Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 122 A Stunning Beauty Like a Peach

As she spoke, without waiting for Xu Yuecheng's reply, she turned and was about to disappear into the warehouse, a smile on her face.

"Don't go in." Xu Yuecheng snapped out of his daze, took out his cigarette case, and knocked out another cigarette. "They're long gone."

Xiao Lan paused, her smile freezing halfway: "You're gone? So early? I've already bought all the groceries. He said he hadn't tasted my cooking in ages."

"He's in a hurry to go home and take care of his wife, he doesn't have time to eat your pig's head." Xu Yuecheng curled his lips, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Clang!"

Xiao Lan lost her grip on the enamel basin, and it fell to the ground, spinning several times with a jarring sound.

As if she hadn't heard, she walked a few steps to Xu Yuecheng, her voice trembling: "Wife? What wife? Brother Qin... you're married?"

"Yeah." Xu Yuecheng exhaled a smoke ring, his teeth aching at the thought of Qin Rushan's worthless attitude earlier. "I just found out too. They set up two tables in the countryside, saying they'd bring the people to the city to stay in a couple of days."

Xiao Lan stood there, her face turning deathly pale.

Her lips moved, trying to force a smile, but her mouth felt as if it were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and she couldn't lift it up no matter what.

"This...this is such a big thing, how come I've never heard him mention it before..."

Her voice was so low it was almost a whisper, "That woman... which village is she from? Is she pretty?"

"I didn't see him, but if Brother Qin is so concerned, he must be someone important."

Xiao Lan swayed slightly, but managed to steady herself and bent down to pick up the enamel basin from the ground.

She kept her head down, making it impossible to see her expression, but her voice sounded a little hoarse, "Then...then let's eat. I'll go cook. We bought so much food, we can't waste it."

After saying that, she hurriedly went into the kitchen with her basket.

Xiao Lan was Ke Guangzong's wife, who had previously worked in the same racing team.

Ke Guangzong was one of the earliest brothers to join the company, and the couple traveled all over the country with the caravan.

Xiao Lan was in charge of cooking, washing clothes, and managing logistics for everyone, taking good care of the group of men.

Last year, Ke Guangzong, that short-lived fellow, suddenly fell ill and passed away, leaving Xiao Lan as a widow.

Out of consideration for their past relationship, the villagers couldn't bear to see her homeless and bullied, so they let her stay and continue managing logistics, paying her a monthly salary.

Over time, Xiao Lan came to regard this place as her home, and gradually began to have other hopes in her heart.

Especially Qin Rushan.

Her husband is gone, but she still has to live a good life for the rest of her days.

Now that the tiger has found its master, this untamed wolf in front of us isn't out of the question.

Xiao Lan glanced into the yard through the kitchen window.

Xu Yuecheng was shirtless, taking a shower under the tap. Although his muscles weren't as muscular and intimidating as Qin Rushan's, they were still quite strong.

With the Jeep he owned and the goods in his warehouse, he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in the county.

Dinner was served on the stone table in the courtyard.

The braised beef is sliced ​​thinly, drizzled with chili oil and minced garlic, and topped with fried peanuts sprinkled with salt. There's also a plate of stir-fried bok choy.

"Yuecheng, dinner's ready."

Xiao Lan set out the chopsticks, untied her apron, and casually tidied the stray hairs at her temples.

Xu Yuecheng wiped his face haphazardly with a towel, water droplets sliding down his neck.

He plopped down on the stone bench, grabbed his chopsticks, and stuffed a large piece of beef into his mouth, mumbling a compliment: "It has to be my sister-in-law's cooking. One bite of this and I wouldn't trade it for a god."

Xiao Lan poured him a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Xiao Lan sat down opposite him, without touching her chopsticks, simply resting her chin on one hand.

Those still-charming eyes stared straight at him. "Yuecheng, you're not getting any younger. Why don't you think about finding someone who cares about you? Brother Qin is about to bring his wife to the city, and you're still spending your days hanging around this pile of tattered sacks?"

Xu Yuecheng felt a little uncomfortable under that gaze. He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and exhaled sharply from the spiciness. "Hey, I'm busy making money, aren't I? Besides, what good girl would want someone like us who's just out there making a living?"

"That's because you have high standards."

Xiao Lan leaned forward slightly, her white skin faintly visible beneath her breasts. "If you ask me, you still need to find someone who knows how to take care of you. Life needs someone to do your laundry and cook for you, and a warm bed to sleep in when you come home at night—that's what life is all about."

Xu Yuecheng chuckled awkwardly twice, then lowered his head to eat his rice, not daring to respond to the comment.

Although he was young and impetuous, he wasn't stupid; he could tell that Xiao Lan's words had a hidden meaning.

But that's Guangzong's wife, his sister-in-law.

By the time we finished eating, it was completely dark.

Once the warehouse's large iron gate is locked, the courtyard becomes a secluded little world.

As usual, Xu Yuecheng went to inspect the warehouse and checked whether the doors and windows were closed properly.

When I came back, I saw that the kitchen light was still on and Xiao Lan was bending over washing the dishes.

The polyester shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her back and outlining a voluptuous curve.

The range of her waist twisting was greater than usual.

Xu Yuecheng's throat felt a little dry, so he quickly looked away, went into his small room, and planned to lie down and listen to the radio for a while.

A short while later, the sound of running water came from the makeshift shower room in the yard.

The shower room was just a small cement shed with a large iron bucket on top. The water would be heated by the sun and then you could take a shower.

The door was just a half-board, with a gap at the bottom.

The sound of water lasted for a long time.

Xu Yuecheng lay on a cool mat, turning over and over as he baked flatbread.

It was summer, hot and humid, and the cicadas' chirping was irritating.

Even through the wall, the sound of water felt like it was scratching at his heart.

The sound of rushing water in the shower room finally stopped.

Xu Yuecheng lay on the bamboo mat and let out a long breath. The scorching heat that felt like it was baking a person seemed to subside a bit.

He reached out and touched the palm-leaf fan, then patted his stomach twice in frustration.

It's so hot today, and I feel really stifled.

Those bachelors in the convoy, when they're drunk, they're all loose-lipped.

They gossiped a lot behind my back, saying that Guangzong was unlucky; he had such a beautiful woman at home, like a ripe peach, and yet he died before anything even happened.

Xiao Lan's figure and appearance are well-known in the machinery factory area. She walks with a confident stride, and her eyes are captivating when she looks at people.

Xu Yuecheng was a normal man, in the prime of his life, wandering around the same courtyard every day. To say he didn't have those kinds of thoughts would be a lie.

But she is, after all, his sister-in-law.

"Brother Guangzong risked his life for the team. You can't be heartless." Xu Yuecheng cursed himself in his heart, turned over, and tried to shake off those messy thoughts.

"Knock knock."

The door wasn't closed properly, and someone gently knocked twice on the wooden frame.

Xu Yuecheng jolted awake and sat bolt upright: "Who?"

"Yuecheng, are you asleep?" Xiao Lan's voice rang out from the doorway, soft and damp from her recent shower.

Xu Yuecheng quickly grabbed the tank top and put it on, then shuffled over in his slippers: "No, is something wrong, sister-in-law?"

The door opened a crack.

Xiao Lan stood under the dim light bulb, her hair still dripping wet, and the scent of face cream wafted into Xu Yuecheng's nose.

She was wearing a loose white coat with a low neckline, and glistening water droplets gathered in the hollow of her collarbone.

"Um...do you have any safflower oil?"