Chapter 65: Is He Really a Man?

This young man had a really good physique, standing in front of her with a lean, muscular body, a narrow waist, and strong legs.

That night, she had noticed him from afar…

The men’s laughter quieted for two seconds as Qin Si’s wife lifted her head, but her eyes were downcast, intentionally or not directing her weak voice toward the man: “I twisted my ankle, it hurts a lot, I really can’t stand…”

The man leaned down, reaching out.

Qin Si’s wife’s heart tightened; before she could shyly smile and hand him her clothes, something suddenly yanked at her leg!

—It caused her body to sway violently, nearly making her fall over!

Jiang Chenyi yanked his shirt free from where she had pinned it down, frowning in annoyance, his eyes coldly glancing at her.

Why was this person so particular?

She pressed down on his shirt and wouldn’t let go, and then rubbed it in the mud, making it all dirty.

Fine, he pulled up his shirt to take a look; although it wasn’t exactly clean…

Instantly feeling disgusted, he turned around with a stern face and walked away.

Qin Si’s wife:?

Before she could even scream, she watched the tall man with a furrowed brow, his face showing an expression of anger and disdain.

Wasn’t he supposed to come and help her?

Just to take back his torn shirt??

She watched helplessly as the man walked away, just as she was about to struggle to stand up, she realized something was off.

Looking down, she realized that she had nearly fallen earlier but was saved by Pila Jiu beside her, who hadn’t let go and was still firmly holding her rear, grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth in a shy yet lewd manner…

“Get lost!” Qin Si’s wife shouted angrily, feeling embarrassed and shocked.

Was that man really a man?! How could he just look at her and walk away like that?

The men present were equally astonished.

Even Old Zhang, with his age and experience, had never seen such a wooden-headed young man.

He stared dumbfounded, tapping his pipe, squatting there watching Jiang Chenyi carry his shirt, his strong shoulders bearing the hoe as he walked back with a sullen face.

The sun had already passed the hottest part of the day.

Jiang Chenyi planned to head back early for a shower, expecting that in another hour or two, his wife would return, and he wanted to be clean and waiting for her to prepare a nice meal.

This shirt was filthy; he wanted to hide it and secretly throw it away.

Behind the old thatched cottage, near the base of the mountain, there was a shallow stream running through the woods.

The stream was very clean, but due to past incidents of deadly snake bites in the area, few people dared to come here.

Jiang Chenyi put down his hoe and looked for two clean sets of clothes to head toward the woods, while Old Zhang ambled back slowly.

He glanced at the young man and casually started a conversation: “Qin Si’s wife twisted her ankle on the left and again on the right. Why do you think it happened in your field?”

Jiang Chenyi took a couple of steps before realizing he was talking to him.

Turning his head, he asked, “Wife? Whose wife?”

Old Zhang pointed with his pipe toward that direction: “In Qin Si’s house. Oh, you know her, she’s the one with that nice figure who is quite pretty…”

The old man continued talking to himself: “Well, now she’s Qin Si’s wife, just look at that big rear; she really stands out. Now she’s a wife in several households. How could she possibly have such a big one, haha…”

The man looked at him with confusion but still kept a straight face as he walked away.

After washing off the mud from the stream and returning, feeling refreshed, his short black hair was still wet, carelessly combed back, revealing a bright and prominent forehead along with his features.

The wildness about him hadn’t changed, and he radiated a piercing aura.

Changing into clean clothes, he sniffed himself and found no trace of dirt, feeling quite satisfied.

Old Zhang was still sitting at the doorstep, chatting with passersby from time to time.

Jiang Chenyi couldn’t help but glance over.

Bending his long legs, he half-squatted at his own door and, in a low voice, tentatively asked, “Cough, you just said something about her being a wife in several households. What’s going on with that?”