Chương 12: Chapter 12: Blind Date

After saying that, he forcefully flung Zhao Lianhua onto the bed with a heavy thud.

"Don't push your luck. Show me those teeth again, and I'll divorce you, send you back to your mother, and make sure you won't even be able to drink the northwest wind," he snarled.

Wang Dalai hiked up his pants and strode toward the doorway.

A'niu hastily hid behind the haystack in the yard.

"Damn whore, such a mess that needs to be sorted out."

Wang Dalai cursed as he kicked open the courtyard door and left.

"Whimper whimper whimper."

He left Zhao Lianhua behind in the room, her face streaked with tears, sobbing alone.

At this moment, A'niu's expression was extremely complicated, unsure whether to leave or to go in and get his clothes.

After thinking it over, he decided to leave. Taking advantage of a woman in peril was something he, A'niu, found hard to do.

A'niu stood up, but inadvertently, he kicked over a bucket near the door, causing a loud clanging noise.

"What are you back here for, you damned scourge?"

Zhao Lianhua thought Wang Dalai had returned and, naked, she rushed to the door. A'niu was frantically trying to steady the rolling bucket when he looked up and was stunned by the beauty before him.

Zhao Lianhua's soft and fair body seemed even paler and more delicate in the moonlight. A'niu gazed dumbfounded at the dark and secluded bush, where a few strands of glistening light still hung, likely left by Wang Dalai just before.

"A'niu? What are you doing here?" Zhao Lianhua's face instantly took on a look of delighted surprise. The desire that Wang Dalai had provoked was rekindled.

A'niu quickly came back to his senses, licked his lips, and cleared his throat, "I came to get my clothes."

Zhao Lianhua, seeing A'niu's embarrassed demeanor, knew he must have sneakily watched her and Wang Dalai doing that deed. Her eyes darted around, and she pretended to be weak as she drew closer to A'niu.

"A'niu, life is so hard for me. That Wang Dalai is not a man at all."

Zhao Lianhua wiped her tears, looking pitiful as she moved towards A'niu, pressing her body tightly against his, her eyes occasionally stealing glances at his expression.

Her hands roamed over A'niu's chest non-stop; he was much more well-built than Wang Dalai, feeling his firm pectorals,

"Good A'niu, help your sister out first. Once I'm comfortable, I'll buy you lots of new clothes."

Zhao Lianhua's breaths grew heavy, her arms wrapped around A'niu, and her cherry-red lips approached his.

In his mind, A'niu was still thinking about the slaps Wang Dalai had delivered. They must have caused Zhao Lianhua great pain. She must be in distress, seeking comfort from him. If he took advantage of Zhao Lianhua now, how would that be any different from what Wang Dalai did to her?

A'niu turned his head to dodge the advancing lips and reached out to pull Zhao Lianhua's arms in front of his chest.

"What's the matter, A'niu? Do you despise your sister?"

Seeing this, Zhao Lianhua, feeling uncertain, put on a pitiful face and asked with tears in her eyes.

A'niu looked at the two white buns and said with difficulty, "Lian Hua, if the villagers saw this, spoke ill of you, how would you live in the village afterward?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lianhua scoffed, "Have I ever cared about the village gossip? Don't I live well all the same? You're just worried that your Tian Mei would find out and feel hurt, aren't you?"

When she brought up his aunt, A'niu felt a wave of bitterness in his heart, and his burning desire suddenly cooled down.

Zhao Lianhua watched as A'niu also lost his spark and knew there would be no action tonight either; anger surged within her, and she couldn't help but curse loudly, "All of you, fuck off! Every one of you is useless, good for nothing pieces of shit!"

After speaking, she turned around and went back to her room, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

The next day, A'niu was sleeping soundly in his room.

Suddenly, Tian Mei burst in, grabbing A'niu by the ear, trying to haul him up.

"A'niu, stop sleeping, get up quickly and come with your auntie."

"What's the matter, auntie? I'm still not awake."

A'niu brushed away Tian Mei's hand and turned over, muttering.

"Later, snuggling up with a wife when sleeping will be so much more enjoyable than this, sleeping alone. Get up, get moving, go see your bride-to-be," said Tian Mei excitedly, flinging off A'niu's blanket.

The two of them had always been so uninhibited around each other, and although both had begun to harbor feelings of affection, such small details never seemed to matter.

A'niu lay sprawled on the bed wearing only his shorts, too lazy even to open his eyes.

"Hurry up and tidy yourself, wash your face, don't keep people waiting and become a laughingstock."

"I told you, I don't want to get married, I want to sleep," A'niu said, pulling over the blanket, intending to go back to sleep.

Tian Mei immediately put on a stern face, angrily saying, "A'niu, you're not getting any younger, spending all your days living with me, a widow auntie. What do you think the villagers say about us, gossiping about us behind our backs?"

As she spoke, Tian Mei actually started to feel sad, tears pattering down.

A'niu couldn't stand to see a woman cry, especially Tian Mei, and he quickly admitted defeat, "Okay, okay, I'll go see her, just stop crying."

As soon as Tian Mei saw A'niu putting on his clothes and getting ready to wash his face, she immediately went from weeping to smiling, "I just saw the girl, she is so pretty, you're in for a real treat, A'niu."

A'niu kept his head down, washing up without replying, while Tian Mei reminded him of a few things before rushing back to her own house to greet the guests.

A'niu thought to himself, could anyone in Peach Blossom Village be prettier than his auntie? He didn't take it seriously and decided it was just to please his auntie; he'd go over, show his face, and get it done with.

"A'niu is here, quick, come sit over here."

Tian Mei, with a beaming smile, seated A'niu next to a girl, and at that moment, the matchmaker with a mole on her mouth, squinted and said gleefully, "My, my, look how well-matched they are sitting together."

Only then did A'niu turn to glance at the girl beside him. He had expected someone ordinary, maybe just another village belle like the others, but this look made it hard for him to look away.

The woman seemed to be in her twenties, sporting a high ponytail, with a delicate face that was fair, blushing, and exquisite as if painted. She was also looking at A'niu, those eyes so enchanting that when she slightly squinted, it seemed as if she was flirting.

A'niu felt his heart flutter at the sight.

Moreover, she was dressed refreshingly, a pale pink lace-trimmed short dress draped lightly over her fair thighs, and glimpses of a blush of spring were faintly visible underneath.

Following the curve of her thighs downward, he saw a pair of slender, snowy-white legs that made A'niu's throat tighten.

The girl's entire demeanor was like that of the pure and untainted Little Dragon Girl from television.

A'niu felt an itch he was tempted to scratch by reaching out and pinching those snow-white thighs.

"Do you like my legs?" the woman asked playfully, eyeing A'niu.

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