Jiang Qingqing was initially a little shy and reserved, not fully letting go.
But as Zhang Liunian's increasingly shameless actions continued, she quickly melted into a puddle of warmth, allowing him to do as he pleased.
The scalding hot water grew hotter with their movements, seeming to sear into their hearts, causing them to tremble.
Zhang Liunian's actions became even more wild and unrestrained, as if he hadn't touched a woman in eons.
It was precisely because of his wolf-like, tiger-like ferocity that the newly purchased bathtub could not withstand it and broke down.
Without the tub, Zhang Liunian scooped her up horizontally and carried her to the bed. He drew the bed curtains and continued his work.
They continued this way all night until early morning, when he finally let go of his tear-reddened wife in his arms.
After a four-hour rest, Zhang Liunian's eyes snapped open again, instantly revitalized.
He then felt the soft warmth in his arms, his blood boiling once more. He turned slightly to look at his alluring wife cradled in his embrace.
Zhang Liunian's gaze deepened, and his large hand began to roam restlessly up and down his side, caressing his wife's silky smoothness and softness.
In no time, the beast within him could no longer be suppressed. He flipped over, pinning his wife beneath him.
What followed was a process of self-discovery, during which Jiang Qingqing opened her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, Zhang Liunian successfully swallowed her words, and another blush-inducing, heart-pounding spectacle ensued.
Zhang Guihua, hearing the commotion from outside the room, sighed inwardly. Young people indeed had good stamina. She then placed the breakfast by the stove.
"Hiss!"
After the exhilarating experience, Jiang Qingqing's legs were left trembling like twisted hemp, unable to walk.
"I'm not going; you go by yourself!" Jiang Qingqing glared at Zhang Liunian, her face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. She wondered why he had suddenly become like this. When they had been intimate before, he hadn't been so impatient, nor had he acted like this...
Zhang Liunian touched his nose, feeling refreshed. "It's my fault; I lost control."
He was met with another glare from Jiang Qingqing. Feeling a little awkward, Zhang Liunian stepped forward without a word, directly scooping her up with an arm around her waist. "The auction hasn't started yet, and everyone will be seated. We'll only interact after it ends, around evening, so it won't be too tiring. If you're tired, you can rest in my arms."
Jiang Qingqing, lifted into the air, landed in her husband's embrace. Her mind involuntarily drifted back to the previous day, to those shameful actions. She had wanted to scold him but couldn't utter a word.
"Qingqing?" Zhang Guihua, carrying Shaohua, encountered this scene. She gave her eldest nephew a somewhat strange look, then left after saying, "Breakfast is ready, hurry up and eat."
Hearing this, Zhang Liunian carried his wife to the dining table and placed her directly on his lap. "Sit on me, and I'll feed you."
Seeing her husband actually intending to act, Jiang Qingqing quickly took the steamed bun and said softly, "It's not like my hands hurt."
Zhang Liunian smiled, looking at her shy demeanor, and then picked up a bun to eat as well.
After the meal, Zhang Qian drove them, and the couple sat in the back, being overly affectionate, much to Zhang Qian's chagrin of being fed so much "dog food."
"Can you walk?" Zhang Liunian asked, looking at Jiang Qingqing's unsteady steps at the entrance of the Nan City Department Store.
Jiang Qingqing gritted her teeth, "It's okay, I can manage."
But the moment she took a step, her face contorted. Zhang Liunian cursed himself for being too excessive and resolved to be more careful in the future.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Jiang Qingqing had only taken a step when she was suddenly lifted into the air again, landing in the familiar embrace. She said, both ashamed and annoyed.
Ignoring Zhang Qian's astonishment, Zhang Liunian held her and said, "If you can't walk, I'll carry you. I only want you as my companion anyway."
His words were overheard by Zhu Laosan and his group, who had just arrived.
"This is an auction, not a tea party for couples. Mind your manners and don't lower our class.
Actually, you have no class at all. You're just a country bumpkin, what do you know about these things? You probably don't even understand what I'm saying." Zhu Laosan arrived in front of Zhang Liunian and his wife, as arrogant as ever.
But the moment his gaze fell upon Jiang Qingqing in Zhang Liunian's arms, he was instantly struck by her beauty.
What a beautiful woman. Her large eyes, perfect nose, and small mouth were all precisely as he had always imagined his dream woman to be.
It was a shame that this woman was Zhang Liunian's wife, second-hand goods. He was very displeased with this fact.
Zhang Liunian felt Zhu Laosan's aggressive male gaze. He tightened his arms around his wife, hiding her in his embrace. "So it's Mr. Zhu Laosan, the boss. You're right, I am indeed a country bumpkin, and as a bumpkin, I am proud and honored. Because people like you, who consider yourselves city dwellers, owe your comfortable lives to us farmers, giving you the capital to be so arrogant.
Strictly speaking, we bumpkins are your benefactors. I wouldn't even mind if you called me 'Dad'."
"I think you're looking to die. Anyone who dares to call me, Zhu Laosan, an elder, has grass as tall as a person growing on their grave. If you truly want to be one, I'll fulfill your wish.
Also, I want to remind you that even without you bumpkins, I wouldn't starve. Because I have overseas Chinese compatriots and friendly neighboring countries, starvation is absolutely impossible."
Seeing that Zhang Liunian wasn't taking the bait and was instead counter-attacking, Zhu Laosan immediately brought up a few overseas Chinese returnees beside him to make his point.
These overseas Chinese remained silent, choosing to watch the confrontation from the sidelines.
"Is that so? Then you shouldn't eat our country's grain anymore; you can eat foreign food!" Zhang Liunian wouldn't give Zhu Laosan any leeway.
Zhu Laosan was choked with anger. He extended his hand, wanting to say something more, when he was interrupted by someone.
"What are you arguing about here? The auction is about to start; why aren't you going up?" The speaker was none other than Yan Guoguo, who had arrived with his entourage.
"Uncle Yan." Zhang Liunian heard Yan Guoguo's voice and turned to greet him.
Yan Guoguo smiled and nodded. His gaze swept over Jiang Qingqing in Zhang Liunian's arms. He was about to ask what was going on, but then he heard Jiang Qingqing softly call him "Uncle," and he dismissed the thought.
"Let's go; hurry up and get upstairs!" Someone in the crowd spoke up, and then everyone rushed upstairs.
Zhang Liunian and Yan Guoguo lagged behind, while Zhu Laosan and his group were ahead of them.
"Boss Zhu, are you sure Tie Feimu, a place as small as that, will really have it? Don't lie to me."
Walking behind Zhu Laosan, Zhang Liunian suddenly heard an overseas Chinese say this. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and a sense of déjà vu washed over him.
Tie Feimu. The name sounded strangely familiar. Had he heard it somewhere before? But where?
After thinking long and hard, a flash of inspiration struck him. He finally remembered where he had heard the name, and he also knew that such a thing was priceless to those who believed in certain things.
"Don't worry, you'll see it when you leave," Zhu Laosan said, glancing back at Zhang Liunian, his eyes quickly flicking away, as if afraid of attracting Zhang Liunian's attention.