“Flush the dirty thoughts out of your head,” Chi Yue reminded her.  

“Flush, flush, flush—beep beep, backing up!”  

Chi Yue: “…”  

“This braised pork smells amazing,” Wen Tang said, stuffing another piece into her mouth.  

“What are you eating?” she asked Chi Yue.  

“Lin Jingshen went to get some for me. He’s not back yet.”  

Speak of the devil.  

Lin Jingshen arrived, carrying a bowl of braised pork and a bottle of erguotou liquor.  

“Xiao Yue, liquor and meat.”  

“Do you want to sit on the bed to eat, or…?”  

Chi Yue shifted away from the wall. “The table is fine.”  

Lin Jingshen placed the meat in front of Chi Yue and picked up the liquor bottle. “This is a new bottle. Let me open it for you.”  

“If you can’t finish it, you can just leave the rest,” he said, then immediately blushed, afraid Chi Yue would think he was being stingy. He quickly added, his face still red, “But it’s fine if you finish it all. My… my mom likes girls who can hold their liquor.”  

Chi Yue looked at his flushed face and couldn’t help teasing, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll get drunk?”  

Lin Jingshen didn’t catch the underlying meaning of her words. Thinking she was worried about getting drunk, he replied considerately, “If you get drunk, just go to bed first. You don’t have to worry about anything outside.”  

Chi Yue: “…”  

She was the one with a dirty mind—she’d been thinking about drunken escapades.  

Seeing that Chi Yue had fallen silent, Lin Jingshen said, “Then you eat first. I’ll go outside to tend to the guests.”  

With that, he left, his steps a little unsteady.  

Lin Jingshen always felt like he wasn’t performing well enough in front of his wife, that he wasn’t taking care of her properly.  

His mother often called him dull and said that if she hadn’t arranged his marriage early, he’d never have found a wife.  

Lin Jingshen was starting to believe it.  

He stumbled away.  

As soon as he left, Chi Yue immediately grabbed her bowl and rushed back to the wall. “Gah gah gah!!”  

“I’m here, I’m here!” Wen Tang was crouched by the wall, nearly finished with her own bowl of braised pork.  

Chi Yue stuffed a piece of pork into her mouth. She was genuinely starving—if she didn’t eat soon, she wouldn’t even be able to stay crouched.  

She’d really pass out from hunger.  

After swallowing the pork, Chi Yue blurted out, “Tangtang, it’s over. I’ve actually met a pure, innocent puppy-dog type.”  

“It’s over. I’m going to abandon you and dive headfirst into love.”  

Wen Tang swallowed her pork and asked matter-of-factly, “Is your love river big?”  

“If it is, I want to swim in it too.”  

Then she said, exasperated, “Girl, can you please wake up?”  

“Remember what kind of characters we’ve transmigrated into?”  

“Cannon fodder side characters!”  

“The kind who get blasted to smithereens!”  

“That man of yours might be pure and puppy-dog now, but when he meets the true heroine Luo Qiao in the future, he’ll be the one to drive you to jump into a river with your own daughter.”  

“Gulp.” Chi Yue was so terrified she swallowed a large piece of braised pork without even chewing.  

“Stop talking, I’m awake now.”  

“Even though he’s exactly my type, don’t worry—once I’m full, I’ll dig out that part of my heart.”  

“From now on, I’ll be heartless. Let’s see who can break through my defenses then.”  

“Eat!” Chi Yue raised a piece of pork toward the wall as if toasting.  

On the other side, Wen Tang also raised her meat. “Cheers to meat!”  

“Cheers to meat!”  

“Burp!”  

“Burp!”  

“But don’t be scared. Whether it’s the true rich girl or the fake one, with me around, I’ll bulldoze them all.”  

“Tonight, we feast.”  

“Burp.” Chi Yue rubbed her stomach. “Didn’t we just eat a bowl of meat? You can still eat more?”  

“This ‘meat’ isn’t the same as that ‘meat.’”

“Hmm?”  

“You mean you haven’t thought about tonight at all?” Wen Tang asked.  

“Haven’t you noticed? This is a wedding banquet, and it’s our own.”  

“Tonight is literally our wedding night.”  

On the other side of the wall, Chi Yue smacked her forehead. “I really hadn’t thought about that.”  

“So… are we doing it?”  

“Sure, he’s my type anyway—no loss here,” Chi Yue didn’t object.  

Then she remembered something. “What about you and that Gu Yanli?”  

“Any feelings?”  

“I remember he should be your type too—a cold, handsome guy.”  

“Is he just cold?” Wen Tang said.  

Chi Yue: “…”  

Alright, pretty icy.  

But Chi Yue knew how to comfort people. “Don’t worry, in this era, rural areas don’t have air conditioning. You’ll appreciate him more in the summer.”  

Wen Tang’s lips twitched. “You really know how to cheer someone up.”  

“Just being polite.”  

“And your man definitely has an eight-pack,” Chi Yue added.  

Wen Tang also swallowed hard. “I can see that.”  

“So no loss in sleeping with him.”  

“Then… sleep?”  

“But what do we do after?” Chi Yue asked again.  

“After…”  

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. If there’s a man tonight, enjoy him tonight. If the love fades tomorrow, I’ll just start my own fish pond.”  

“Gege (big brother)…” Wen Tang had just finished saying “fish pond” when Gu Yanli pushed the door open.  

She had no idea how much he’d heard. To avoid becoming the “scheming ex-wife” from the novel right away, Wen Tang decisively sweetened her tone, trying her best to act like a gentle and well-behaved girl.  

Gu Yanli’s grip on the bowl tightened. He had only come in to fetch it.  

He nodded and turned to leave, but at the door, he paused and said, “The brigade’s fish pond isn’t allowed for private contract.”  

Next door, Chi Yue was rubbing nonexistent goosebumps off her arms.  

Gege~ she mimicked silently, fully aware of how exaggerated Wen Tang’s voice had been.  

“Yueyue, don’t you feel a little sleepy?” Wen Tang asked after Gu Yanli left.  

Chi Yue, still rubbing her arm, replied, “Gege~, I am kinda sleepy too.”  

Wen Tang wasn’t oblivious to her teasing, but Chi Yue’s jokes were no match for her thick skin. So Wen Tang calmly pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. “If little sister is sleepy, then big brother will sleep with you.”  

And with that, both of them fell asleep.  

When they woke up again, it was because they were being crushed.  

Gu Yanli had drunk too much. Lin Jingshen had also drunk too much.  

The difference was, Gu Yanli wasn’t drunk despite drinking a lot.  

Lin Jingshen, however, was wasted.  

On the other side of the wall, he clung to Chi Yue, mumbling, “Wife, wife…”  

Gu Yanli’s large hands roamed over Wen Tang’s body as he thought to himself that tomorrow, he’d find a needle and sew his nephew’s mouth shut.  

Right now, it was just a passing thought. But soon, he’d be tempted to act on it.  

The sensation of those broad hands moving over her body set Wen Tang’s skin on fire.  

When she opened her eyes and met that cold, handsome face, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.  

The next second, she wasn’t just swallowing saliva—she was eating it, because the man lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.  

Operating on the principle of “no losses,” Wen Tang let her own hands wander over his body.  

If her mouth hadn’t been occupied, she would’ve “quacked” triumphantly at the wall to announce: Yes, this man really does have an eight-pack—and it’s rock-solid.

One touch was enough to tell it was earned through real training, not protein shakes.  

And there was also…  

The tip of his heart felt as though it were being pinched, and Gu Yanli’s spine went numb.  

Damn enchantress, he cursed inwardly, wanting nothing more than to devour her whole.  

What made his back tingle even more was Wen Tang actively wrapping her legs around his waist.  

At first, Wen Tang was bold—after all, she’d been lusting after those abs!  

But soon, her courage faltered.  

Because the man’s… assets were too formidable.