Zhou Ger was speechless when he heard Fang Zichen say coldly: "Still be careful? Be careful my ass! The one who should be careful is her! The last person who dared to drug me now has grave grass three meters high! That damned bitch wanted to force herself on me. If I don't make her sit in that jail cell until it wears out, I won't be surnamed Fang!"
He spoke through gritted teeth, as if if Lianniang were standing by the bed right now, he could bounce up and give her two big slaps.
Dammit!!
She had nearly made him impotent and ended his family line. That in itself was a grave offense. But if he truly became impotent, Zhao Ger would never experience marital bliss again for decades to come. If their marital life became inharmonious, he would surely become depressed and gloomy, and might even abandon him to seek a new lover. Of course, that last possibility was rather unlikely. Even if he were truly impotent, that would be his only shortcoming. Trying to find someone more outstanding than him in the village would be as futile as searching for a louse on a monk's head—simply impossible.
On a small scale, Lianniang had harmed him.
On a larger scale, she had harmed him and Zhao Ger.
On an even larger scale, she had indirectly harmed an entire family.
Her crime was unforgivable.
If he didn't take revenge, he would die with everlasting regret.
His laugh was creepy; even Aunt Liu felt a little cold: "Which family's young lady is the other party?"
Fang Zichen was in no mood to be polite when mentioning Lianniang: "That old bastard Landlord Jia's!"
Aunt Liu frowned and said: "That might be a bit difficult."
Landlord's family was wealthy. It would probably be difficult for Fang Zichen to have Lianniang imprisoned. Even if he managed it, Landlord Jia could pull some strings, and Lianniang wouldn't suffer much.
"Difficult or not, it makes no difference to me." Fang Zichen, who after all came from a wealthy family, saw right through Lianniang's scheme. "Why did she dare to drug me? It's because she thinks her family's bit of broken silver means she can run amok without regard for the law. She believes she can bear any consequence. Well, I'm going to find out if she can really bear them all."
After dinner, back in their room, Zhao Ger took out Li Yisheng's letter.
"What does it say?" Fang Zichen asked.
"It's for you. I didn't open it!" Zhao Ger said.
Fang Zichen glared at him: "What's yours or mine? We're an old married couple, we've even broken who knows how many beds together, and you're still saying such distant things to me."
Zhao Ger smiled and was about to sit next to him when Fang Zichen added: "We husband and wife are one. What's yours is mine, and what's mine..." He paused, seeing Zhao Ger look over, and raised an eyebrow, laughing recklessly: "Is still mine!"
Zhao Ger: "..."
Zhao Ger still couldn't help but punch him.
Li Yisheng didn't have many friends. After hanging out with Fang Zichen for a couple of days, perhaps because their personalities were similar, the two of them hit it off immediately, feeling as if they'd found a kindred spirit they should have met long ago.
He had sent three entire letters.
The letter was largely a rambling affair. The first half consisted almost entirely of him singing his own praises. It was only midway through that he got to the point, lamenting that in these times, societal morals were in decline and people's hearts were no longer pure. It was then that he revealed, with apparent shock, that the little fatty, Xie Xiaoyu, actually harbored improper intentions toward him.
He had grown increasingly handsome and dashing over the years. This time, when Xie Xiaoyu saw him, he could no longer restrain himself. Yesterday, he asked him out. Under the moonlight, by the small river, he laid his cards on the table. Initially, he was unwilling, but Xie Xiaoyu cried and shouted, saying he would marry no one else in this life, that his heart already belonged to him. If he didn't accept him, he would never love another man in this lifetime.
After all, they were brothers who grew up together. He couldn't bear to see Xie Xiaoyu so heartbroken, so he had no choice but to accept.
Once he returned home and informed his parents, and Xie Xiaoyu broke off the engagement with Li Yixing, they would marry. He told him to prepare a congratulatory gift in advance.
Fang Zichen blinked, feeling the contents of the letter were highly exaggerated.
Although he had only met that little fatty Xie Xiaoyu briefly, the impression he gave was not of someone who would cry and beg.
The one crying and begging was probably Li Yisheng himself.
After Zhao Ger finished reading the letter with him, he said: "This is that friend you mentioned last time, the one scarier than a ghost?"
"Yeah! That's him." Fang Zichen waved the letter and snorted, "I knew it all along. Li Yisheng and that little fatty really have something going on. Damn, I truly have discerning eyes. Hmph, and he still tried to fool me, saying he was his younger brother's fiance. They say 'don't covet your brother's wife.' If he really was his brother's fiance and he still pulled this, that would be utterly despicable."
Zhao Ger swatted him: "Don't talk nonsense."
"What nonsense? It's all the truth."
"Didn't you say he's your brother? Then you shouldn't call him 'little fatty, little fatty'," Zhao Ger said. "Aren't you afraid he'll get angry if he hears?"
"I'm not stupid enough to say it to his face." Fang Zichen asked: "Where did you put that little gold lock he gave us last time?"
"I put it in the chest. Why?" Zhao Ger asked.
"Ask our son if he's going to wear it. If not, I'll take it to pawn when I have time. It should be worth over ten taels." Fang Zichen said.
Zhao Ger: "..."
A golden nest, a silver nest, is not as good as one's own doghouse.
Before, Fang Zichen complained that the bed Zhao Ger bought was too hard. But after lying on the ground in the mountains for two nights, he now felt that the bed at home was still more comfortable.
He slept soundly until daybreak. When he woke up, Zhao Ger and Guaizai were already gone.
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