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

Chapter 103 She is my wife, Qin Rushan's wife

Just as Niu Guihua's withered, bony paw was about to touch the pork, Qin Rushan naturally veered to the side.

With a turn of the handlebars, the heavy pig's hind leg drew an enticing arc in the air, leaving Niu Guihua unable to grab it.

Niu Guihua charged forward with too much force, and her steps were unsteady. She stumbled forward two steps and almost pressed her old face against the bicycle frame.

"Ouch!"

Niu Guihua cried out in surprise, barely managing to steady herself. When she looked up, she met Qin Rushan's dark eyes, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

"Auntie, what's the rush?"

Qin Rushan held the cart with one hand, while the other hand rested casually on the pig's leg. He flicked the fat with his fingers, making a crisp "slap slap" sound.

"This flesh is dead, it can't grow legs and can't run away. If you bump into it and get hurt, you'll have to blame me, your new son-in-law, for being ignorant."

The villagers watching the commotion burst into laughter.

Who can't see that Qin Rushan is trying to intimidate Niu Guihua?

Niu Guihua blushed, her thick skin almost unable to hold back her embarrassment.

She awkwardly withdrew her hand, wiped it vigorously on her apron, and forced an embarrassed smile: "Look at what you're saying, child. I'm just... I'm just happy! I was worried that this meat would be heavy and tire you out."

"Not tired at all." Qin Rushan's tone was indifferent, revealing a nonchalant arrogance. "This weight is no different from carrying a chick in my hands. But Auntie, you haven't even entered the house yet, and you're already trying to take charge of things for me?"

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy entrance instantly fell silent.

These words carry weight.

In rural areas, a son-in-law is a guest when he visits, but if the son-in-law is a tough guy and the mother-in-law dares to act arrogantly, she will be criticized behind her back.

Especially someone like Qin Rushan, who came with generous gifts, had a more upright posture than anyone else.

Standing to the side, Li Xianglian watched her mother, who usually lorded it over everyone at home, now looking so humiliated. The resentment that had been building up inside her for years finally seeped out through her pores.

How come she never noticed before that Niu Guihua, who seemed so fierce, was actually a paper tiger who bullied the weak and feared the strong?

"Mother, since our son-in-law doesn't mind being tired, let's go inside," Li Xianglian said.

Her voice was clear and crisp, and she slightly raised her chin. Her pale yellow skirt swayed gently in the wind, making her appear both delicate and composed.

Niu Guihua's eyes swept over Li Xianglian, her heart aching as if a jar of vinegar had been spilled.

You brat, dressing so flamboyantly, aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan?

He might curse inwardly, but he still had to put on a smile. After all, that pig's leg was still in Qin Rushan's hands—it was real meat!

"Yes, yes, yes! Come inside! Let's talk inside!"

Niu Guihua quickly turned to the side and opened the two broken wooden doors as wide as possible. "Dabao! Where have you been? Hurry up and get your brother-in-law some water!"

Li Dabao had already rushed out after smelling the meat.

His beady eyes weren't even looking at anyone; they were glued to the pig's leg, his drool practically dripping onto the ground.

"Brother-in-law! This meat is so fatty! How much oil will be extracted from this cut!" Li Dabao reached out to touch the big red flower.

"Snapped!"

Qin Rushan freed one hand and slapped Li Dabao's dirty hand away without any politeness.

The force was considerable, and Li Dabao's hand instantly turned red.

"Did you wash your hands?" Qin Rushan looked down at his greasy brother-in-law, his brows furrowing in disgust. "This meat is meant to be eaten, don't rub your toes-picking hands on it."

Li Dabao shrank back after being hit. He was about to get angry when he looked up and saw Qin Rushan's face, which was as cold as an iron plate. His anger instantly turned into a chill that ran down his spine.

He had heard that Qin Rushan was a reconnaissance soldier in the army, and had killed people and seen blood. He had personally witnessed the ruthlessness with which Qin Rushan chopped the millstone with an axe that day.

"I...I'll go wash right now!" Li Dabao was faster than a rabbit, and ran to the water tank to scoop water in a flash.

Qin Rushan then pushed the cart and swaggered into the yard.

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The main room of the Li family's house was dimly lit, and a musty smell mixed with the smell of tobacco that had accumulated over the years hit you right in the head.

As soon as Qin Rushan entered the room, his tall figure made the low-ceilinged room seem even more cramped.

He didn't rush to sit down, but instead looked around first.

The crippled octagonal table was covered in a layer of grease and grime, and there wasn't even a decent teacup on it.

The corner was piled with a jumble of odds and ends, and the floor was covered with sunflower seed shells and phlegm.

It's amazing that such a family could raise such a clean and tidy girl like Xianglian.

Qin Rushan felt a pang of pain in his heart and turned to look at the woman beside him.

Li Xianglian was standing by the table, looking somewhat awkward.

The dress was so new and clean that she was afraid of getting it dirty, and for a moment she didn't know where to sit.

"Wife, come here."

Qin Rushan parked the car right in the middle of the main room; he did it intentionally to show off.

He pulled a new handkerchief from his pocket, which he had just bought at the supply and marketing cooperative. It was made of snow-white cotton and embroidered with two orchids.

He walked over to the slightly sturdier stool, and without minding that it was dirty, carefully wiped the surface of the stool before spreading his handkerchief on it.

"Sit here." Qin Rushan patted the stool, his tone so gentle it could melt your heart. "Don't get your new dress dirty. This fabric is delicate; once it gets stained with the grease and grime of this room, it won't wash off."

These words made Niu Guihua, who had just entered the room, so angry that she almost fell over.

What do you mean? You think her house is dirty? You think there's too much grease and grime in it?

And before anything has even happened, he's already starting to put on airs for this brat?

"Oh, son-in-law, you're being too polite!"

Niu Guihua walked in with a forced smile, her triangular eyes narrowing. "Xianglian grew up in this house, she crawled out of the mud, how could she be so delicate? She never complained about the dirt when feeding the pigs in the pigsty!"

That old hag, she never says a kind word.

Li Xianglian stiffened for a moment, instinctively wanting to retort, but then felt a large, warm hand land on the top of her head.

Qin Rushan gently ruffled her hair, his movements tender, but his gaze toward Niu Guihua was icy cold.

"That was before. Now she's my wife, Qin Rushan's wife, so she has to be pampered."

Qin Rushan slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled them up twice to reveal his muscular forearms, and said, "If you don't like it, Auntie, then I think you shouldn't cut this meat, so as not to get your cutting board dirty."