Zhang Liunian happened to be passing by and still heard the apology. He turned and saw Zhang Liuyu walking out with his luggage. His expression immediately shifted, showing no particular emotion.
"Liunian, are you alright!"
"Liunian, you're back. Everyone knows what happened. Your third uncle and third aunt were truly going too far."
"Liunian, don't be afraid. The village secretary and the others have already taken them for re-education. They won't dare to lay a hand on you again."
"Liunian, when you're out, you should bring more people. You must be careful."
"Yes, Liunian, you must be careful. We're all waiting for you to lead us to a better life!"
"..."
As soon as he entered the village, Zhao Zhijie saw the villagers rush forward, surrounding Zhang Liunian, all of them pouring out their concern in a torrent of words.
Seeing this scene, he found it quite novel and somewhat understood why Zhang Liunian wanted to set up a factory in the village.
"Thank you all for your concern. I will be careful from now on." Zhang Liunian got off the tractor as he saw everyone's concern.
Zhao Zhijie followed suit and got out of the car.
When the villagers noticed him, they immediately started asking who he was.
"Liunian, who is this?"
"Is Liunian bringing a friend home?"
Seeing them ask about Zhao Zhijie, Zhang Liunian had to introduce him. "Uncles and aunts, this is someone I've acknowledged as an uncle. He's come to visit."
When the villagers heard this was the uncle who had gifted Zhang Liunian a motorcycle, their eyes widened, and they began to size up Zhao Zhijie.
He wore worker's attire and was burly. Judging solely by his appearance, one wouldn't guess he was such a generous person!
Zhang Liunian didn't linger to chat. He bid farewell to everyone and headed home.
However, as he passed Zhang Liuhuo's house, he ran into Zhang Hao and his group coming out of Zhang Liuhuo's residence.
"From now on, I'll have them come to your door daily for re-education. You'd best know your place."
Zhang Hao dropped this remark and walked out of Zhang Liuhuo's house. The moment he turned, he met Zhang Liunian's gaze. His unpleasant expression vanished instantly, and he walked over, saying, "Liunian, are you alright!"
Zhang Liunian smiled. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Uncle Hao."
"It's good that you're fine, good that you're fine."
As if relieved, Zhang Hao pulled Zhang Liunian aside and said, "Be careful of Liuhuo. He's acting strangely, with a sinister look in his eyes."
"..." Zhang Liuhuo still hadn't been arrested? Zhang Liunian was surprised. "Who was arrested today?"
"Your third aunt. She claims it was all her idea. Don't worry, I'll have people keep an eye on Liuhuo from now on. You also need to be careful about your safety."
Good job, letting his mother take the blame, Zhang Liunian sneered inwardly but showed no emotion on his face. "I will."
"Just remember that. Your safety is paramount. I won't say more, I'm heading back."
"Take care, Uncle Hao."
After seeing them off, Zhang Liunian took Zhao Zhijie home. "This is my home."
Zhao Zhijie frowned as he looked at the dilapidated mud house. Such mud houses seemed unable to withstand wind and rain. It was not safe for his godson's family to live in such a place.
"This house doesn't look safe!" Zhao Zhijie exclaimed, holding the things he had brought.
Zhang Liunian replied with a smile, "Yes, we're moving elsewhere in the next couple of days. This place will be demolished and rebuilt then."
Zhao Zhijie nodded and entered the house, where he saw Huabao playing with the little yellow chick.
"Huabao, what are you doing?" Zhao Zhijie was very fond of the well-behaved and sensible Huabao and crouched beside her to ask.
Huabao was using a comb to groom the little chick. She lifted her innocent face and said earnestly, "I'm combing the chick's hair. They're too clumsy to comb it themselves."
"..." Zhao Zhijie couldn't help but chuckle.
Even Zhang Liunian, upon hearing his daughter's words, stifled a silent laugh. Huabao was too adorable.
Just then, Jiang Qingqing, having heard the voices, rushed out from the kitchen. She hurried to Zhang Liunian's side and felt him all over. "I heard you were robbed. Are you alright!"
As she spoke, she checked him from head to toe. Zhang Liunian felt a surge of blood from her touch and quickly pulled her into the house, closing the door and pinning her against the mud wall. "I'm fine."
Jiang Qingqing, not yet finished, pouted upon hearing this, holding back tears. "I need to check again to believe you're really okay."
Heaven knows how she felt when she heard her man had encountered robbers. She was truly terrified that something might happen to him. Now that she saw him in front of her, her heart began to settle.
Zhang Liunian smiled, then reached to open his shirt, revealing his strong, firm, and muscular chest. "See, I'm really fine."
"..." Jiang Qingqing was taken aback by his actions. She felt something was off about his behavior just now. However, recalling what she had just heard, she put aside her wild thoughts and began to search for any injuries, inch by inch.
Her gaze slowly moved down from his neck, past his chest and abdomen. Her eyes felt as if they had been burned by something, and she looked up, giving her husband a shy, water-like glare.
What time was it? He actually still had desires. Jiang Qingqing felt a bit unnatural, her small face blushing like a little apple.
Zhang Liunian's gaze was fixed on her face, but upon seeing his wife's seven-month-old belly, he could only restrain himself.
Wait a little longer, just wait until the little one is born, and then he could do this and that.
No, thinking about it made him even more uncomfortable. He couldn't think about it anymore.
Collecting his thoughts, Zhang Liunian noticed his wife had moved behind him. She lifted his shirt, her small hands continuing to search inch by inch, as if afraid of missing even a single wound. Where her small hand touched, a tremor ran through her.
As Jiang Qingqing continued her search, she noticed something was wrong. Why were the muscles beneath her hands becoming harder and harder, like stone?
She came back to face her husband and saw sweat on his forehead and an expression of forbearance. She blinked her large eyes, not quite understanding.
This...
Seeing this, Zhang Liunian decided he could no longer hold back. He pulled his wife into his arms, his head suddenly pressing down to cover her slightly parted lips. Upon touching what he desired, his soul let out a sigh of satisfaction. Then, his large hand tightened slightly, continuing its advance.
"Mmm!" After a long while, Jiang Qingqing reached out and patted her husband. She could barely catch her breath.
Zhang Liunian, realizing she had made the same mistake again, smiled dotingly and released her. "Still haven't learned to breathe?"
"Do I even get a chance to breathe?" Honestly, the moment he caught her, he launched into an urgent assault. She didn't have any opportunity to catch her breath, did she? Jiang Qingqing glared at her husband, her face flushed with embarrassment.
This glare was full of charm and made Zhang Liunian's heart itch unbearably. He leaned forward to embrace his wife and wanted to kiss her again.
Before he could succeed, Jiang Qingqing blocked his lips with her hand. "Uncle Zhao is waiting for us to eat!"
If this continued, lunch would definitely turn into dinner.
Reminded by his wife, Zhang Liunian finally remembered this matter. He let go awkwardly, buttoned his shirt in an orderly fashion, presenting a picture of noble composure.