radicalducati Chapter 15 They're so shameless behind the scenes!
Chapter 15 They're so shameless behind the scenes!
A short while later, a slight creaking sound came from the back door of the main house, the dry sound of the door hinges being dry due to lack of lubrication.
Immediately afterwards, a furtive dark figure slipped inside, moving with the practiced ease of someone returning to their own home.
Xianglian peeked out through a crack in the woodshed wall, and in the brief moment the door opened, she could see the man's back.
He had a slightly hunched posture, walked with his toes pointing outwards, and was carrying an oil paper package in his hand.
It's Sun Laowai!
The old widower at the east end of the village whose wife died more than ten years ago.
He always has a big smile on his face and looks honest and simple, but he's actually full of bad intentions.
Who in the village who's a bit older doesn't know? His little affair with Aunt Zhao is like an old woman's foot-binding cloth—long and stinky.
I heard a few days ago that he went to the county town to see his daughter. It turns out he just got back and hadn't even settled into his new home before rushing to visit the widow.
The lights in the main room were quickly turned on, but then dimmed again, clearly indicating that someone had covered the lampshade with a cloth.
"You rascal! You finally decided to come back!"
Aunt Zhao's deliberately lowered but still shrill voice came over, carrying a chilling reproach, "I thought you'd been bewitched by some city vixen and had completely forgotten about this old hag!"
"No way, wildflowers outside can't compare to the fragrance of home-grown flowers."
Old Sun chuckled, his voice lewd, "I came straight here as soon as I got off the bus. Look, this is a roast chicken from the city, I specially saved the thigh for you."
Then came a rustling sound, probably Aunt Zhao opening the oil paper package.
The rich aroma of roasted chicken wafted into the woodshed through the cracks in the door and walls.
Li Xianglian hadn't even had a sip of rice porridge for dinner, but now, smelling this aroma, her mouth was watering uncontrollably.
"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating! I'm being bullied to death, and you still have the nerve to eat roast chicken!"
Aunt Zhao slammed her things on the table. "If you had come back two days later, these old bones of mine would have been torn apart and burned as firewood!"
"Hey, what's going on? Who dares to bully my Cuifen?" Old Sun's voice immediately became anxious.
"Who else could it be! It's that Qin Lao Er next door! And that ungrateful wretch we raised!"
As if she had found an outlet, Aunt Zhao poured out all the grievances she had accumulated over the past two days.
In her words, Li Xianglian became the shameless Pan Jinlian, Qin Rushan became a bully who abused his power, and she, Zhao Cuifen, was the living Bodhisattva who suffered all kinds of grievances and had to swallow her anger for the sake of her son.
"You have no idea how arrogant that little bitch is now! She uses Qin Lao Er to intimidate me, and she even threatens Gangzi's future!"
Aunt Zhao cried uncontrollably, sobbing, "Old Sun, you have to help me! I can't live like this anymore!"
Xianglian was so angry she felt like her teeth were itching to eat.
That old hag is truly a master at saying one thing to someone's face and another behind their back.
Who is trying to drive whom to their death? Who is unfaithful to their wife?
It was clearly her mother-in-law who wanted to give her to a thug to be abused, but now it's Li Xianglian who's bullying her mother-in-law?
Is there no justice left in this world?!
Over in the main room, Old Sun had probably gotten down to business, as the sound of fabric rubbing together could be heard.
"Alright, alright, stop crying, it breaks my heart. That Qin Lao Er is a fool, we don't need to go head-to-head with him. This time when I went to the city, I found out some incredible information, enough to give that young widow a hard time."
"What news?" Aunt Zhao stopped crying.
"Hehe, let's not talk about that now." Old Sun's tone suddenly changed, becoming saccharine. "I haven't had any fish for days, I'm dying to eat it. Come on, let me have a bite..."
"Hey you old lecher! You smell like dirt... Keep it down! Don't let that little slut hear!"
"So what if we heard her? She's cheating on us with other men, and she has the nerve to tell us what to do?" Old Sun panted heavily. "Besides, her woodshed is several feet away, she can't hear us..."
"Sizzle—"
That was the sound of clothes being roughly torn open.
Immediately afterwards, the old elm bed, which had been used for who knows how many years, began to groan in pain.
"Crunch—crunch—"
The sound was rhythmic, striking the wall repeatedly, causing dust to fall from the woodshed.
Along with the swaying of the wooden bed, there was the unrestrained filth and vulgarity of two people whose combined age was over a hundred.
"Ouch...you rascal...you're trying to kill me..."
"Cuifen, your flesh is still so soft and supple, much more appealing than those dry, wiry city girls..."
The commotion, rising higher and higher, was nauseating even through the walls.
Xianglian felt her head throbbing with blood and her face burning as if it were on fire.
That's disgusting!
She's always spouting righteousness and morality, constantly calling her a slut, but behind her back she's so shameless!
She had lived a life of forced widowhood for three years, never even touching a man's hand, yet she had to bear the stigma of being a "duck woman." Meanwhile, this real "duck woman" was openly having an affair right next door!
Xianglian covered her ears tightly, curled up in the corner of the haystack, wishing she could tear that filthy sound out of her mind.
Just then, the broken wooden door of the woodshed, which had been jammed shut, made a very faint "click" sound.
The latch was skillfully pried open from the outside.
Xianglian's hair stood on end. Just as she was about to scream, a tall, dark figure, carrying the chill of the night wind, darted in silently like a hunting leopard.
The person closed the door behind them and took two steps to get to them.
Before Xianglian could react, a rough, hot hand precisely covered her mouth, while another iron arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground and pulling her tightly into its embrace.
The familiar smell of sweat mixed with a faint tobacco scent instantly enveloped her.
It is Qin Rushan.
Xianglian's heart, which had been hanging in her throat, instantly settled back into her stomach, and her tense body softened.
Qin Rushan looked down at the person in his arms.
Even in the pitch-black darkness, his eyesight was astonishing.
He could see Xianglian's red eyes and her face filled with shame and indignation.
Of course, he also heard the loud commotion coming from the main house next door.
"Crunch... crunch... um... you rascal..."
The sound grew louder and louder, even accompanied by the sound of flesh colliding.
Qin Rushan's brows furrowed instantly, his eyes filled with disgust and mockery.
He released his hand from Xianglian's mouth, but didn't let go of his arm around her waist. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
He lowered his head and leaned close to Xianglian's ear, his warm breath penetrating her ear canal.
"Sister-in-law, did you hear that?"
His voice was extremely low, tinged with a roguish air and suppressed anger, "This is the good mother-in-law who scolds you for being unfaithful. Her cries are more exciting than those old sows in heat at the village entrance."
Xianglian's face burned even hotter; this man never uttered a kind word.
Although it's true, it's so embarrassing to hear him say it.
She punched his chest, which was as hard as stone, in embarrassment and anger, and pulled one hand out of his embrace. Her hand, still smelling of face cream, trembled and touched Qin Rushan's ear.
Then came another one.
She stood on tiptoe and covered the man's ears tightly with both hands.
Qin Rushan was startled.
The moment those soft, boneless little hands touched him, the delicate, warm touch of their palms sent a jolt through his entire body like an electric current, traveling along the nerves in his ear.
The screams from the old elm bed next door seem to have truly faded away.
All that remained in the world was the warmth of her palm and the faint scent of jasmine.
That's the scent of the face cream he gave me.
Qin Rushan lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling on the face of the woman in his arms.
She pressed her lips tightly together, her eyelashes trembling like startled butterfly wings. Because of shame and indignation, her usually pale face was now flushed with a bright red, like a ripe peach in the dim light, tempting one to pick it.
She wanted to shield him from the filth, but little did she know that her appearance drove him even more insane than any aphrodisiac.