After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Qin Zhixin stuck the lamb's hoof into the skewer beside the charcoal pot and started grilling the lamb kidneys. When the fat on the lamb kidneys melted a little, she took a photo and sent it over.

"Qin Zhixin: Lamb Kidneys"

"Qin Zhixin: I'll fill you in through the screen."

Chapter 141: Haunted

In Fuliang, Gan Province, several people strolled around Fuliang County for an entire afternoon until Liu Yujin said they couldn't walk anymore and then went back.

Huang Mengsong drove Liu Tingjin and the other two to the so-called "hot spring experience center" opened by Zhu Jiang's family. It was called a "hot spring experience center", but it was obvious that this was just Zhu Jiang bragging to Liu Tingjin. To put it bluntly, it was just a hotel with a large bathhouse.

This hotel has five floors and occupies a large area.

The entire place was L-shaped, its walls clad in dark blue bricks, while the interior was standard reinforced concrete. While it looked antique on the surface, it was still a bit out of place. The surrounding area was mostly decent old houses, renovated and much more comfortable than this hotel. In comparison, Zhu Jiang's hotel looked like a large scar in the ancient town.

But because it is a modern reinforced concrete building, this hotel is much more livable than the surrounding houses. The concrete walls, which are nearly half a meter thick, are fully insulated, and there is a fresh air system inside, with floor heating, exhaust, and central air conditioning. Nothing is left out for your enjoyment.

Liu Yujin jumped out of the car and ran straight to the hotel lobby. Zhu Jiang got out of the passenger seat first and immediately circled around to open the door for Tang Manwen. Huang Mengsong, sitting in the driver's seat, was still a little distracted. He didn't know how many times he had stared blankly at Tang Manwen's figure today. Even now, he couldn't help but get distracted when he glanced at the beautiful woman in the rearview mirror.

Less than two weeks ago, Huang Mengsong had seen her in a group chat. He still remembered that someone in the group had opened the boxes of the two girls in the photo, one named Qin Zhixin and the other named Tang Manwen.

Huang Mengsong didn't think much of it. He simply saved the photos Li Feifei had taken secretly, occasionally looking through them in his album. They were both in Nanling, far from Fuliang, and they were still high school students. Huang Mengsong had already graduated from college and even had a son.

Even if he knew that the two girls were from Nanling, and even knew the schools they went to, it meant nothing to Huang Mengsong. He would not make a special trip to Nanling just because he saw photos of beautiful girls on the Internet. It sounded too weird and as obscene as a Japanese porn movie.

He knew that he liked the girl in the photo, but this was a natural tendency of visual instinct. He just liked her when he saw her pretty. It was the same as having a reaction when watching a reed, just like wanting to sleep when you are sleepy or wanting to eat when you are hungry.

There may be a difference. The two girls that Li Feifei secretly photographed were indeed too beautiful. They were so beautiful that Huang Mengsong was reluctant to delete the photos. He would take them out to look at them from time to time when it was late at night.

Huang Mengsong didn't like his wife. His wife stayed in Jiudao to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, while he was doing well in his tea business in Fuliang.

He didn't even have the idea of ​​going to Washi Island to accompany his wife. He subconsciously felt disgusted when he saw her, and even had a strange self-doubt, wondering how he could have felt a good impression of this person at that time.

Huang Mengsong collected his thoughts and looked through the car window at Tang Manwen who was walking with Zhu Jiang. Her graceful figure and the natural tuck of her hips with every step, her round breasts twisting with every step, made him react shamefully.

He thought it was a strange coincidence.

Huang Mengsong had only seen Tang Manwen's photo for a little over two weeks when she suddenly appeared, and even more coincidentally, she and he were from the same hometown. His father saw Tang Manwen at noon and ran all the way to ask about her mother.

Huang Qinzhou said that Tang Manwen and the "Tang Family Girl" looked so much like each other that they were carved from the same mold.

From that moment on, Huang Mengsong knew the face of the girl from the Tang family that Huang Qinzhou had always mentioned, and he instantly understood Huang Qinzhou's reaction. If his playmate, who had grown up with him from the same hometown, had such a face, then it would indeed be worth remembering for decades.

Huang Mengsong shook his head, stopped thinking about those trivial things, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and followed.

The hotel didn't have floor heating, but the temperature inside was much warmer than outside. The bathhouse was located one floor inside. Because it was a trial run, the only guests there, besides Liu Tingjin and the other two, were a sparse group of four or five tourists from other places. When Huang Mengsong entered the lobby, he saw Zhu Jiang grabbing Liu Tingjin's belly from behind, trying to lift him up.

Although Zhu Hai and Huang Mengsong were college classmates, they had different interests. Huang Mengsong enjoyed playing games and riding motorcycles, while Zhu Hai preferred raising fish. In contrast, Zhu Jiang had similar interests. Since arriving in Fuliang, he and Zhu Jiang had been hanging out together quite a bit, and Zhu Hai was more active.

Huang Mengsong ignored the two little kids who were embarrassing themselves in the lobby. He just walked straight behind Tang Manwen who was still looking at the decorative painting in the lobby. The decorative painting was a picture of an ancient European castle in the woods.

Huang Mengsong did not disturb Tang Manwen abruptly. He just stood there, silently looking at the back of her head, his eyes looking blank and upwards, also fixed on the decorative painting.

Tang Manwen saw a shadow at his feet and knew that someone was approaching. He turned around and saw Huang Mengsong with a tired look.

"Uncle Huang, is there something wrong?"

Tang Manwen's lips parted slightly, her voice gentle. Huang Mengsong was inexplicably reminded of his wife when she heard her voice. His wife's voice was a bit sharp, from a previous thyroid nodule surgery, and it was sharp, like the sound of a glass cutter scraping against a slate. She rarely spoke to him gently, but more often than not, she was fussy and nitpicky.

Huang Mengsong had been talking to her on the phone frequently lately, and each time he did, he felt exhausted. He felt the other person was as foolish as a pig and as greedy as a sheep. Having lived on Eagle Island for four years, he knew the cost of living there was quite affordable. Three thousand yuan a month was more than enough to support a family, not just one person. But she wasn't satisfied with the amount and was still arguing with him, demanding an increase to five thousand yuan a month.

He had only met Tang Manwen once, but her temperament was far superior to his wife's.

Seeing Huang Mengsong's absent-minded look, Tang Manwen spoke again. "Uncle Huang, are you feeling unwell? I feel like you're not in a good state."

Huang Mengsong blinked hard and stopped thinking about the messy things.

"Just call me by my name. I'm not old enough to be your uncle yet."

"Ah? Well, then I'll call you Brother Huang. It doesn't feel right to call you by your name."

Tang Manwen leaned forward slightly, her well-developed breasts pushing the sweater underneath into a perfect arc, swaying slightly as she spoke softly. Leaning so close, Huang Mengsong could faintly smell Tang Manwen's delicate fragrance, a very natural scent without the sharp, harsh aroma of women's perfume.

"Do you like this painting very much?"

"Ah, no, I'm just curious. It seems like a very detailed painting. Does it have a history?"

"It's nothing special. I just bought it from the gallery next door. The paintings there are all done on an assembly line. This painting is 60 yuan, and the frame is 80 yuan. Zhu Hai and I opened this hotel, and after the renovations we felt it was too empty, so we went to the gallery and bought some paintings."

Tang Manwen was a little surprised. She turned back to look at the painting again, covering her mouth and whispering. But her voice was loud enough for Huang Mengsong to hear. "Ah, such a large painting is only selling for sixty?"

"Yeah, there are smaller ones that cost only a dozen or so yuan. After all these years of painting, if the paintings don't have frames, they're worthless. Learning painting is really a dead end."

Tang Manwen was about to say something when her phone rang. She pulled it out and saw it was a message from Qin Zhixin. It contained two pictures: one of a skinned small animal, and the second of its "corpse parts" being skewered and roasted over a fire.

"Qin Zhixin: My brother caught a hedgehog"

Tang Manwen couldn't help but frown when she saw it, and secretly cursed her in her heart.

Huang Mengsong didn't see the content of her phone, and when he saw her frowning expression, he thought something bad had happened.

"Tang Manwen, what is this?"

"Ah, Huang, it's nothing, just some photos of my sister fooling around."

Tang Manwen showed Huang Mengsong the photo of the hedgehog that Qin Zhixin had harmed.

"Is she my biological sister?"

"My cousin. She's been very naughty since she was little, and..."

Liu Dianjin and Zhu Jiang were still making a fuss in the lobby. They were like monkeys released from a cage, lying on the handrail of the stairs and sliding down. Tang Manwen couldn't help sighing when he saw the silly look on Liu Dianjin's face.

"My cousin has a very similar personality to Liu Yujin, always stirring up trouble."

Huang Mengsong knew who Tang Manwen was talking about: the other girl from the candid photos. In Li Feifei's photos, Tang Manwen looked quiet, just like she was now. The other girl, with bigger breasts, ate like a fool, and looking at the photos she had taken of Tang Manwen, she looked even more foolish.

"Actually, I've seen you before." Huang Mengsong suddenly said, "I think I've also seen your cousin."

Tang Manwen was stunned.

"Ah? But I don't have much impression of you. Were you in Nanling before? If you went to college in Nanling, it's possible. My cousin and I go to school not far from the university town."

"No, I'm at a university on Washi Island. I saw your photo in the group chat, of you and your cousin, and I was very impressed."

Tang Manwen was a little confused, and looked at Huang Mengsong with a strange look. Huang Mengsong reacted and quickly took out his mobile phone to find the photos in his collection.

"No, I was in a group and someone in the group happened to meet you while having dinner. Is this your cousin?"

Tang Manwen looked at the photos and found that they were from the last trip to Qingliang Mountain. Liu Tingjin was still indignant about that experience, and after returning, he had several arguments with Qin Zhixin across the screen.

But she was more curious about why Huang Mengsong had her photo. Even if he had taken it, he still had it. And judging by how quickly he found it in the album, he must have looked at her photos quite often.

"Brother Huang, you are so skilled at finding photos."

In the lobby, Liu Tingjin and Zhu Jiang were still screaming. Tang Manwen's tone was very complicated, but Huang Mengsong did not hide anything. He said it directly.

"I've seen the photo many times. So many times that I can't even remember how many times. When my dad saw you today, he saw the girl he used to like, but I saw..." Huang Mengsong paused, thinking for a moment, "It was a fleeting glimpse, but you really existed. You're not one in 1.3 billion. You're no longer a digital dot on the screen. You've stepped out of the screen."

Tang Manwen was completely stunned, but her long hours of practicing expressions in front of the mirror paid off. A normal girl would subconsciously dodge Huang Mengsong's almost pathological moans, but Tang Manwen wasn't afraid because Huang Mengsong was already married and had children.

Moreover, Huang Mengsong's obsessed and stupid look also served her well. Tang Manwen liked the feeling of being pursued, secretly loved, and obsessed by men. This made her heart pound, as if she could draw life and nourishment from the doomed love of others.

Tang Manwen once again showed her best gentle fake smile, and naturally and deliberately tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She had left this strand of hair loose, just to tuck it behind her ear when the opportunity arose.

This is a very ambiguous action, which can be regarded as Tang Manwen's little trick against men.

"Brother Huang, just talk to me privately about this. My sister-in-law will be jealous if she finds out."

"She won't. I can't explain why she married me."

"What's the purpose of getting married? Isn't it enough to just love each other?"

"Love? That's so rare. So luxurious."

"Brother Huang, do you love your wife?"

Huang Mengsong was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about it before giving the answer.

"You ask me if I love my wife? Of course I do. I love anyone in my position."

Tang Manwen's attention sharpened. She stared at Huang Mengsong's face, and Huang Mengsong gazed back at her. "You love abstract people more than concrete ones. That's not love, it's the constraints of responsibility and morality."

"Yes, I can't help but love her. We have a certificate and a child. I have to love her."

Chapter 142: Speaking Out

Badger Hill seemed even more deserted at night, with only the sound of the wind outside the house.

It's still the beginning of the lunar month, and the moon is just a faint bud. The dense stars are faintly visible, but their light can't illuminate the dark mountain forest. The sound of the wind, mixed with the barking of dogs in the distance, makes the silence even more profound. The mountain village is noticeably colder than the city. The old brick houses lack modern insulation, and even inside, without insulation, your hands and feet will be freezing.

Qin Zhixin lay listlessly on the kang (kang), the sun already shining brightly inside. The kang was covered in an electric blanket, warm beneath a layer of quilts. She was starting to feel sleepy. Her grandfather, dressed in a woolen vest, was sprawled carelessly on a wooden recliner, sitting off to the side, watching the television. It was a large, newly installed color TV, the screen bright and the speakers blaring. It was playing the day's news.

Qin Zhixin had long lost interest in watching television. She'd been playing on the computer since she was a child, and whenever she wanted to watch something, she could just find a pirated version, no need to sit in front of the TV and watch the schedule. She casually refreshed the Tieba forum with her phone, but the rural internet was too slow, so few images could load. Her hands felt numb from holding them up, so she changed to a prone position.

Qin Zhifeng was roasting corn over a brazier in the hall outside. He had picked some corn while catching hedgehogs that morning, and Qin Zhixin roasted two for him, which were fragrant and sweet.

For dinner, besides the mutton, they had a tortoise stewed with chicken, which also had a lot of dried mushrooms. The dried mushrooms were obtained from a leftover grass carp. Zhang Zihao looked thin, but he could eat a lot. Qin Zhifeng was the same. He ate the tortoise until only the lid was left, and drank up all the mutton soup.

There was just too much mutton, but the way they ate, they wouldn't be able to finish it for many meals. Even though he was clearly stuffed, Qin Zhifeng couldn't stop thinking about the corn. He lay on the kang for a while, then went out and broke off a basket of corn. He was now roasting it on the brazier outside.

Qin Zhixin sniffed and the aroma of roasted corn wafted in from outside the door, but she was so full at night that she had no appetite at all. Her cousin had just sent her a lot of photos.

Photos of the old Fuliang County Government Office, the local tea culture museum, and the local art street. But Qin Zhixin was not interested in these at all. In her eyes, these were just broken bricks, rotten tiles, and leaves. What she really envied was Tang Manwen's dinner.

According to my cousin, she was treated to dinner that night by someone else, an old friend of her mother Tang Yuyu, who invited her and Liu Tingjin to dinner.

Tang Yuyu's old friend found the best restaurant in Fuliang County. They served red carp in Jinsha cream, Leping pork elbow in abalone oil, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and pork bone, stomach and lung soup. These dishes looked like home-cooked dishes, but the ingredients were real, and both the cooking method and the choice of ingredients were very thoughtful.

Qin Zhixin looked at the food and smacked her lips, feeling inexplicably greedy, but she had eaten too much at night, so she was in a mixed state of wanting to eat and not wanting to eat at the same time.

The stewed chicken with tortoise shells was pretty good, and the mutton offal was tasty, too. But they felt they were eating it. Oh, I can't eat anymore. They ate pork, and I ate mutton. That's about it.

Qin Zhixin muttered silently to herself, but the system didn't bother to respond. She exited the chat and browsed Tieba for a bit, but when she felt there wasn't much to see, she put her phone aside to charge, put on a coat, and walked into the hall.

Qin Zhifeng was still roasting corn in a brazier. He left the door open for ventilation. Qin Zhixin was so cold she shrank her neck as she stepped out of the bedroom, and quickly wrapped her coat tightly around her. Qin Zhifeng glanced at the girl, who was frozen like a turtle. Her face was still slightly flushed, probably from being warmed up on the kang. This blush on her porcelain-white face made her look even more charming.

In the backlight, the girl's skin seemed to be glowing, and against her unrealistically graceful figure, she was truly stunningly beautiful. But Qin Zhifeng had watched this girl grow up, and he had long since lost his charm to her.

Qin Zhixin's image had long been fixed in his mind.

"The corn will be ripe for a while yet. You can eat it now if you don't mind eating it half-cooked."

Qin Zhifeng's face was stained with dust, and his decent jacket was also covered in dust. It looked almost disposable. Qin Zhixin couldn't help but laugh. "No need. I'm full and I came out to get some fresh air. Your clothes are useless. They're so dirty they look like rags."

"Just take the shell apart and wash it. This is a jacket, and the shell is waterproof."

"Wow, it's high-end and waterproof. This clothing is not cheap, you don't feel bad about messing with it."

Qin Zhixin found a small stool to sit on and warm herself by the brazier.

Qin Zhifeng glanced at her and casually brushed off the dust on his clothes.

"It's not expensive. It's from Shalehua. The whole set is only a little over a thousand. It's so niche that it looks like a knock-off brand. I'll take you to buy a set tomorrow when we get back to the city. I'll get you an expensive one."

Qin Zhixin looked up suspiciously.

"Brother, have you made a fortune? Where's this loose change? Last time you said it was a schoolbag, and this time it's clothes."

"I've become rich, but I'm not buying you luxury goods. I can still afford at least ten thousand yuan, so you don't get tricked into having children by someone offering you small favors in the future."

Qin Zhixin's pretty face turned red with embarrassment when she heard this.

"You're going to die! What do you mean by being tricked into giving birth? Am I that stupid?"

"It's hard to say. Many women are different when they are young and when they grow up. They become stupid and weak, and are keen on deceiving themselves with closed-loop stupid logic."

Seeing Qin Zhifeng like this, Qin Zhixin knew that he was crazy again. She rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, feeling quite indignant.

"Do you think I'd be that type? You've been playing with stupid women for so long that you think I'm a fool too. Ivory can't come out of a dog's mouth. If I had one, I'd have spent more on it than you."

"Let's wait and see. Let's not talk about hypotheticals, let's talk about reality. In reality, can you really meet girls in school who you can hang out with? I don't mean to label you, but your hobbies and interests are too masculine."

Qin Zhifeng spoke in a muffled voice. He no longer looked at the brazier, but instead stared directly at Qin Zhixin's face. Qin Zhixin looked at him, and Qin Zhifeng's face was full of seriousness. She was not used to Qin Zhifeng's expression, and soon she was defeated and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"Those girls don't know what they're doing. The things they play with are too stupid."

"Do you think you're very mature? Or that what you play is very sophisticated?"

Qin Zhixin pouted, looking very unconvinced. Faint sparks from the brazier were blown by the wind, flew into the darkness, and quickly died out.

"You can't play with girls. You're too pretty, and you're too close to a lot of boys. I don't know if this is a good thing for you."

"My relationship with boys isn't that great either. They're so cautious when talking to me, which is really stupid."

"Yes. Because you're so beautiful. A person who stands out from the crowd will attract a lot of attention, and you know that. You also know what those people who talk to you cautiously say about you in private. They all want to fuck you, want to keep you under their control. They think you are a fragile vase, a spoiled, empty-headed woman who is easily angered."

Qin Zhixin fell silent. She truly couldn't refute what Qin Zhifeng had said. Just before the holiday, she'd been verbally harassed by a male classmate. She knew Feng Yizhong's purpose in feigning positivity, just as she knew that class monitor Liu Qinxiong had privately said she was flirtatious, a remark Zhou Dahong had secretly made.