Chapter 267: Isn't This Making Things Difficult for People?

Even if he dragged his feet, he still arrived at the destination.

When he arrived, no one else was in the room: "You called me over, what is it?"

Seeing him sit in the spot farthest from her, the woman raised her hand and patted the seat beside her: "Come sit closer to me."

Although the woman was still well-preserved, she was ultimately an old hag; Ding Youwen felt immense resistance in his heart.

But what could he do? This woman could make his career, and naturally, she could also destroy it; he had to endure the disgust and sit beside her: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Thinking about it, she was of an age where it was impossible she still had the desire for him to serve her, right?

The woman sized the man up and down, then spoke lightly: "I heard your daughter went to Liushu Village to be a sent-down youth?"

Hearing this, Ding Youwen's heart tightened, but he still feigned calmness and dodged the heavy to address the light: "It's not that the family must have someone go down to the countryside; you know my wife's personality. How could she let her precious son go? I thought going to a nearby county was better than going to the Northeast, Northwest, or Southwest, so I pulled some strings to get her sent to Changping."

Watching the man speak, seeing his Adam's apple bob up and down, she raised her hand and touched it: "Your Adam's apple is still so fascinating."

With that action, plus those words, Ding Youwen froze right there.

Seeing him like this, the woman said: "What, are you unwilling to let me touch you now?"

How could Ding Youwen dare say 'no': "W-where, where is that? It's just that we haven't been close for so long, I'm a bit unaccustomed."

The woman looked at him with contempt: "Do you remember what I told you before?"

The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat: "N-no, I didn't forget. How could I forget?"

"Then today, let me see your performance."

Hearing this, the man was struck as if by lightning; though his heart twisted in a hundred ways, he dared not show a single bit of it, enduring the urge to vomit as he raised his hand to touch the woman's face.

Then the old woman spoke: "Carry me back to the bed."

Ding Youwen finally spoke up: "You, this, you, haven't we not... for a long time?"

The woman laughed: "Look how nervous you are. What, are you already disgusted?"

Ding Youwen didn't dare show it, but in his heart he cursed loudly: You damn thing, you're almost in the grave, wanting me to serve you, why don't you just go die.

Compared to people her age, this woman was preserved just like a woman in her fifties, but her bodily functions had reached their limit; isn't this making things difficult for people?

But he dared not disobey, after all, this old woman was a madman: "Fine, I'll carry you over."

Once the two were on the bed, the woman didn't demand he go any further; her hand just never stopped moving: "I heard you're keeping a woman outside, and she's even carrying your child?"

Ding Youwen was truly afraid this time, but he didn't dare play tricks: "I, I, I just wanted to play around; I didn't expect her to get pregnant. That woman has poor health; if she had an abortion, she'd probably lose her life, so..."

He didn't dare say any more.

Then the woman sneered: "Poor health? It seems you really have true feelings for her."

"No, no, no, how could that be? If you hadn't helped me back then, how could I have my today?"

Speaking thus, he ignored the disgust, reached his hand inside the woman's clothes, and started kneading: "Let me properly 'serve' you today."

The woman was very satisfied with his sense of the situation: "You're sensible."

Still, the man asked one question: "It's broad daylight; won't someone come over?"

The woman hooked her arm around his neck: "Since I called you over, I naturally arranged everything perfectly; just rest assured."

(End of this chapter)