Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The bed in Zhang Yujuan's room creaked rhythmically.

Wang Cong got up to go to the outhouse.

I heard a noise.

His face darkened, and he approached his mother's bedroom door.

The creaking sound was loud, and you could faintly hear the sound of Zhang Yujuan's teeth grinding together.

Wang Cong: "..."

His face darkened, and he turned and went back into the house.

Mei Fang was heavily pregnant and sat silently on the edge of the bed when he returned.

I have some doubts:

Why aren't you going to the outhouse?

"sleep."

Wang Cong lay down on the bed.

All I could hear were the sounds in my ears, and my clenched fists were cracking.

Mei Fang wanted to get up to go to the toilet, but Wang Cong stopped her.

"Hold on, don't go out."

Mei Fang: "..."

"I can't help it. I'm so far along in my pregnancy, how can I possibly hold back?"

"I'll bring in the spittoon."

Wang Cong rolled out of bed and carefully went out to get a spittoon. As if possessed, he ended up at the door of his mother's room again.

The sounds inside continued unabated.

He wanted nothing more than to rush in, grab Yang Dashan, and beat him up.

but……

Wang Cong picked up the spittoon and turned to go into his room. Mei Fang found it strange, but she didn't think much of it.

……

It's over inside.

Yang Dashan forced a smile:

"I worked during the day and came here to cook for you tonight. Could you go to the kitchen and get me something to eat?"

Zhang Yujuan's appearance is much better than before.

"I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

Zhang Yujuan went to the kitchen and just struck a match to light the kerosene lamp.

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Zhang Yujuan's hand trembled, and the match almost burned her fingertips.

Who could it be in the middle of the night?

"Who is it?" The voice trembled.

"Yujuan, it's me."

His voice was rough, tinged with fatigue, yet brimming with barely concealed excitement.

Zhang Yujuan's heart skipped a beat.

Wang Dahai!

Why are you back at this time?

She glanced hastily towards the west wing.

Yang Dashan was still lying in bed.

If this happens, it's like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire, and someone will die!

"Here it comes!"

Zhang Yujuan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and quickly walked over to unlatch the door bolt.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of the sea wafted out.

Wang Dahai's skin was tanned dark red, his hair was mostly white, and the wrinkles on his face had deepened. He was carrying two bulging travel bags in his hands.

"Yujuan".

He grinned.

He flashed a set of smoked teeth.

My wife is so beautiful, she looks rosy under the moonlight, even more stunning than a celebrity in a magazine.

Zhang Yujuan forced a smile:

"Why are you back now? Didn't you say there were still two weeks left?"

Wang Dahai stepped across the threshold with his bag and slammed the door shut behind him.

"I avoided one area and came back early after unloading the goods." He put his bag on the ground and reached out to take Zhang Yujuan's hand.

I missed you so much!

My palms are rough, like sandpaper.

Zhang Yujuan felt uneasy, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

"What...what are you doing in the kitchen?" Wang Dahai peeked into the lit kitchen.

"I'm hungry, I want some hot soup noodles."

Zhang Yujuan's eyes flickered, and she intentionally or unintentionally blocked the way to the west wing.

"Perfect timing! I haven't eaten either!"

Wang Dahai bent down and picked up the bag from the ground. "I have some bread and biscuits I just bought in this bag, and a can of luncheon meat! Let's go inside and have something delicious!"

As he spoke, he strode toward the west wing.

Zhang Yujuan was terrified.

If she goes in and is caught in the act, her life is over!

"oops!"

Zhang Yujuan let out a soft cry, her body went limp, and she clung to Wang Dahai as if she had no bones.

"I just want some hot soup noodles. Will you come with me to the kitchen?"

Wang Dahai doesn't do kitchen work.

But he was willing to stay with his wife who stayed at home.

"Okay, okay. Whatever you say."

The two went into the kitchen, and Wang Dahai said, "I'll go back to my room to pack my things first."

"The sea..."

Before Wang Dahai could react, Zhang Yujuan's lips were already pressed against his.

His hands were even more restless.

Wang Dahai's mind went blank.

His wife misses him.

"Yujuan, this...this is the kitchen..."

Wang Dahai hurriedly replied, "Let's go back inside, let's go back inside..."

"No!"

Zhang Yujuan pinched his waist hard, her eyes full of seductive allure, "Right here. I also want you to experience my 'skills'."

Wang Dahai chuckled.

Enough with the chit-chat.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of pots and pans clattering together, mixed with suppressed breathing, making it even more lively than the stir-fried pork kidneys.

……

Yang Dashan was so frightened by Wang Dahai's voice that he almost wet his pants.

He hurriedly put on his clothes, buttoning them up wrong and leaving his belt loose on his hips.

I thought I was going to die.

But then, things took an unexpected turn; the couple went into the kitchen to "cook".

Yang Dashan let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This woman really knows her stuff.

But a pang of sadness welled up in his heart.

Just now in bed, I kept pushing him away, complaining that he was dirty and smelly.

Now look what's happened...

She was getting very close to that rough man who smelled of fish.

Yang Dashan tiptoed into the main room, grabbed three steamed buns and stuffed them into his pocket, then casually put a bag of peach shortbread into his pocket.

Clutching his "trophies," he scurried to the back wall like a stray dog.

He skillfully lay down, hunched his shoulders, and crawled out through the dog hole.

……

Wang Cong had just closed his eyes when he was woken up by noises from the kitchen.

"shameless!"

Wang Cong gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He wanted to rush out several times, but he held back because he thought about his mother's feelings.

His face turned bright red from holding it in.

My bladder was about to burst, but I stubbornly refused to go out to use the restroom.

Fortunately, the commotion in the kitchen came and went quickly.

It stopped after a few minutes.

Zhang Yujuan tidied her clothes, picked up Wang Dahai's travel bag, and hurriedly entered the west wing.

The first thing I did upon entering the room was to look at the bed.

no one.

The windows were wide open, and the night wind was howling in.

She quickly straightened the sheets and closed the window halfway.

Wang Dahai followed him in like a shadow, looking completely satisfied.

"Yujuan, fetch me a basin of water to wash my body."

Wang Dahai chuckled and reached out to put his arm around Zhang Yujuan's waist. "While I was away, did you miss me so much that you couldn't sleep?"

Zhang Yujuan rolled her eyes inwardly.

Miss you?

I'd rather have your money!

Her gaze fell on the two travel bags, and her eyes instantly turned greedy.

"How much did you earn from this trip to sea?"

Wang Dahai didn't hesitate and unzipped the travel bag.

Splash!

He pulled out a stack of ten-yuan notes and a few rolls of change.

Wang Dahai slapped the money onto the bed, looking smug.

"Six hundred and eighty in total! It's all yours!"

Six hundred and eighty!

Zhang Yujuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is a huge sum of money.

As if presenting a treasure, Wang Dahai pulled out a red velvet box and a long, rectangular cardboard box from his bag.

The red cloth box was opened, revealing a glittering women's watch inside. The dial was small and exquisite, shimmering silver under the light.

"Made in Germany".

Inside the cardboard box was a Sanyo radio cassette player with four speakers; it looked quite impressive.

Zhang Yujuan's resentment vanished instantly.

This man is a bit ugly.

But he really is willing to spend money on himself.

He's a hundred times better than Yang Dashan, who only knew how to sneak food through dog holes.

"The ocean! You are so kind!"

Zhang Yujuan gave that dark face a hard kiss.

"Wait! I'll go get you some water!"

She swayed her hips as she stepped out the door, her steps as light as an eighteen-year-old girl.

The sound of rushing water came from the courtyard.

Wang Cong rushed out with a dark face, still clutching half a brick in his hand.

"Mom! Don't go too far!"

Wang Cong roared at Zhang Yujuan's retreating figure, his eyes bloodshot, "Can't you have any shame...?"

Zhang Yujuan turned around.

Holding an enamel basin in his hand, looking completely bewildered, he said, "Your dad's back."

Wang Dahai walked out shirtless, holding a towel and wiping his neck.

Hearing the noise, he frowned and looked over.

"Why are you yelling at your mother in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Wang Cong looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar black face, and that iconic gray hair.

The pent-up anger in his heart was extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water.

All that remained was a bitter taste in my mouth and a sense of relief.

"Dad... when... when did you get back?"

Wang Dahai blushed, recalling the absurd incident in the kitchen earlier, and coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

"I've been back for a while now."

He walked over and patted his son's shoulder with such force that Wang Cong winced.

"There was some commotion when you came back, please understand your dad."

Wang Cong finally breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be a trick played by his parents.

His gaze passed over Wang Dahai's shoulder and landed on the open doorway of the west wing.

On the bed, the thick stack of 100-yuan bills was particularly jarring.

And that shiny watch, that brand-new tape recorder.