Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

"Yes, we're from the same village. Since you're having such a hard time, of course I have to help you," Zhao Dazhu said.

"You...you..."

Lu Jinfeng's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Why are you crying again?" Zhao Dazhu asked with a smile, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Lü Jinfeng's face.

Lu Jinfeng sniffed and said emphatically, "Your method won't work. It's one thing if you give me money once or twice, but to keep paying me to do nothing is unacceptable! I'm not a freeloader, and I can't owe you a favor!"

"You don't need to be so polite. Actually, I'll have money soon, and I'll make a lot of money. This little bit of money will be nothing to me then..."

Before Zhao Dazhu could finish speaking, Lü Jinfeng interrupted him: "This isn't about whether you have money or not. I can't keep owing you favors! Since you said you'd take care of me, let's do it for real. I'll serve you right now!"

"No, Jin Feng, don't get agitated. I'm so much older than you, and we're from the same village. How can I let you serve me..."

Zhao Dazhu was only halfway through his sentence when Lü Jinfeng pushed him onto the bed and forcefully tore open his clothes.

"Shut up and do as I say! If you give me money and I don't do the work, isn't that the same as you giving me charity? I'm not a beggar!"

"I earn money with my body, and even if it's not honorable, I have a clear conscience! But if I take your money and do nothing, how can I sleep at night?!"

Lu Jinfeng's eyes were red and tears were still on her face, but her expression and tone were so firm that she didn't give Zhao Dazhu a chance to argue.

Zhao Dazhu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late to say anything now.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

"I told you no, but you insisted on giving it to me. Now look what's happened. If your husband finds out, things will be really bad..." Zhao Dazhu rambled on.

"Shut up! If I don't tell you and you don't tell me, how will my husband know? And even if he does find out, I'll explain it to him. You don't need to worry," Lu Jinfeng scolded.

Zhao Dazhu immediately shut his mouth.

When Lü Jinfeng opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Dazhu, her expression became somewhat subtle.

"I didn't expect you to be over fifty years old and still be so... Even an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man would definitely not be as good as you," Lu Jinfeng couldn't help but say.

"Have you ever tried it with a young guy who's eighteen or nineteen?"

Zhao Dazhu asked curiously, but was immediately glared at by Lü Jinfeng.

Zhao Dazhu quickly explained, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, why are you getting angry..."

Lu Jinfeng finally said, "Among the guests I've received before, there were two or three young people."

"Are they stronger than me?" Zhao Dazhu asked again.

"You're strong, you're fierce, you're amazing, okay?"

Lu Jinfeng said irritably, but the blush on her cheeks became even more vibrant.

Moreover, Lü Jinfeng raised a slender, snow-white hand and slapped it onto Zhao Dazhu's stomach with a loud thud.

Zhao Dazhu cried out in pain, clutching his stomach, and said, "Little sister, you're trying to kill me..."

"Come on, look at your abs. Even if I slap you or hit you with a hammer, you'd probably be fine." Lu Jinfeng chuckled as she spoke, looking radiant as if she had suddenly become several years younger.

Lü Jinfeng herself actually felt the same way.

She felt as if she had returned to her youth, back to when she had just gotten married.

At that time, she was full of energy and hope for life, fearless and worry-free.

"Alright, I have to go, it's almost midnight."

As he spoke, Zhao Dazhu gently pushed Lü Jinfeng away and got off the bed.

After getting dressed, Zhao Dazhu took out his wallet, pulled out eight bright red 100-yuan bills, and solemnly stuffed them into Lü Jinfeng's hand.

Lü Jinfeng didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it directly. After all, it was something she had earned through her hard work and physical labor, so she shouldn't refuse it out of courtesy or reason.

"Remember my words. From now on, I will take care of you. You belong to me alone. Starting tomorrow, you can no longer sell your body here and can't let other men touch you," Zhao Dazhu said seriously.

"Okay, okay."

Lu Jinfeng became a little shy and said hesitantly.

Zhao Dazhu found it all amusing.

It turns out that even this feisty woman has her shy moments.

Suddenly remembering something, Zhao Dazhu added, "Of course, except for Lü Jie. He's your husband, so you can continue doing what you always do with him."

Lü Jinfeng looked up and said, "I thought you weren't letting Lü Jie touch me anymore?"

"I'm not that domineering. Lü Jie is your husband, so it's only natural for him to touch you," Zhao Dazhu said.

Hearing this, Lü Jinfeng felt a warm glow in her heart.

Seeing Lü Jinfeng's blushing and embarrassed expression, Zhao Dazhu felt a surge of impulse and wanted to do it with her again.

But he ultimately dismissed the idea, after all, Li Yujiao was still waiting for him at home.

So Zhao Dazhu didn't linger with Lü Jinfeng any longer, gave her a few more instructions, and then went downstairs to leave.

It was 12:30 a.m., well past midnight, when Zhao Dazhu finally stepped into his house carrying large and small bags.

As expected, Li Yujiao had not yet gone inside to rest. As soon as Zhao Dazhu entered the living room, he saw her sitting on the sofa, glaring at him angrily.

"Why did you only come back now? You made money selling purple lingzhi mushrooms, and now you don't even remember who you are?" Li Yujiao said angrily, arms crossed and cheeks puffed out.