Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 13

Because he had thought about too many inappropriate things during the day, he had half a night of erotic dreams and woke up with a dry and hoarse throat.

Zhao Xiaonian and Zhao Xiaodou had already gotten up and were feeding the chicks in the courtyard.

Lu Yao sat on the kang, reminiscing for a moment, then covered his face, unable to help but despise himself for being so shallow—just a handsome appearance had made him lose his mind. It was too embarrassing!

He changed his pants, picked up the wooden basin, and quietly went to the river to wash clothes.

When he reached the river, he faintly heard someone talking about him. Lu Yao lightened his steps and approached slowly.

"Is it true that the young man from the Lu family is as unrestrained as you say?"

"How could it be false? I saw with my own eyes how he was tugging at that Scholar, even saying he wouldn't marry anyone else!"

"Oh, what a pity that such a good person like Da Chuan ended up marrying such a fickle man."

"You're right. But you know Da Chuan's temper; he can't stand any sand in his eyes. When I told him, his face turned so dark. I bet when he returns from his labor duty, he'll divorce him."

"Clang!" Lu Yao threw the wooden basin next to Widow Song's feet.

"Aiyo!" Widow Song jumped in fright. Just as she was about to curse, she saw it was Lu Yao and reluctantly shut her mouth, picking up her basin and moving aside.

The others secretly glanced at Lu Yao, whispering among themselves.

While washing clothes, Lu Yao pondered: How did Widow Song know about him and Scholar Xu? Could it be that he was at the noodle shop yesterday?

He and that Scholar had long since parted ways, yet now it seemed they had secretly pledged their lives together.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Determined not to let it consume him, he said, "Some people, after losing their husbands, start eyeing other people's husbands. They should take a look at themselves in the mirror first."

Widow Song, hearing this, slammed her stick into the wooden basin and shouted, "Who are you calling out?"

Lu Yao smiled insincerely and said, "Don't get angry. I didn't mention your name. Are you feeling personally attacked?"

Widow Song spat, "You won't be smug for long. Wait until Da Chuan comes back; you'll see."

"That's none of your concern. Even if Da Chuan divorces me, he won't marry a used shoe."

"Who are you calling a used shoe?"

"Why are you getting so worked up again? I didn't mention your name, yet you keep claiming it. It makes me feel quite embarrassed."

Someone nearby laughed, surprised by how sharp-tongued this young man from the Lu family was.

"You!" Widow Song's face turned red with anger, and she left in a huff with her laundry basin.

With her departure, the other women watching the scene also left, leaving Lu Yao alone, sneering as he beat the pants. He had died once; he wasn't afraid of a bunch of country bumpkins. They couldn't anger him to death!

But would his cheap husband really believe those rumors?

This widow had a real knack for stirring trouble!

Thinking about his long-coveted "braised pork," which he hadn't even tasted yet but was already being eyed by others, Lu Yao felt a wave of irritation.

After finishing the laundry and returning home, Zhao Xiaonian ran over and said, "Sister-in-law, one of the chicks isn't eating. Come quick and see if it's sick!"