Hiss!
Is this really Zhang Ting, the educated youth who came to the countryside that Zhao Dachuan remembers? Back in the day, Zhang Ting was a woman who guarded her virtue like a treasure. How could she have become so wanton after only a few years of marriage?
Facing the prospect of being completely consumed, there was no way Zhao Dachuan would surrender to a pretty widow like Zhang Ting. Besides, having inherited the powerful abilities of the True Dragon Immortal, he was the one destined to conquer women, not the other way around.
With that thought, Zhao Dachuan reached out, grabbed the hand that had been cupping his chin, and pinned Zhang Ting against the wall.
"You want me to marry you? Fine, I'll marry you! But let me tell you, I’m quite formidable in bed—I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it!"
Zhao Dachuan leaned in close to Zhang Ting’s ear, teasing her. As he spoke, his restless eyes swept back and forth over her graceful, curvaceous figure.
That aggressive gaze made Zhang Ting falter instantly. Meeting his eyes, she surrendered and pleaded, "Alright, alright! Zhao Dachuan, I was just playing with you!"
Feeling the surge of masculine hormones emanating from Zhao Dachuan, Zhang Ting felt an itch deep inside. Her years of widowhood had left her far too suppressed. A fire seemed to be burning within her, her body began to go limp, and she could barely stand steady.
Seeing Zhang Ting in such a state, there was no way Zhao Dachuan would let her off so easily. He traced circles on the palm of her hand with his finger, continuing to provoke her:
"I don't care if you were playing or not. I’m taking it seriously—from now on, you’re my wife!"
"How can you force a deal like this? I don't agree!"
Zhang Ting was overcome with bashful indignation, struggling against him. But Zhao Dachuan wasn't about to let her go that easily; he used one hand to lift her chin, preparing to tease her further.
However, just then, a fat man walked in, followed by two underlings carrying bags of pig feed.
"My lovely Tingting! I’m here! I’ve come to pay the deposit! From this day forward, you are my wife..."
He stopped mid-sentence. He stood frozen in his tracks, completely stunned.From his angle, he could see Zhao Dachuan and Zhang Ting in the middle of a kiss.
How absolutely explosive!
He thought of all the schemes and tricks he had used to pursue this pretty widow, Zhang Ting.
He had even mixed some "slimming powder" into her pig feed, ensuring that the pigs Zhang Ting raised wouldn't gain any weight, despite eating more and more.
It left Zhang Ting baffled as to what had gone wrong. She was raising nearly a hundred pigs and had even hired two workers, but because the cost of the pig feed kept rising, it exceeded her budget, forcing her to buy on credit.
As a result, her debt grew larger and larger, reaching nearly sixty thousand yuan.
The fat man had used this to coerce Zhang Ting into becoming his wife.
"Zhang Ting! What do you think you’re doing!? You are my wife! How dare you cheat on me!!"
The fat man let out a howl like a slaughtered pig.
The shout wasn't deafening, but it was loud enough to give a real start to Zhang Ting, who was in the middle of being flirted with by Zhao Dachuan. She cried out in surprise:
"Zhu Dapang, the pig feed guy!! What are you doing here!?"
"What am I doing here!? You’re behind my back kissing that idiot Dachuan! If I hadn't shown up, you two would probably be heading to bed together by now!"
Zhu Dapang felt as though he were wearing a cuckold’s cap; his entire face had turned green.
Zhang Ting found it ridiculous. She said, "Zhu Dapang! We were just joking around, alright? Why are you taking it so seriously!?"
"Joking!? Are you trying to scam me into marriage then!? Zhang Ting! You shameless woman! You have no face!" Zhu Dapang, stung by his own embarrassment, roared at the top of his lungs.
Seeing Zhu Dapang acting so unreasonable and persistent, Zhang Ting’s expression darkened. She said in a cold, low voice:
"Zhu Dapang! You say I’m scamming you into marriage!? Please, show me the evidence! Did I accept your bride price, or did we sign a marriage certificate!?"
"We have nothing! By what right do you call me your wife!?"
"You owe me sixty thousand yuan!!" Zhu Dapang yelled."That is a debt relationship!"
Zhang Ting laid her cards on the table. She had long been fed up with Zhu Dapang’s aggressive posturing—his obvious intent to sleep with her, the way he showered her with unwanted attention that she couldn't seem to shake off. Now, with him calling her his wife right in front of Zhao Dachuan, he had completely crossed the line.
"Fine! So it's a debt relationship! The sixty thousand you owe me—pay it back right now! Otherwise, you’re coming back with me to be my wife!"
Zhu Dapang was obsessed to the point of madness, using the debt as a direct threat. Zhang Ting was so furious that her chest began to ache. She had never encountered anyone so shameless. Zhu Dapang had truly redefined her understanding of a gold-digger.
Seeing that Zhang Ting was being misunderstood, Zhao Dachuan spoke up, his tone half-serious, half-casual. "Zhu Dapang, my relationship with Zhang Ting isn't what you think. Something got into her eye, and I was just helping her blow it out."
After all, Zhang Ting did owe the man money. She was at a disadvantage here, and Zhao Dachuan was merely trying to de-escalate the situation before things spiraled out of control.
But Zhu Dapang, already feeling as though he were being cuckolded, wasn't about to listen. Seeing Zhao Dachuan speak up for her made his head throb with rage.
"Shut your mouth, you idiot Dachuan! You two, go and take him down! I’m going to break his legs!" Zhu Dapang shouted, gesturing to his two lackeys. "Hmph! You fool! Once I’ve crippled you, let’s see you jump around in front of me again!"
Zhu Dapang ordered his two subordinates to teach Zhao Dachuan a lesson. They still didn't know that Zhao Dachuan was no longer slow-witted, so they looked at him with nothing but contempt, rolling up their sleeves and swinging their fists at him.
They were aggressive, but they didn't realize that in Zhao Dachuan’s eyes, their fierce punches appeared like a lagging slide show, slowed down a thousand times over. Zhao Dachuan dodged with ease and threw two punches of his own, sending them both crashing to the ground.
"Ouch! Isn't he an idiot!? How is his reaction time so fast!?"
"It hurts! It hurts so much! I... urgh..."
The two lackeys were in such agony that they began to retch bile. Even Zhao Dachuan was shocked. These two brutes could carry three or four hundred pounds of pig feed with ease, yet he had floored them with a single blow each.
"Y-y-you..."
Zhu Dapang was dumbfounded; his massive frame nearly collapsed from sheer terror. Beside them, Zhang Ting’s eyes widened in surprise. At the same time, deep in her heart, she felt a sudden rush of attraction for Zhao Dachuan; her heart began to race. Any woman, even a widow like herself, found a hero saving the day to be deeply moving.
Zhao Dachuan stepped toward Zhu Dapang, intending to warn him against using the debt to force Zhang Ting into marriage. Such predatory tactics were neither legal nor right.
Zhu Dapang, terrified by Zhao Dachuan’s imposing presence, shrieked in panic, "Zhao Dachuan! W-what are you doing!? Don't come any closer!"
"I don't want to do anything! I just want to have a word with you! Forcing a marriage over a debt is unacceptable..."
Before Zhao Dachuan could finish, he was interrupted. The worker Zhang Ting had hired to help with the pig feed came sprinting over, breathless. "Bad news, boss! All the pigs in the pen have collapsed and are foaming at the mouth!"
Zhang Ting’s face went deathly pale the moment she heard this. "What!? All one hundred pigs are sick!?"
"Quick, take me there to see!"