Jia Lanhua tried to run, but Zhang Xiaoshan grabbed her with a backhand hold and pressed her firmly beside the sickbed.
Her face was pressed against Wu Daming’s.
Wu Daming’s breath could still flutter against her earlobe.
A strange feeling overwheld Jia Lanhua’s heart, it was both fear and sha, yet even more exciting.
The first ti she and Zhang Xiaoshan had been together, Wu Daming had been there too, but he had been drunk then; now, Wu Daming could wake up at any mont.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, you reckless man, have you gone mad, aren’t you afraid that Wu Daming will kill you?"
Jia Lanhua turned her head and whispered fiercely to Zhang Xiaoshan behind her.
"Hehe."
But Zhang Xiaoshan just smiled faintly.
"What’s there to be afraid of, don’t you find this exhilarating?"
"Aren’t you trying to get revenge on Wu Daming? I’m helping you, so stop complaining."
"You, you bastard."
"I really didn’t want to, you’re making die of sha."
Although Jia Lanhua verbally resisted, her body honestly betrayed her.
Jia Lanhua nervously watched Wu Daming, fearing that he might wake up.
The feeling of revenge exhilarated her.
It wasn’t long before, under the dual influence of psychology and physiology, she broke down.
Zhang Xiaoshan stepped back and let go of Jia Lanhua.
With her support gone, Jia Lanhua sat on the floor, her hands resting on the edge of the bed, looking at the still unconscious Wu Daming with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
She even thought, it would be good if Wu Daming died now.
If he died, could she and Zhang Xiaoshan be together officially?
Compared to the hollow title of Mayor’s wife, the heavenly sensation Zhang Xiaoshan brought her seed insignificant, didn’t it?
At this mont, Zhang Xiaoshan was also breathing heavily.
Looking at Jia Lanhua kneeling beside him, he licked his lips, his face showing a mix of smugness and lingering excitent.
Just in terms of their physical relation, Jia Lanhua was truly perfect, utterly srizing.
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, Wu Daming on the bed started to cough.
"Ah."
Jia Lanhua was startled and began to hastily put on her clothes.
Zhang Xiaoshan also put on his trousers that had fallen on the floor.
By the ti they were nearly ready, Wu Daming’s consciousness was also slowly returning.
The light in front of him grew brighter.
"What, what happened to ?"
"Oh, is this the infirmary?"
Finally, Wu Daming fully opened his eyes.
"This old man, always causing trouble for , I slept with your wife, let you wear the green hat to the fullest," Zhang Xiaoshan thought coldly to himself, yet he said cheerfully.
"Hehehe, Uncle Daming, you finally woke up. You had been hit with a chair by Uncle Daqiang earlier, and you lost quite a bit of blood. It’s good you woke up."
"Oh, right, right..."
Wu Daming began to recall what had happened earlier.
"This Wu Daqiang, the son of a bitch, I’m still his brother yet he doesn’t give any respect. Now that brothers have turned against each other, it’s beco a joke in the village, how can I face anyone in the village from now on?"
He muttered, very dissatisfied.
In recent tis, Zhang Xiaoshan had been frequently flaunting himself in the village, while he was frequently embarrassed, feeling his prestige might be overtaken by Zhang Xiaoshan.
"You shaless man, still have the nerve to speak, wouldn’t we be in this ss if you hadn’t ssed around with Zhang Yulian?"
Jia Lanhua angrily scolded.
Wu Daming hung his head, not daring to speak.
But Jia Lanhua was not about to let Wu Daming off the hook.
Having just ssed around with Zhang Xiaoshan in front of Wu Daming was one thing, but now she was outright furious, reaching out towards Wu Daming.
"Ouch, my face."
Jia Lanhua extended her long nails and scratched Wu Daming’s face, drawing long trails of blood and disfiguring him instantly.
Wu Damming wanted to retaliate, but his hands were still attached to an IV drip, and his body was extrely weak.
"Stop hitting, Uncle Daming, let’s talk this through."
Zhang Xiaoshan saw this and hurriedly intervened to break it up.
Of course, he was taking sides.
He tightly held Wu Daming, preventing him from moving.
"Ouch, stop hitting, I know I was wrong, wife, please forgive ."
Wu Daming started to beg for rcy.
Zhang Xiaoshan felt it was enough and then turned to pull Jia Lanhua away.
"Aunt Lanhua, stop hitting, dostic fights are a public embarrassnt."
Only then did Jia Lanhua stop.
By then, Wu Daming’s clothes were reduced to shredding, his face, neck, and chest were all marked with scratch-induced blood stains.
He looked utterly miserable.
Zhang Xiaoshan chuckled to himself.
And Jia Lanhua grew even more disgusted with Wu Daming.
"You old fool, go look at yourself in the mirror, see what you look like, where do you think you’re not worthy of ? And you still had the nerve to cheat on , you’re truly disgusting."
"Don’t talk about it anymore, let it be,"
Wu Daming’s head was nearly buried inside his trousers.
Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at Jia Lanhua, thinking, isn’t it funny that you do the sa thing and yet feel so righteous?
Feeling the aning in Zhang Xiaoshan’s gaze, Jia Lanhua imdiately gave Zhang Xiaoshan a cold look, feeling sowhat ashad herself.
"You old fool, I’ll spare you today, but you’re not coming back ho. Reflect on yourself first."
Wu Daming hung his head, not making a sound.
"Aunt, calm down, let’s go, let walk you ho."
Zhang Xiaoshan smiled as he led Jia Lanhua out the door.
Wasn’t this the chance for them to be alone together?
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