[Alternate Era]
[No Moral Compass, Dislikers Please Detour]
[Not Innocent, Female Lead Enjoys Herself, Those Who Know, Know!!]
[Lastly, Wishing Everyone Sudden Wealth and Beauty, Strike It Rich!!]
“Ah Ye, no, it hurts… no more, no more…”
As the moon climbed the treetops, the woman on the kang suddenly spoke in her sleep, her voice soft and coquettish, her continuous pleas for mercy waking the man beside her.
Zhou Kuangye slowly opened his eyes. By the moonlight seeping through the cracks of the old, worn window, he saw fine beads of sweat glistening on the woman’s temples from the heat, her face slightly flushed, her breathing rapid—a picture of discomfort.
She must be having a nightmare.
But he remembered he hadn’t hurt her before they fell asleep.
She was delicate and couldn’t bear pain; the slightest bit of force would make her whimper and resist.
That evening, when kneading the dough, he hadn’t used much strength, stopping once his craving was satisfied.
The woman soon fell silent again. He didn’t wake her, instead pulling up the thin quilt she had kicked aside and covering her lower abdomen before going back to sleep.
Just as he was drifting into light sleep, the woman kicked him.
“Break up! I want to break up!”
Frowning, he opened his eyes again, looking at the woman’s small fists clenched with determination, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
Her partner was him, and him alone.
Which meant she wanted to break up with him?!
Back when he first arrived in the village for re-education, his tall, sturdy appearance had caused quite a stir.
Many young women and married ladies in the village had secretly shown him favor, but in his 25 years, he had never spared a thought for women. In his eyes, women were the most useless creatures.
Even his comrades called him an ascetic freak, cold and unfeeling, but he saw nothing wrong with that. Women were not only weak but also prone to tears—he wouldn’t bring such trouble upon himself.
In the end, all those women were driven away by his icy demeanor.
Only this Su Ying, frail and delicate as a little white rabbit, remained unafraid of his coldness, stubbornly clinging to him.
During the day, she would fawn over him while he worked, wiping his sweat and offering him water.
At night, she often wore flimsy little garments, parading her modest peaches around him.
She pestered him for a full month. If he rejected her, she would cry, standing on tiptoe to clumsily kiss and nuzzle against him, looking utterly pitiful.
Until one night, she wore a tattered shirt and, while arching her back in front of him, the shirt burst open.
Seeing the snow-white rabbits break free from their cage, bouncing and shimmering with a pearly glow under the moonlight, he felt a flicker of hesitation.
He was a traditional man. Since he had seen her, she was his.
From then on, she began to reveal her true nature. Complaining that the educated youth dormitory was too crowded, she moved in with him.
Finding farm work too exhausting, she made him do it.
She demanded meat every day and, during breaks, pestered him to buy her pretty clothes.
He recognized her motives—she coveted his labor and money—but he didn’t care.
He wasn’t short of money himself, and this was his first relationship, so he indulged her in everything, only collecting a little interest at night.
To him, she was a responsibility. He would accommodate her, but nothing more.
To be honest, these past two years had been the easiest of his life.
Now she said she wanted to break up? Given her greedy nature, that was simply impossible.
At the educated youth point, no one could satisfy her voracious appetite better than he could, and no one else would spoil her or do her work for her.
If she wanted to break up, there was only one possibility: she had gone mad.
But even if it was just in her dreams, having such thoughts deserved punishment.
He turned sideways and unceremoniously reached through her arm to grasp the soft mound, the veins on his arm faintly bulging from the exertion.
Just as he was enjoying himself, the woman began murmuring again, “I want a good life! I want to live in a big house…”
Live in a big house?
They say what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Although this room was spacious, it was still a villager’s home.
A mud-brick house, its walls plastered with old newspapers, cobwebs in the corners, dilapidated and worn—was she looking down on it?
This woman was truly greedy. Eating well, drinking well, dressing well—it still wasn’t enough. Now she wanted to live in a big house. He had spoiled her too much.
He released the soft mound and moved his hand upward, pinching her tender cheek, his voice deepening considerably. “Su Ying, wake up.”
Only the woman’s breathing answered him.
Forget it, he’d talk to her tomorrow.
She’d better drop that idea. Once she had hooked him, there was no such thing as breaking up.
He wasn’t some good person. If she provoked him, she could only provoke him for a lifetime.
He tightened his arm, pulling her small body entirely into his embrace, wrapping her up so tightly she couldn’t breathe. Breathing in the faint milky scent on her, he fell asleep again.
The night passed without dreams.
Early the next morning.
Su Ying’s eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. The earthy scent of mud bricks mixed with dry grass still lingered at the tip of her nose. So it had all been a dream.
In her dream, she had been so impressive, living in a tall building with whitewashed walls, cement floors, bright and clean windows—the kind of life everyone envied, a cut above the rest.
But waking up, she was still in this shabby countryside. How annoying.
Thinking of something, her pink lips curled slightly again. Lu Pingshu had said he was sure to get into university this time, and his family had a big house. He’d told her to follow him and enjoy a life of luxury.
He was a city person, a respectable university student. In the future, he’d definitely be assigned a good job. Following him was surely the right choice.
She would enjoy life more than anyone else.
In the future, she’d make all those who looked down on her and abandoned her unable to reach her heights.
As long as she dumped this big, rough man beside her and followed Lu Pingshu back to the city, her good days would begin!
The softness of her own peach was being handled so roughly it hurt. She flung away the large hand wrapped around her, completely forgetting that he was currently her biggest “benefactor.”
Zhou Kuangye wasn’t angry at being disturbed awake. His hand instinctively reached for the clothes at the head of the bed and handed them to Su Ying.
Su Ying sat up and reached for them, but the man didn’t let go as he usually did. She turned to look at him and gave a delicate huff. “Let go.”
In Zhou Kuangye’s palm was the soft, cottony feel of the pale pink floral blouse. He remembered he was the one who had bought this for her.
His hand gripped tightly, his tone flat and calm. “You were dreaming last night?”
Su Ying pursed her pink lips, her amber peach-blossom eyes slowly sweeping around. “How did you know?”
Usually, if he didn’t go along with her wishes, she’d throw a fit right away. This time, she wasn’t making a scene…
This woman really had dreamed of breaking up with him. She really deserved a lesson.
His eyes turned cold. “You were talking in your sleep.”
Su Ying covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide. Had she really said she wanted to break up with him?
Although he had money and could work, he wasn’t gentle at all. His teeth were hard, his mouth was hard, his hands were hard—he hurt her so much.
With her beauty, it had taken her a month to hook him. She had thought he was abstinent.
But in the end, when he handled her, it was as if he had no regard for her life. Except for going all the way, he had done everything else.
His strength was enough to crush a person.
As if he had never seen a woman before, he would hold her… kiss and bite her, even breaking her lips several times from kissing.
He was so greedy, as if he wanted to pull her into his body. So rough.
Although he had a bit of money, he was just an educated youth. Now that educated youths were gradually returning to the cities, he had no job, wasn’t a university student, and had no future prospects.
She wasn’t foolish enough to follow him for a lifetime.
Of course, she had to break up with him.
It was just as well that he heard—after all, she had already found someone else.
“I want…”
“Your clothes, snacks, skincare products—you don’t want any of them anymore, is that it?”
Zhou Kuangye cut off her nonsense in advance, speaking coldly, “You should know that if you break up with me, I’ll take all these things back.”
“And the meat in the kitchen—not a single bite is yours.”
“Go squeeze into your educated youth dormitory with the others.”
Her family was poor and couldn’t afford to pay for lodging with the locals.
His tone turned icy. “So think carefully before you speak.”