Under the bright moon and sparse stars, Lu Yao poured the last of the beans from the wooden bucket into the grinding stone and urged Zhao Beichuan beside him.
"Grind quickly, grind quickly! I'll take you to see something exciting in a bit!"
Zhao Beichuan didn't ask what the excitement was; he pushed the grinding stone with more force, making it whirl rapidly.
Before long, the beans in the bucket were all ground, and the two carried the soy milk back through the village. Halfway there, they suddenly heard a commotion and glimpses of flickering firelight.
Lu Yao quickened his pace excitedly. "Hurry, let's go see what's happening
By the river, Song Widow was only wearing a single piece of clothing, her pants not yet on properly, huddled together, head down, trembling.
Beside her, Song Changshun had put on his pants and was slapped twice by Lin Daman, leaving his face swollen.
Song Old Lady clutched her chest, gasping for breath. "You shameless wretch! You begged me to stay in the Song family, saying you couldn't bear to part with your child. Now look at what you've done—seducing other men!"
"Speak up! If you don't explain yourself today, I'll send you straight to the nunnery!"
Song Widow shrank back in fear. The nunnery was no place for people; rumor had it that those who entered had to wake up before dawn every day to work, barely getting enough food, and if they didn't finish their tasks, they would be beaten. Without someone to redeem them, they would spend their entire lives there until death.
"Mama, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't send me to such a place!" Song Widow crawled to her mother-in-law's side, grabbing her pant leg and pleading.
"It was... it was Song Changshun who forced me! Not long after Da Fu left, he came to me and demanded I sleep with him. When I refused, he raped me. I had no choice!"
"Bullshit!" Song Changshun exploded. "It was clearly you who seduced me first!"
In spring, Song Widow claimed she was unwell and asked Song Changshun to help her with the fields for a couple of days.
"I thought since my brother was gone, she must be struggling alone, so I helped out. But then she brought me sweet water and used a handkerchief to wipe my head, held my hand, and even touched my face."
"Tell me, how could a sister-in-law act so intimately with her brother-in-law? What else could she be doing but seducing me?"
"Then why did you drag me into the woods and try to pull down my pants?" Song Widow sobbed uncontrollably. "Mama, I can't bear to part with Ping. Otherwise, I would have followed Da Fu..."
The crowd felt sympathy for her. Song Third Uncle pointed at Song Changshun. "You beast, daring to bully your own sister-in-law!"
Song Changshun, enraged, kicked Song Widow. "Spit! You poisonous wretch! Can't bear Ping? If you truly cared about Ping, how could you use the money meant for his medicine to frame others?"
Song Old Lady slapped her thigh. "Second, what are you talking about?!"
"He's lying! Mama, don't listen to him!" Song Widow panicked, ignoring her exposed body, and lunged at Song Changshun, fighting fiercely.
As they fought, Song Changshun got scratched across the face, while Song Widow was kicked several times, lying on the ground clutching her stomach and moaning.
Song Changshun wiped the blood from his face and spat. "That lustful wretch has set his sights on Zhao Beichuan, but unfortunately, he's married now. To frame the young man from the Lu family, he even hired a scholar from town to ruin Lu Yao's reputation. Where did the money come from? He swindled it from Mama! You gave him eight taels for medicine, but he spent only one or two, pocketing the rest!"
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FantasyAuthor(s) : 998 Alternative names : 夫君,給我摸摸腹肌 Status : 158 (Ongoing) In his previous life, Lu Yao only lived to thirty-five. Due to family pressures, he never came out, remaining solitary until his death. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himse...