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

As Peng Wanzhou spoke, he stepped in front of Shang Hua.

The two were ridiculously close. Shang Hua continued to back away, but the single bed blocked his legs, and he almost fell backward.

Just as I was about to yell at him to get out of the way, I saw him raise his hand and take off his clothes.

He didn't even unbutton his shirt; he just took it off in one go, revealing his firm and muscular chest.

Shang Hua's face flushed red instantly.

"Peng Wanzhou, why are you taking off your clothes?"

Peng Wanzhou's ears also turned bright red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Didn't you say that you can do it whenever you need it...? I have it now!"

Shang Hua's face flushed red, and she said angrily, "Don't do anything reckless! That's not what I meant... No, I'm talking to you about our marriage... Ah..."

With a gasp, she was pinned to the bed by Peng Wanzhou.

The man's heat was palpable even through his clothes. She struggled a few times, but only received suppressed low moans from him.

Shang Hua's bones went limp. He remembered yesterday in his room, when the two of them were suppressing their urges to make a sound, he had also been moaning softly like that, and neither of them had been satisfied.

My hand instinctively reached out and hugged it.

Peng Wanzhou's eyes lit up slightly, and he lowered his head to gently bite her ear: "You're older than me, and you're from the city, so you know more than me. Why don't you come?"

Shang Hua wanted to say that he didn't know much either, but then he realized that he had been the one teaching him for the past two days...

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't push him away, so she simply hooked her arm around him and kissed him.

Shang Hua thought to himself that he must be crazy. He was already thirty-five or thirty-six years old, yet his self-control was so poor that he was like a piece of tofu.

My waist goes weak whenever this man, who is five years younger than me, touches me.

Perhaps it was because she had taught him well these past two days, the young man quickly retaliated, kissing her until she was dizzy and letting him do unspeakable things to her.

But then, at the most crucial moment, he stopped, leaned close to her ear, panting heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ahua, I'm a very conservative person. I'm already yours. You can't shirk your responsibility to me..."

Shang Hua was not listening to anything he was saying at the moment, and protested by twisting her waist and groaning.

Large beads of sweat dripped from Peng Wanzhou's forehead. He held them back tightly and groaned, "Sister, if you don't take responsibility, I can't continue. That would be a crime... Sister, promise me you'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow, okay? If you promise, I'll give it to you."

After a few moments of this, Shanghua couldn't take it anymore and bit his shoulder, sobbing, "I promise, sob... I promise everything..."

Peng Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief and picked her up: "Sister, teach me."

Around 10 p.m., Shang Hua walked home feeling guilty, with Peng Wanzhou following her and helping her up every now and then.

Shang Hua hadn't eaten dinner and had been dealing with Peng Wanzhou for so long, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.

Just now, in that small dormitory, she was captivated by his good looks and promised countless times that she would take responsibility for him and get a marriage certificate with him.

He even wrote a guarantee with trembling hands.

Good heavens, she must not have been herself back then. How could she be so easily swayed by a little man?

Growing angrier by the thought, Shang Hua abruptly shook off Peng Wanzhou's hand: "Don't touch me!"

The next second, Peng Wanzhou let go and darted away from her side.

"Aunt Ren, are you worried about Ahua coming out to pick her up?"

Shang Hua gasped and rushed forward, calling out, "Mom, why are you out so late?"

Ren Zhen glared at her: "You know it's so late? Then why aren't you home yet?"

He paused, then said with dissatisfaction, "Even if we're getting married, it can't be like this..."

"Aunt Ren," Peng Wanzhou interrupted him, his tone aggrieved, "It's because Ahua and I didn't discuss the marriage properly, and by the time we did, it was too late..."

Ren Zhen immediately sensed something was wrong and asked, "Didn't you already discuss the marriage? Is there anything you haven't discussed?"

Peng Wanzhou: "Ahua changed his mind again, saying he didn't want to take responsibility for me..."

"Peng Wanzhou!" Shang Hua exclaimed in shock, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Shanghua!" Ren Zhen reacted even more strongly than her. "Is what Xiao Peng said true? You've changed your mind again? You don't want to marry him anymore? You, you bastard, come home with me right now!"

She reached out and grabbed Shang Hua's ear, clearly furious.

Peng Wanzhou quickly stopped her: "Aunt Ren, don't worry, I've already talked her through. She's agreed to get the marriage certificate with me tomorrow as originally planned, and she won't go back on her word."

He urged Shanghua again, "Ahua, tell Aunt Ren quickly, right?"

Shang Hua: "..." How come she didn't realize Peng Wanzhou was such a cunning person before?

Who exactly is this person who just kept saying I'm from the countryside, that I'm honest, that I'm law-abiding, that I'm conservative...?

Ren Zhen glared at Shang Hua with fury: "Tell me honestly, what exactly did you decide?"

Although the question was phrased this way, the tone was clear: If you dare say you won't get married, then you'll see!

Shang Hua was discouraged, unable to understand where he had gone wrong, or how Zhuang Qingxiang had managed to do it...

After a long pause, she pursed her lips and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility. I will go with Peng Wanzhou to get our marriage certificate first thing tomorrow morning."

Ren Zhen and Peng Wanzhou both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Peng Wanzhou was truly relieved this time, and looked at Shang Hua with a smug smile: "I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning, and we'll go together."

"I know, you should go back now," Shang Hua said, urging him to leave.

Ren Zhen was furious. After everyone left, she pulled Shang Hua back, saying, "You'd better treat Xiao Peng better in the future. The way you treated him just now, like you were shooing away flies... Let me tell you, Xiao Peng is five years younger than you, and he's an honest kid. Don't let him down!"

I got scolded by my mom, and when I got home, I got scolded by my dad.

After finally getting back to her room, Shang Hua lay down, rubbing her aching back, and decided to just accept her fate.

They wanted recognition, so we gave it to them. If things don't work out later, we can always get a divorce.

What's the difference between getting divorced once and getting divorced twice?

Thinking this, she slept until dawn. Before she had even finished breakfast, Peng Wanzhou arrived impatiently, riding a borrowed bicycle, wanting to take her to get their marriage certificate.

Ren Zhen looked at her son-in-law and became more and more satisfied.

Both being soldiers from rural areas, Peng Wanzhou just looked more pleasing to the eye than Ge Jiangtao.

"Go on, after you get your marriage certificate, go shopping and buy whatever you want. I've given Ahua the money and tickets. Come back early this afternoon, some of your dad's old colleagues and the Yue family are coming for the wedding banquet."

"Okay, Mom!" Peng Wanzhou replied in a clear and crisp voice.

Ren Zhen was so pleased by the word "Mom" that her lips almost curled into a smile.

Shang Jiang was furious and slammed his chopsticks down.

It's infuriating! Peng Wanzhou is younger than him, but now he's his brother-in-law, and he's suddenly seen as inferior!

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to his little tantrum. He even got slapped on the back of the head by his mother for throwing his chopsticks.

Shang finished his meal and stormed out the door.