Jia Lanhua seed to be competing with Luo ili, determined to outdo her, even raising her voice significantly.
"Jia Lanhua, have so sha. Can you lower your voice?"
"Mind your own business. If you dare, then speak up."
Zhang Xiaoshan thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
At ten o’clock in the evening.
Luo ili lay beside Zhang Xiaoshan, now much more obedient and well-behaved.
"Little Shan, can you be nicer to from now on, not hit every ti you get upset?"
"That will depend on how you behave."
Zhang Xiaoshan said, closing his eyes to rest and rejuvenate.
"Ding-a-ling."
Just then, Jia Lanhua’s phone rang.
It was Wu Damming calling.
"Huh?"
She glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan, who nodded.
Only then did she dare to answer the phone.
"Wife, I’ve returned to the hotel. Where are you?"
Wu Damming’s tone was rough, suggesting he had faced no small setback.
"I went out to find ili."
"ili, Luo ili, she’s in the city too?"
"Don’t lie to . Are you cheating on behind my back?" Wu Damming said with clear irritation.
Jia Lanhua, submissive and humble in front of Zhang Xiaoshan, felt helpless but was anything but polite to her husband Wu Damming.
"Stop talking nonsense; I really am with ili."
"ili, say sothing."
Luo ili then spoke up.
"Village leader, I’m with Lanhua right now."
"Oh."
Hearing this, Wu Damming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"So when are you coming back?" Wu Damming asked impatiently.
Jia Lanhua replied displeasedly.
"I seldom get out, and now that I finally make it to the city, can’t I enjoy it a little longer? I’m shopping with ili right now, and I’m not coming back tonight."
"Not coming back? What should I do?" Wu Damming got anxious.
"Do whatever you like. You’re no good to when I get back anyway, just spitting in my face. That’s all, stop bothering ."
Jia Lanhua hung up the phone.
"Sigh."
On the other end of the line, Wu Damming, sitting in the hotel, looked at his dark screen, feeling a mix of anger and inevitable resignation.
He lay in bed, weak and utterly deflated, staring at the ceiling light above.
The light shone brightly, highlighting his old, elm-bark-like face.
In the past, he carried an air of authority, a man in his fifties with the vigor of a forty-year-old.
But now, his vitality had completely dissipated.
Even if he couldn’t assert his masculinity in front of Jia Lanhua, he had at least enjoyed so respect and authority in the village—a noteworthy achievent for an old rural man.
But now, his reputation was ruined.
Caught in bed with his sister-in-law Zhang Yulian, he had stirred up a storm in the village. Now, with Zhang Yulian dead and having been scamd out of fifty thousand yuan, he was partly to bla. During Zhang Yulian’s funeral, his brother Wu Daqiang had turned against him and publicly struck him.
The clansn of the Wu family who had supported him were also expressing their disapproval.
On this trip, the clan elders declared that if he didn’t settle Zhang Yulian’s traffic incident and the fifty thousand yuan issue, he would face disdain upon his return.
Without the support of the Wu family’s clansn, he was nothing in White Dragon Village.
But what clout could a petty village leader have in a big city? Who would take him seriously?
His spirit had been utterly crushed.
He began to contemplate his next move.
...
"You’re not going back tonight; what will you do then?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked Jia Lanhua, surprised.
Luo ili also spoke up.
"I think Wu Damming was quite upset; if you’re not by his side, it might trouble him if he gets too distressed and has dark thoughts."
"Good riddance if he dies."
Jia Lanhua said with a scornful look.
She truly had no feelings left for Wu Damming, especially after receiving affection from Zhang Xiaoshan; she completely disregarded Wu Damming as a person.
"What, afraid I might ruin your fun ti with Little Shan?"
"You’re staying overnight with Little Shan; why can’t I?"
Jia Lanhua glared at Luo ili, indignant.
This ’best friend’ of hers could be really difficult when competing.
"That’s not what I think at all."
Luo ili said with a flushed face.
And at that mont, Jia Lanhua took the lead, slipping under the covers.
Trailing kisses up Zhang Xiaoshan’s ankles.
"Hoo."
Soon, Zhang Xiaoshan’s brow began to furrow.
Luo ili, not wanting to be outdone, also comnced her endeavors.
...
While Zhang Xiaoshan was busy to the point of distress.
Tianhai.
My great country, Yanxia, the most bustling and flourishing city.
Light rain fell on the main road outside the airport.
A million-dollar gold stretch Rolls-Royce was parked by the roadside, flanked by nine Maybachs in the front and another nine behind.
With a retinue of eighteen cars, four muscular bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood by each car.
All were top-notch practitioners of external power.
Next to the Rolls-Royce stood a woman dressed in a white business shirt and black skirt, in her early thirties, with a refined and icy beauty, her gaze restlessly scanning the exit.
She seed to be awaiting soone of great importance.
At last.
The figure of a stunning woman erged.
A jade-colored blouse matched with a knee-length skirt embroidered with a pattern of yellow and white roses on a red background, and high heels on her feet.
"Finally, I’m ho."
The woman spread her arms wide, breathing in the air of her hotown as tears began to fall.
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