In the coming days, the Yan family became even more restless.
Relatives who hadn’t visited for years suddenly showed up at their doorstep, some even bringing gifts as small as a pound of sugar, acting as if they were in constant contact.
Eventually, they began asking for money, seeking help finding jobs, or trying to set up marriages for the three brothers with girls from who-knows-where.
The Yan family grew tired of this incessant pestering. In the end, they locked their doors tight. They decided to finish their New Year’s dinner and then leave for the city, canceling the wedding that was originally planned to be held in the village.
Just as sudden as their arrival back to the village, the Yan family’s departure was equally abrupt. The next day, when someone came to visit, they found the house deserted.
The situation was the same at the Yan Qinglu’s home.
Except for Chen Hou and Xiao Wei, everyone else had left, and all the cars had been driven away.
Many in the village grumbled, saying they talked about holding weddings but ended up fleeing quickly. They made money and didn’t even think about giving back to the village. They could have at least shared their earnings with the village.
The wedding of Wan Tong and Yan Qinglu was postponed. But, despite their efforts to keep it low-key when they held the wedding, the couple’s fame still attracted attention, even garnering some newspaper coverage.
After hearing about Yan Qinglu’s story, a few young people from Datang Village went to the city to try their luck. They didn’t expect to see the wedding covered in the newspaper when they checked it.
Subsequently, they asked about Yan Qinglu’s background and stumbled upon a big revelation.
Yan Qinglu was indeed involved in the underworld.
It was said that he started as a small-time thug, then worked with demolition teams, eventually taking over demolition projects himself. Whether it was luck or his ruthless nature, the demolition business was lucrative, rapidly expanding his influence. Now, not only was he in construction, but he also owned numerous bars and dance halls, practically monopolizing the entertainment industry in the city.
They initially thought Yan Qinglu’s involvement in the underworld was about violence, but who would have guessed he had risen to the top of the underworld hierarchy, watching others do the dirty work.
Lin Daxiong and others who followed Yan Qinglu closely could potentially make a fortune every day. What was ten thousand yuan to them?
Then there was Little Fourth Yan, who had become a prominent female entrepreneur in the city?
Her reputation didn’t seem bought; there were even reports about her bold entrepreneurship in the news.
Indeed, these days, as long as one had the guts, success in any endeavor was possible.
When these few people returned to Datang Village and spread the news they had learned, the whole village was shocked.
At that time, Chen Hou was still in the village, and for a while, his doorstep was nearly trampled down. However, Grandma Chen was tough; she would grab a broom and shoo people away. Moreover, with no one daring to mess with Chen Hou in the village now, nothing major happened, except for excessive flattery. Chen Hou was getting tired of it, thinking it might be better to take Grandma to the city to enjoy life.
Grandma Chen had never been to the city in her life, but after a night of thinking, she agreed. Her grandson shouldn’t have to live in this remote mountain village for his whole life.
Five days later, Wan Tong heard some commotion in the garden from upstairs and quickly peeked out onto the balcony.
Then they saw a person holding onto Da Huang, a few people carrying two large cages down from the truck, and the cages emitted the sound of *quack quack*…
Wan Tong quickly ran downstairs to the garden. The car had already driven away, Yan Qinglu was squatting on the ground, untying the ropes of the cage and opening the door.
Da Huang was originally circling around Wan Tong. When he saw the ducks running out, he hurried over, *Woof woof woof!*
“Yan Qinglu, why did you bring them here?”
“It’s Chen Hou, he brought Grandma Chen to the city, so there’s no one at the village to look after the ducks, so I asked him to bring them up together.” Yan Qinglu said, reaching out to poke at Little Fourth, who was slowly walking out of the cage.
Strange and childish, but cute.
Wan Tong chuckled, “When Eldest Brother and Third Brother came to the city, they sold all the livestock at home. When they were about to sell the old cow at home, Third Brother almost cried.”
Actually, she felt it was indeed troublesome to bring the ducks to the city. Who knew Yan Qinglu would really do it?
Watching Da Huang herding the ducks around, Yan Qinglu got up and came to Wan Tong, picking her up around the waist and walking into the house, “It’s still early, go back and rest for a while.”
Wan Tong hung her hands around his neck, swinging her legs, “I’m not sleepy, I’ll go home and check out the convenience store. They’re opening a branch, I’ll see if there’s any help needed.”
Anyway, her parents’ house was next door, so it was very convenient for her to go back.
However, Yan Qinglu was quite annoyed. Her parents’ house was too close, making him confused about whose family she belonged to now.
He couldn’t help but return to the room, pressing her down on the sofa, “Didn’t sleep much last night, tired?”
“…,” Wan Tong’s eyes twitched. Whose fault was it that she didn’t sleep?
What made her even more speechless was that when they got married, he shamelessly made her wear tight jeans under the wedding dress…
This beast really had a thing for jeans.
“Since you’re not tired, shall we do something fun?” Yan Qinglu’s eyes were filled with a strong desire, his voice seductive.
Wan Tong couldn’t resist his charming attack at all.
When the two were kissing passionately, suddenly a light cough came down the stairs.
Wan Tong immediately pushed Yan Qinglu away, then struggled to get up from the sofa, peeking out from behind the chair back. Sure enough, Lin Cui was coming downstairs.
But Lin Cui didn’t look over, her expression was unusually calm. It wasn’t until she entered the kitchen that she spoke, “I drank last night, too thirsty, couldn’t help but interrupt you. But I won’t come down later, you guys figure it out.”
Wan Tong : “…” Having such an unconventional mother-in-law, she was helpless too.
Of course, the two didn’t respond. Wan Tong was pulled back by the man behind her.
She was annoyed, her elbow bumped into his chest.
Yan Qinglu whispered in her ear, quickly saying, “I’m sorry.”
He apologized quickly now, but whether he really understood his mistake, who knows?
Wan Tong turned her head to glare at him, silently blaming him. It was all his fault for acting recklessly.
Yan Qinglu couldn’t resist her watery big eyes staring at him. He couldn’t help it for a moment, kissing her at the corner of her eye, “I really messed up. Next time, I’ll make sure my Mom isn’t around…”
“…You should say next time you’ll go back to the room!” Wan Tong corrected him seriously.
Yan Qinglu caught a glimpse of Lin Cui’s figure disappearing from the corner of his eye, then he lifted her up. “Alright, next time we’ll go back to the room.”
Only when Wan Tong was lifted into the air did she suddenly understand his meaning.
“Yan Qinglu, not today!” she hastily protested.
Yan Qinglu pecked at her lips a few times and quickly walked upstairs, quietly correcting her, “Yan Qinglu is doing well today.”
Wan Tong : “…” Yan Qinglu, you beast!
The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous, but outside the window, sharp cries of “Brother-in-law, brother-in-law” could be heard.
Yan Qinglu muttered a curse under his breath, his forehead clouded, while Wan Tong’s brows were stained with crimson as he carried her to the window.
During this period, Yan Wan’ying seized every opportunity to come to Yan Qinglu’s house, calling out ‘Brother-in-law’ incessantly, but she did not really regard him as her sister’s husband, using all sorts of means to throw herself at him.
Wan Tong was stunned by her sister’s behavior. Her sister really had no sense of propriety.
Despite being lectured countless times by their Father and Brothers, she remained undeterred.
With a loud *bang*, the window was closed, blocking out Yan Wan’ying’s piercing voice.
Yan Qinglu was once again excited because of the new experience, and he never returned to the bed.
Downstairs, Yan Wan’ying stood in front of the door. When she looked up, she happened to see the figure closing the window.
That broad figure must be Yan Qinglu, but why were there two arms hanging around his neck?
Could it be that he and Yan Wantong were…?
At the thought of this possibility, Yan Wan’ying felt a surge of unwillingness and anger.
“Sl*t!” she muttered under her breath before turning and heading home.
rokumi’s note : Wow, there was actually someone calling someone else sl*t for hugging her own husband!
Heh, sl*t? SL*T!? Ha! You must’ve been talking about yourself!