A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Peng Wanzhou was not a virgin; he had been married and knew what a woman's body was like.

At this moment, even though he desperately tried to stop himself from having wild thoughts, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

He only snapped out of his daze when he heard Shang Hua say "It's done" from behind. He was already drenched in sweat and quickly took off his shirt and clutched it in his hand.

"Where's the first-aid kit?"

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his clothes, Shang Hua asked.

Peng Wanzhou didn't have a first-aid kit; he only had a bottle of mercurochrome, which he rarely used. For him, minor injuries were as good as no injuries at all.

However, he still managed to find the mercurochrome.

"I can apply it myself in a bit. Let me take you home first, it's late," Peng Wanzhou advised.

Shanghua insisted on applying the medicine for him; she wasn't the kind of person who didn't know how to be grateful.

"I don't care about the rest, but you have abrasions on your back and can't reach, so I'll help you."

As she spoke, she glanced curiously at the clothes in Peng Wanzhou's hand and reminded him, "Put the clothes down and take off your vest."

Peng Wanzhou awkwardly turned his back, took off his vest, and clutched it tightly along with his clothes, placing it on his lap.

Shang Hua chuckled: "You're still reluctant to put your clothes down? Since you have abrasions on your back, your clothes might even have cuts. Give them to me, let me take a look. If they can be mended, I'll mend them for you after I apply the medicine."

"Huh? Oh...oh..." Peng Wanzhou mumbled a response, but remained motionless.

Shang Hua frowned. This person has always been quite decisive, so why is he being so sticky now?

Shang Hua disliked this kind of personality, so seeing him like this, she stopped urging him, filled some water to clean his wounds, and then applied red medicine to them.

As soon as she applied the ointment, the muscles in Peng Wanzhou's back twitched, visibly tensing to the point of bursting.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?" Shang Hua asked, frowning.

Peng Wanzhou's mind was buzzing, and he was trying hard to control himself and ignore his body's reaction. He didn't hear what she said at all and just gave a random reply.

Shang Hua was somewhat worried.

The scratch looks like a minor injury, but it hurts so much. Could there be internal injury?

"Don't move, let me check," she said, and then reached out and pressed around the injury.

Peng Wanzhou felt a ringing in his ears and involuntarily hummed a sound.

"Does it hurt that much?" Shang Hua frowned and subconsciously blew on it twice.

Then a muffled groan was heard, and Peng Wanzhou leaned forward, arching his back.

Shang Hua: "..."

She was no longer young, and had spent some sweet days with Ge Jiangtao. This commotion made her realize something instantly, and her face, ears, and neck turned red in an instant.

She straightened up abruptly, slammed the bottle of mercurochrome on the table, and said, "You can apply the rest yourself!"

"Okay!" Peng Wanzhou quickly went to get the red medicine bottle, thinking he should finish applying it as soon as possible and send the person away.

It's really... a man and a woman alone together.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached for the red medicine bottle, Shang Hua yanked the clothes off his leg.

"Let me see the clothes, if there are any..."

The sound stopped, and Shang Hua's gaze wandered, unsure of where to look.

She suddenly understood why Peng Wanzhou had been clutching his clothes so tightly; otherwise, that huge lump...

The air suddenly became thin, and Shang Hua felt the clothes in her hands become hot to the touch.

The thought of where the clothes had just been covering me made me feel conflicted – I didn't know whether to pick them up or throw them away.

Peng Wanzhou was so flustered that he bent over and hunched over, trying to cover it up.

Realizing his efforts were futile, he blushed and stammered, "Comrade Shang, Shang Hua, please don't misunderstand, I, I..."

"I'm going back now!" Shang Hua hurriedly interrupted him, turned around and ran away.

If we don't leave soon, I feel like something bad is going to happen.

Peng Wanzhou was afraid something might happen to her and wanted to chase after her to see her off, but now that he was acting this way, it seemed like he was the one who frightened her, so he didn't dare to chase after her anymore.

Shang Hua ran very fast, and ran all the way home in one breath, panting heavily.

Ren Zhen, who had been anxiously waiting for her, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her return: "Why are you so late? Huh? Whose clothes are you carrying?"

Shang Hua looked down and was so startled that she cried out "Ah!" and dropped the clothes in her hand to the ground.

Ren Zhen walked over, puzzled, to pick it up, but Shang Hua realized what was happening and quickly bent down to pick it up, stammering, "It's...it's Peng Wanzhou's. It was cold at night, and he lent it to me because he was worried I'd catch a cold..."

"Mom, I'm exhausted after a long day. I don't want to say anything right now, I just want to rest. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

After saying that, he grabbed his clothes, lowered his head, and quickly ran back to his room.

Ren Zhen waved the palm-leaf fan in her hand twice, puzzled: "Cold? Are you confused?"

An unsettling night passed.

When Zhuang Qingxiang woke up, Lu Congyue had already bought breakfast.

As Zhuang Qingxiang dressed the two children, she asked, "What are the plans for today?"

"The people from my workplace are probably arriving tomorrow, so I was thinking of taking you and the kids for a stroll around the city today," Lu Congyue replied.

"I think you should go to Chief Shang's house again. I feel like that guy surnamed Ge won't just let it go like that."

"Yeah, I really need to go. I still owe Sister Shang money, and yesterday was so chaotic, I forgot." Lu Congyue scratched his head. "Are you and the kids coming with me?"

"We won't go." Zhuang Qingxiang didn't want to go, mainly because taking three children would be too much trouble for others.

Lu Congyue didn't insist: "Then you and the kids can wander around the neighborhood. I'll be back in an hour at most."

Zhuang Qingxiang glanced at him and suddenly joked, "Don't let yourself be kept as a live-in son-in-law."

"Dad? You're going to be a live-in son-in-law?" Little Lu Yue stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"Don't listen to your mother's nonsense," Lu Congyue quickly said. "My mother and I are both married, so I can't be a live-in son-in-law."

He glared helplessly at Zhuang Qingxiang, who was snickering, and when the children weren't looking, he pinched her waist: "Don't make jokes like that again!"

Zhuang Qingxiang was most afraid of him touching her ticklish spots. She immediately went limp and couldn't help but laugh, which made her so angry that she slapped him twice: "Stop messing around."

"You started this, and in front of the child," Lu Congyue said, feeling wronged. "You knew I didn't mean it that way, but you still said it on purpose."

As if as punishment, his hand remained on her waist, and he made indecent advances behind her clothes.

Zhuang Qingxiang's cheeks flushed red, as if she had applied rouge, and she pleaded in a low voice, "I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again."

She spoke softly and couldn't help but lean against Lu Congyue.

Lu Congyue's palms gradually grew hot as he watched Lu Yue diligently feeding her two younger brothers. He gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "I'll make you apologize properly tonight!"

After saying that, he took his hand out; if he continued, it wouldn't be punishing her, but punishing himself.

After the family finished breakfast, Lu Congyue tidied up and then took the money to the military compound.

Zhuang Qingxiang strolled around the neighborhood with her three children. The unfamiliar city made everything seem new and exciting, but unfortunately, all her national food coupons and other ration coupons were in Lu Congyue's hands. She didn't have any local coupons, so even if she had money, she couldn't buy anything.

When Lu Congyue arrived at the Shang family home, Shang Jianjun and Ren Zhen had already gone to work.

Shang Hua and Shang Jiang, the siblings, were eating breakfast, both looking listless.