SWDnovel Chapter 101 I did it to you in this cornfield
Chapter 101 I did it to you in this cornfield
Li Xianglian felt a little awkward under the intense gazes around her, her cheeks flushed, but looking at the man's broad and reliable back, she felt inexplicably confident.
She lifted her skirt slightly, turned sideways and sat gracefully on the back seat, her hands instinctively grabbing the hem of Qin Rushan's shirt around his waist.
"Hold on tight!" Qin Rushan shouted in a loud voice, not caring whether anyone was listening nearby.
Li Xianglian's face flushed, but her hands obediently reached forward and wrapped around his strong waist, pressing her entire body against his back.
Qin Rushan pushed off with his feet, and the wheels spun rapidly, creating a gentle breeze.
As I passed under the big locust tree at the village entrance, a group of gossipy women were cracking sunflower seeds. Seeing this, they forgot to spit out the seed shells.
"My goodness! Is that Li Xianglian? She looks like a completely different person!"
"Is that skirt made of Dacron? It costs over ten yuan at the supply and marketing cooperative! And you need cloth coupons for that! Is Qin Rushan trying to make ends meet?"
"Look at that pig's leg! That's the hindquarters! It must weigh at least twenty or thirty pounds! And he just carried it back to his wife's parents' house? Isn't Qin Rushan supposed to be a carefree scoundrel? Why is he so doting on his wife?"
Envious, jealous, and envious remarks wafted into my ears on the hot wind.
Hearing these sounds, Qin Rushan straightened his back even more.
He wanted to show these people that the woman who used to be treated like dirt in the Zhao family was a treasure to him, Qin Rushan.
The car glided past the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Li Dazui was spitting out a handful of sunflower seeds when he saw this scene, and he forgot to spit out the sunflower seed shells in his hand.
Her beady green eyes swept over Li Xianglian, then over the greasy pig's hind leg, and finally landed on Aunt Zhao, whose face was ashen.
Aunt Zhao woke up late today.
She couldn't sleep a wink last night because of the noise from next door, and now she's got dark circles under her eyes and is seething with anger.
She had heard everyone's comments just now, and every word praising Li Xianglian's beauty and Qin Rushan's generosity felt like a slap in the face to her old face.
"Oh my! Sister Zhao!"
Li Dazui, a man who loved watching a good show and never shivered from a bad one, wiggled his big, barrel-shaped waist and leaned over, giving Aunt Zhao's ribs a hard elbow. "Look at her, isn't that your ex-daughter-in-law? Look at her complexion, her figure, how come I didn't notice how beautiful she was when she was at your house?"
Aunt Zhao's chest heaved violently twice, feeling as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed or spit out.
She turned her head to the side, her wrinkled face reeking of sourness: "What 'fresh and pretty'? She's a slut! Dressed in all that bright and colorful stuff, doesn't she care about corrupting the whole village's morals?! A piece of trash who can't live without a man!"
"Sister-in-law, that's not right."
Li Dazui spat the sunflower seed shells on the ground. "She's a member of the Qin family now, so it's perfectly legitimate. And look at that pig's leg, that's real meat! Enough for our whole family to eat for half a month. That's what you call life! Some people just aren't destined to enjoy good fortune."
That's a really harsh statement.
Back when Li Xianglian lived in the Zhao family, let alone eating meat, even eating half a cornbread would get her scolded by Aunt Zhao for being wasteful.
Now people eat meat every day, have cars to ride in, and wear polyester. This contrast is enough to pierce Zhao Da Niang's heart.
Aunt Zhao trembled with rage, pointing at the receding bicycle, her withered finger shaking. "Bah! That's Qin Rushan putting on a show! He picked up a pair of our Gangzi's discarded worn-out shoes and treated them like treasures, doesn't he feel disgusted! I bet that pig leg came from some dirty trick somewhere, he'll be in jail sooner or later!"
"Come on, Sister-in-law Zhao!"
Li Dazui rolled his eyes, a smug grin on his face. "Who doesn't know Qin Rushan's a retired soldier with a ton of resettlement money? He's genuinely rich, not pretending. But your Gangzi, his wife just left, and he hasn't brought back anyone better yet? What if he ends up not finding a city wife and just watching his ex-wife live the high life? That would be truly embarrassing!"
A burst of laughter erupted around them.
Aunt Zhao found the laughter extremely grating, and felt as if her chest was about to burst.
She stared intently in the direction where Qin Rushan had disappeared, her two withered fingernails digging almost into her flesh. Her heart was filled with a mixture of bitterness and hatred, a feeling more bitter than swallowing a pound of bitter herbs.
After leaving the village, we got onto the dirt road leading to Lijia Village, where wheat fields rippled in the breeze on both sides.
The wind lifted Li Xianglian's skirt, gently brushing against Qin Rushan's calves, causing a ticklish sensation.
"Brother Shan..." Li Xianglian pressed her face against his back, her voice slightly blurred by the wind, "Aren't we... being too conspicuous?"
Qin Rushan snorted and stomped his feet even harder. "I'm going to show off. I'll make those gossipy people open their eyes and see for themselves how precious my wife is! Anyone who dares to say a bad word about you is messing with me!"
He freed one hand and patted Li Xianglian's hand on the back, his palm rough and warm: "Wife, remember this, before you were just a nobody, but now you're the apple of my eye. Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, you'd better hold your head high!"
Li Xianglian's eyes welled up with tears.
The feeling of being protected under someone's wings is so wonderful, so desirable.
She tightened her arms and pressed her body even closer. As the car bumped along, their bodies rubbed against each other, creating a unique and alluring sensation.
Qin Rushan sensed the movement behind him, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he nearly rode into the ditch by tilting the handlebars.
"Behave yourself." His voice was a little hoarse as he warned, "If you move again, believe me, I'll do you right here in this cornfield."
Lijia Village is not too far from Xiahe Village. The roads are all made of loess, and normally it would take a long time to walk there. But today, even though Qin Rushan deliberately pedaled slowly, it only took him the time it takes to smoke a pipe.
At midday, the scorching sun baked the ground until it turned white.
Beside the old well at the entrance of Lijia Village, under the crooked willow tree, a group of old and young men had already gathered, carrying large, rough porcelain bowls. In those days, there was little entertainment; any slight disturbance in any household became a major spectacle for the whole village.
"Ding-ling-ling—! Ding-ling-ling—!"
A crisp, urgent bell rang out abruptly, piercing the sweltering heat at the village entrance.
This noise was extremely unusual. Li Family Village was poor, and the entire village only had one dilapidated cart owned by the village head, which rattled everywhere except for its bell. Nobody had ever heard such a loud and arrogant noise.
The slurping of thin porridge under the willow tree stopped.
Everyone held their bowls and squinted at the end of the dirt road.
Amidst the billowing yellow dust, a brand-new, gleaming black bicycle, its paint so smooth it reflected a person's image, drove over the clods of earth.
The steel spokes of the wheels gleamed silver in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.
The man on the bicycle was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. His faded old military uniform was stretched taut by him, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing bulging muscles in his forearms that looked like two coiled pythons.
He held the front of the car with one hand, his back ramrod straight—the kind of posture only someone who has seen blood and risked their life would have.
But what truly captivated everyone was neither the person nor the car.
It's that thing hanging on the handlebars.