"Sleeping with you will make one a deity, then most of the n in this village must already be up in the ranks of the gods, right? Ms. Zhao, I respect you, and I hope you respect too. We’ll be seeing each other often, so let’s not say anything too unpleasant."
Facing the advances of Widow Zhao, Lin Yifan wasn’t interested in the slightest.
Her reputation was notoriously bad.
"At most, they’re just appetizers for , good for relieving loneliness. Expecting to serve them is impossible, and I won’t lie about it; mutual consent isn’t sothing to be ashad of. Boss, just showing a bit from your hand could feed for several years, and I guarantee that after the first ti, you’ll want a second."
Widow Zhao deliberately bit her finger, eyes full of allure.
Lin Yifan’s current economic strength was, to outsiders, imasurable.
Sitting in a luxury car worth millions and building a new house at ho.
If she could cling to him, good days would co.
"There’s only your consent; I’m not willing. Want to make money? Go up the mountains and gather so vegetables and herbs like others do; earning money with hard work isn’t shaful. How long do you think you can rely on flirting?"
Lin Yifan said coldly.
"Wow, little brother, you indeed went to college; your words make sense. Sister Zhao has had a tough life, married a lazy man, and beca a widow. I thought I’d find soone to rely on, but it seems they’re all heartless n. Your words have made realize many things; you’re right, making money with your hands is honorable. I was muddled before; thanks for enlightening . Co, sit in my room and talk so sense into . Tomorrow morning, I’ll gather herbs."
Widow Zhao’s face showed no change of guilt.
Instead, she still leaned towards Lin Yifan, trying to lure him into the house.
"Take care of yourself."
Such shalessness, Lin Yifan didn’t bother to say more.
He shook off her hold and stepped towards the drying yard.
"Little brother... why are you so oblivious to flattery..."
Widow Zhao stomped her foot in frustration, but could do nothing.
"Isn’t this Ms. Zhao? Haven’t seen you in years, and you’re even prettier."
Just as she was about to find soone else, a voice suddenly called from behind.
She turned back to see Li Hao swaggering towards her.
"Oh, isn’t this Iron Dan from the Li Family? Haven’t seen you for years, and I heard you’ve made sothing of yourself?"
Widow Zhao crossed her arms, sizing up Li Hao.
This sly-faced boy was nowhere near Lin Yifan’s level.
But she had heard he drove back in a car too.
She imdiately greeted him with a smile.
"Oh, just doing so small business to make a living. But Ms. Zhao, why are you up so late? Trouble sleeping?"
Li Hao licked his lips, greedily eyeing Widow Zhao’s scant clothing.
Birds of a feather flock together.
With just a glance, mutual understanding was reached.
"Yes, long night, couldn’t sleep, just ca out for fresh air. Want to co sit in my house, have a drink?"
Widow Zhao’s eyes glead with seduction, deliberately licking her lips.
Her enticing deanor instantly ignited Li Hao.
"I haven’t been to your house, Ms. Zhao. Won’t I be bothering you?"
Li Hao took a deep breath, smiled wryly, and asked.
"No bother at all, I live alone as a widow; stay as long as you want."
Widow Zhao directly took Li Hao’s arm,
leaning her body deliberately against his shoulder.
They walked laughing and chatting into the house.
As Widow Zhao closed the door, Li Hao instantly embraced her from behind.
"Ms. Zhao, you sll nice, so soft."
Like an eager boar, Li Hao’s hands road all over.
"Li Hao, you’re so naughty."
Widow Zhao expertly played hard to get.
She deliberately broke free from his embrace, dodging to the side.
"Ms. Zhao, I’ve liked you for a long ti, let cherish you."
Li Hao eagerly chased after her, speaking greedily.
"We’re all from the sa village. I kindly let you in, don’t have any ulterior motives. My house is easy to enter, but difficult to get onto this bed. My phone broke yesterday, so I’m in no mood to serve you."
Widow Zhao lifted a leg onto the bed, continually massaging it.
anwhile, she sneaked a peek at the bulge in Li Hao’s pants, her mouth filled with sorrow.
"Ms. Zhao, it’s just a phone; I’ll buy you one."
Overco by desire, Li Hao couldn’t care about anything else.
As he spoke, he was about to jump on her.
"Really? Then WeChat or Alipay? Or perhaps intimate paynt?"
Widow Zhao smiled, raising her phone.
"Well... I just got back from abroad... all my money is in foreign currency, haven’t been able to convert it... wait until tomorrow, once the money arrives, I’ll buy it for you right away, okay?"
Li Hao quickly lied.
Anyway, by tomorrow morning, everything would have been done.
"Ms. Zhao has lived over thirty years, learned one thing: n’s words are deceitful. Co back tomorrow morning when the money’s there, I’ll leave the door open for you."
Widow Zhao wasn’t about to be shortchanged, she stood up to escort him out.
"Don’t! Ms. Zhao, everything’s like this now; where would I go? How about this, I have so cash here, take it first, I’ll make up the rest tomorrow. I did drive a BMW back, afraid I’d run off?"
He hastily handed over the money snatched from Old Li.
Li Hao was beyond control.
"Just this asly amount? So stingy."
Looking at the small handful of money, Widow Zhao said with grievance.
But sothing is better than nothing, she eventually accepted it and slowly lay on the bed.
Li Hao imdiately jumped on top.
Three minutes later, satisfied, he pulled up his pants.
"Just like Old Li’s real son, sa timing."
Widow Zhao adjusted her clothing, her face full of disdain.
"Ms. Zhao, I saw you pulling with Lin Yifan earlier, didn’t you work things out?"
Li Hao hurriedly changed the topic.
"He’s a college graduate, with Widow Li by his side, doesn’t care for . You rich folks have your consciences fed to the dogs."
Rejected twice, Widow Zhao was burning with anger.
"Ms. Zhao, want to teach him a lesson?"
Li Hao squinted, lowered his voice to ask.
"How? He even beat Wang Tu. Can you take him on?"
Curious, Widow Zhao asked.
"Fighting isn’t the world; I’ll teach you a trick that’ll definitely get back at him—heard of the Immortal Jump? Just..."
Whispering to her ear, Li Hao said.
"You’re indeed sly, but this trick’s clever. But this guy’s popular in the village now, who should we get?"
Upon hearing the whole plan, Widow Zhao’s eyes glistened.
"Liu the Sixth!"
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