Chapter 91: Don’t You Go Clinging To Me!
Female ghost?
The villagers looked at each other and all saw fear, excitement, and a bit of curiosity in each other’s eyes. They unanimously decided not to run, instead comforting the workers who had “seen a ghost” and inquiring about the ghost’s appearance.
With so many people around, the workers finally felt less afraid. Then they felt a chill on their legs. Looking down, they saw a large wet patch on their pants and remembered that they had gotten up originally to urinate.
The villagers saw it too, but no one said anything, afraid he would lose face. Of course, they were also afraid he would be too embarrassed to tell them about the ghost.
“What did you just say about a female ghost? Did you see it?” A young man came over and squatted beside him to ask.
As soon as the ghost was mentioned, the worker’s face, which had just recovered a bit, paled again. He nodded and said, “I saw it just now. That female ghost, she went into the shed.”
At the same time, a strange cry came from the shed: “Damn, who are you? How did you get into my bedding?”
Everyone quickly turned their heads toward the shed and saw the foreman half-sitting up, pulling the quilt high to cover his chest, his eyes wide open staring at the person lying beside him—a woman whose clothes were half removed.
With a “boom,” the entire shed suddenly became lively.
The woman could no longer pretend to be dead. She sat up coyly, her head half-lowered, waterfall-like black hair draped to one side, her slender neck forming a graceful arc. Half of her side profile faced the foreman as she gave him a shy, hesitant smile.
If one ignored the blue, purple, and swollen bruises on her face, the scene might have been beautiful. But unfortunately, her cheeks were covered with overlapping blue-purple handprints, swollen more than usual, her lips cracked and scabbed with blood. Combined with her deliberate expression, the terror was really no less than that of a female ghost.
“You, who exactly are you? How, how did you get into my bedding?” the foreman asked again.
The woman brushed back the hair from her shoulder, gave him a coquettish glance, and said, “Oh come on, I’m already like this, and you’re still asking! And with that, she pulled her already open collar even wider.
“He Luan’er?” The villagers stared dumbfounded at everything happening in the shed. Someone recognized the so-called “female ghost.”
“I thought she looked familiar. It’s He Luan’er!” Another villager suddenly realized.
The foreman’s heart sank. This was still a villager girl who had appeared in his bedding in the middle of the night. Now he was speechless no matter how much he tried to explain.
“He Luan’er, what are you doing here?” An unkind voice rose from the watching villagers.
Several others echoed that voice, and some even whistled.
He Luan’er was furious inside but told herself to endure it.
After being taken home before, her parents had beaten her hard again and told her they would quickly find someone willing to pay a bride price to marry her off.
She panicked immediately. She had known what kind of people her parents were in her previous life. Nicely put, they were marrying her off, but in reality, they were selling her. As long as the bride price was enough, even a seventy- or eighty-year-old man, her parents would definitely agree.
Reborn once, she absolutely did not want to end up like that. After thinking it over, she still had to get the things from Lin Xin’s home. With those things, she could do whatever she wanted.
But how could she get those things? Lin Xin’s home had already started building a house, and they would probably dig the foundation tomorrow. She had to get them before those things saw the light of day again.
After much thought, she set her target on the foreman building the house for Lin Xin. When the big house was being built before, she had inquired: the foreman had lost his wife a few years ago in a difficult childbirth where both mother and child died, and he hadn’t remarried since. He had gathered a team of strong young men from the village to specialize in building houses for wealthy families.
She had secretly observed him. Due to years of exposure to wind and sun outside, the foreman’s skin was rough, and he looked older than his actual age. She felt that with her looks, she could definitely captivate him. Moreover, she thought he must have plenty of money. If she succeeded with him, he would definitely be willing to spend money to help her family pay off its foreign debts.
Another point was that only if she hooked up with the foreman could she possibly get that box of things without others knowing.
So that night, she avoided her family and sneaked over, originally planning to slip into the foreman’s bedding unnoticed. By the next morning, wouldn’t it be whatever she said? But man proposes, heaven disposes—her plan was ruined by a worker who got up to urinate at night.
Now it was definitely impossible to cling to the foreman, so she had to make him willingly fall for her. If he was willing himself, others couldn’t say anything, right?
Moreover, she was confident in her looks, but she forgot that she now had a face covered in bruises and swelling. Probably no one would be moved by this face!
“I······” He Luan’er gave the foreman a shy glance and bit her lip without speaking.
“You, don’t make that face! I, I don’t even know you. I don’t know how you got here. Don’t try to cling to me!” As soon as the foreman spoke, the workers laughed. The villagers looked at each other, not knowing what to say, while He Luan’er’s face turned green.
“You, you actually treat me like this!” He Luan’er had tears welling in her eyes, looking at the foreman as if about to cry but holding back.
“Young lady, don’t ruin me. I really have nothing to do with you!” The foreman said, almost crying himself.
At this moment, no one knew who had fetched He Luan’er’s parents.
“He Luan’er, you little slut! Haven’t you seen a man before? Climbing into someone’s bed in the middle of the night—do you have any shame left?” Mi Shi started cursing from far away.
“Mother······”
He Luan’er’s previous tears had been forced out by pinching her own thigh. Now hearing Mi Shi’s words, she really started crying. She just couldn’t understand—wasn’t she her mother’s own daughter?
Whether in her previous life or this one, she had never felt a mother’s love for a child from Mi Shi. What she always felt was exploitation. Even the slightest bit of kindness toward her was to get more benefits from her hands. Why was that?
Unable to feel her despair, Mi Shi looked at the disheveled He Luan’er, her mind buzzing. On the way here, villagers had only said her daughter tried to drill into someone’s bedding but was caught before succeeding. But looking at her now, how did it look like she hadn’t succeeded?
A girl like this—where could anyone still want her?
She turned her gaze to the depressed-looking foreman. Though he seemed a bit older and not very handsome, her daughter was already like this. Even if clinging, she had to cling to him.
It had to be said, after all, they were mother and daughter—their thoughts were so similar.
