue and deliberately licked her lips, making a loud tsk.
“Not bad. Though my lips are a little dry. Remember to rub some lard on them later.”
Shen Yu’s blood pressure had completely shot up.
If murder weren’t illegal, he would definitely have attacked her right then.
Just as the two of them were glaring at each other—
A sound suddenly came from outside.
It wasn’t loud, but it immediately put both of them on alert.
Shen Yu’s expression turned solemn. He raised a finger to his lips, signaling Cheng An’an to be quiet.
“Lie down. Don’t make a sound.”
Cheng An’an nodded. Not only was she not afraid, she excitedly rubbed her hands together.
Ooh, was there some gossip to watch? A live show?
Shen Yu grabbed the wooden stick behind the door and quietly moved toward it.
Outside in the courtyard—
Lai Ergou was tiptoeing toward the main room.
That evening, he had heard from his lover, Widow Liu, that Wang Xiulan, that stingy old woman, had actually gone to the black market and bought a roast chicken.
Roast chicken!
He hadn’t even smelled chicken in nearly a year.
Just hearing about it was enough to make his mouth water.
Widow Liu had also said that the Shen family now consisted of only one cripple and two women, making them easy targets.
So his lust and his appetite had both been stirred up.
Cheng An’an might have a bad reputation, but she really was a beauty renowned throughout the surrounding villages.
If he could steal the chicken and sneak a few touches in at the same time—
However he calculated it, he would come out ahead!
After successfully sneaking up to the main-room door, he reached out happily.
Just as his hand was about to touch the doorframe—
The door suddenly opened from the inside.
A fierce gust of wind swept toward him!
Before Lai Ergou could even see what was happening, something slammed hard into his wrist.
“Aaargh!”
He screamed and rolled on the ground, clutching his hand.
“Who?! Which bastard dared to hit me?!”
He struggled to get up, intending to get revenge.
But Shen Yu had no intention of giving him the chance.
He kicked precisely behind Lai Ergou’s knee and pressed down hard with the tip of his foot.
Lai Ergou had barely managed to push himself halfway upright before he was forced heavily back onto his knees.
Then the wooden stick came down like a storm.
And every strike deliberately landed on places with plenty of flesh—painful enough to hurt badly, but not enough to be fatal.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Every blow landed solidly.
Shen Yu’s expression remained emotionless. The way he looked at Lai Ergou was as though he were looking at a dead man.
He poured all the anger Cheng An’an had provoked in him earlier into this unlucky bastard.
Trying to steal chickens?
Climbing over walls?
“Mercy, Grandma!”
“I was wrong! I’ll never do it again!”
Lai Ergou rolled all over the ground, desperately trying to escape.
He couldn’t understand how this seemingly delicate little woman could possess such enormous strength.
And such ruthless techniques.
This wasn’t some soft pushover!
She was clearly a female demon!
Inside the house, Cheng An’an listened to the screams outside and couldn’t help shrinking her neck.
Tsk.
This man really held a grudge.
His revenge instinct was way too strong.
“You came to steal something?”
Shen Yu asked coldly.
“No… no…”
Lai Ergou still tried to deny it.
Shen Yu pressed the wooden stick down, pointing it directly at Lai Ergou’s lower body.
“If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll make sure you can never be a man again.”
Lai Ergou was so terrified that his crotch became warm, and the smell of urine spread through the air.
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I came to steal the chicken. I was wrong! Grandma, I really was wrong!”
Wang Xiulan, who lived next door, was awakened by the screams. She threw on her clothes and rushed outside.
The surrounding neighbors were also awakened by the commotion.
Zhao Weiguo arrived with several people carrying torches.
A crowd gathered in front of the main room.
When they finally saw what was happening—
Everyone was stunned on the spot.
Under the moonlight—
“Cheng An’an” held the wooden stick in one hand, her foot planted firmly on the burly man beneath her, her posture as straight as a pine tree.
The murderous aura on her face was even more imposing than Mu Guiying on the opera stage.
Meanwhile, Lai Ergou lay beneath her feet with a bruised and swollen face, crying so hard that his nose was running, while a large wet patch stained the front of his pants.
The scene was simply too shocking!
Wang Xiulan rubbed her eyes, unable to believe this was her own daughter-in-law.
A young woman had actually beaten a local hoodlum to the ground?
“An… An’an?”
Shen Yu removed his foot from Lai Ergou’s chest.
He straightened his slightly disheveled collar and tucked the wooden stick behind his back.
Then he turned around and gave the stunned crowd a restrained, composed smile.
“Mom, it’s nothing.”
“Just a big rat got inside. I took care of it.”
Lai Ergou was dragged to the production brigade office that very night and locked up.
That night, the entire Red Star Production Brigade was destined to remain sleepless.
The news that Cheng An’an had beaten Lai Ergou with a wooden stick spread through every corner of the village before dawn, as though it had grown wings.
The story also grew with every retelling.
What had initially been nothing more than catching a thief gradually evolved into rumors that Cheng An’an was the reincarnation of the God of War, and some people even claimed she could strike someone from across a mountain.
Early the next morning—
Shen Yu was awakened by a loud wailing outside the courtyard.
“This is outrageous! Murder! Cheng An’an, that vixen, beat my Ergou so badly that he’s crippled!”
“Everyone, come judge this fairly! That shameless woman tried to seduce my Ergou, and when he refused her, she turned around and attacked him!”
Shen Yu frowned.
He rolled out of bed and got dressed.
Meanwhile, Cheng An’an was still sleeping soundly, her sleeping posture completely unrestrained.
Both hands waved around in the air while she kept mumbling in her sleep.
“Chicken leg… don’t run away…”