allendalepharm Chapter 86 Uncultivated Wasteland
Chapter 86 Uncultivated Wasteland
This gentle acceptance completely shattered Qin Rushan's last shred of reason.
He roared and pushed her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed) covered with a red quilt.
The red blankets billowed, reflecting her blushing face, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Qin Rushan quickly ripped off her cumbersome old shirt, and then the patched little garment that he had treasured for three years was finally truly worn by its owner and displayed before his eyes.
Although it was old and shabby, in Qin Rushan's eyes it was even better looking than the polyester fabric hanging in the supply and marketing cooperative.
He lowered his head and reverently kissed the skin he had longed for countless days and nights.
From the forehead to the tip of the nose, from the chin to the collarbone, and then to the heart...
"Ah!" Li Xianglian's body arched suddenly, her toes digging into the bed sheet.
The rough stubble prickled against the delicate skin, causing a slight stinging sensation, yet also stimulating waves of tingling numbness.
"Brother Shanzi... be gentle..."
She begged for mercy with a sob in her voice, her hands scratching wildly on his back, leaving red marks.
"It won't be any less."
Qin Rushan lifted his head from her chest, his eyes bloodshot and the veins on his forehead throbbing. "Didn't I tell you? Tonight, this land needs to be plowed deeply. Even if you cry until your voice is hoarse, I won't stop."
He reached down and grabbed the patched waistband of his trousers.
"Sizzle—"
That was the sound of the fabric breaking under its own weight, and it marked the beginning of a night of madness.
The moment the two were completely naked before each other, the air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only two rapid, intertwined breaths.
Li Xianglian stared at that spot, her eyes glued to it.
This is... terrifying.
When the old women in the village washed clothes by the river, they often talked dirty. Although she had never eaten pork, she roughly knew what they were talking about.
But actually seeing Qin Rushan is a completely different story.
This is something no human can endure.
She instinctively wanted to shrink back, her legs trembling, and she pressed her hands against Qin Rushan's sweaty chest, trying to push him away.
When Qin Rushan saw her pathetic, frightened look, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he grinned and couldn't hide his smugness.
"What are you hiding from?"
He made no attempt to hide it, moving closer to her with a roguish air, "Scared already? Look closely, this is the savings I've accumulated for you over twenty years. How about it? Enough? Enough to back you up?"
Li Xianglian blushed with embarrassment.
"Alright, stop hiding. We'll have to go through this sooner or later."
Qin Rushan lost his patience; his blood surged, and his head throbbed with pain.
Nothing fancy, just eagerness.
He had been holding back for too long, and was so desperate for this woman that he didn't have the time to dawdle. He just wanted to take her place as soon as possible, stamp her with his Qin Rushan seal, and make her his own.
He gritted his teeth...
"ah--!"
A short, startled cry, tinged with a distorted sob.
Li Xianglian was in so much pain that her fingernails dug into his flesh.
Qin Rushan was stunned.
No.
This feels... off.
Qin Rushan was a rough man, but he wasn't stupid. Besides, even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
This land has clearly never been cultivated!
Qin Rushan couldn't believe it: "Ah Xiang... Zhao Gang... that good-for-nothing didn't touch you before?"
Li Xianglian's face was deathly pale, tears clinging to her eyelashes. She dared not look at him, biting the corner of the blanket, feeling ashamed and indignant, and shook her head barely with a whisper.
boom--!
The string in Qin Rushan's mind snapped completely.
An overwhelming ecstasy engulfed him like a tsunami.
That was what God left for Qin Rushan!
Everyone in the village said she was a second-time bride, a used woman. She suffered for three years as a slave in the Zhao family, only to find out that she had left him with a perfectly intact and clean baby!
"Oh shit!"
He let out a low growl, no longer caring about being gentle or not.
He bent down, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her lips, which had been bitten until they turned white, hard.
"Good...that's fucking great!"
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "That blind good-for-nothing Zhao Gang! He's just lucky to have gotten this! He wasn't meant to have it; this treasure is rightfully mine!"
Since that's the case, he has to do this job perfectly today!
"I'll make you remember who your man is in this lifetime!"
"Bear with it, the pain will only last once, and you'll get through this."
Li Xianglian bit her lip.
Although Niu Guihua hadn't taught her, she'd heard a lot about it from those women over the years and now knew what was going on.
slowly……
More and more...
That night, the old wooden bed in the Qin family suffered terribly.
Accompanied by the man's deep breathing and the woman's intermittent moans.
"Squeak—squeak—"
The sound of the bed board hitting the wall, along with the rustling of the red quilt, echoed rhythmically for most of the night.
Qin Rushan, that old ox, used every trick in the book.
He worked tirelessly, again and again.
As he said, this is a debt that has been owed for three years, and he wants to get it back with interest.
……
The Zhao family, separated by only one wall.
Doctor Wang came over and tried everything – pinching her philtrum and giving her yellow soup – for a long time before finally getting Zhao Da Niang to swallow the air that was stuck in her throat.
"You're just too angry to die, take a break."
After saying that, Doctor Wang slung his medicine box over his shoulder and slipped away, afraid of getting tainted by the family's bad luck.
Aunt Zhao lay sprawled on the cold, hard mat in the west room, staring blankly at the dark beams, wishing she could just kick the bucket and head straight to the underworld.
But the King of Hell wouldn't take her; instead, the "living King of Hell" next door was going to torture her until she went insane.
How thick are the mud-brick walls in the countryside?
There were wheat straws in the middle, so it didn't insulate the sound at all!
The rickety bed in the Qin family creaked and groaned for most of the night, as if it were about to fall apart.
The rhythm was so fast it was breathtaking, making listeners feel uneasy and short of breath.
At first, you could still hear that little bitch Li Xianglian humming in a low voice.
The commotion grew louder and louder, with people crying and begging for mercy until their voices were hoarse, but Qin Rushan showed no sign of stopping; instead, he became even more ferocious.
Aunt Zhao pulled over the stiff, musty-smelling quilt and wrapped it tightly around her head. She used her two withered, bark-like fingers to block her ears, as if she wanted to puncture her eardrums.
Useless.
The commotion, which made her blush and feel extremely agitated, seeped into her brain from the base of the earthen wall and along the ground, making her brain slosh around.
"Shameless! You slut! You should rot there!"
Aunt Zhao cursed through gritted teeth in bed, her withered lips trembling incessantly, her fingernails nearly tearing the kang mat beneath her.
Aren't all those gossipy women in the village spreading rumors that Qin Rushan has problems in that area?
They say he was crippled on the battlefield and was a useless, good-for-nothing eunuch?
Is it wrong to call it that?
This commotion has been going on for two hours!
Even though the production team's donkeys were resting, he wasn't!
Aunt Zhao felt a tightness in her chest that she couldn't get out of, and her lungs ached from the pressure.
What tormented her even more was the reaction of that little bitch Li Xianglian.
Listen to that noise!
One minute she's crying out in pain, the next she's whimpering.
Aunt Zhao, being an experienced woman herself, could easily tell that the sound came from someone who was about to reach their limit.
Suddenly, a low, exhilarating roar came from next door from Qin Rushan, followed by two extremely explicit and vulgar words, which made even the old Zhao aunt feel ashamed.
She sat up abruptly and coughed violently, tears and snot streaming down her face.
"What a tragedy...this is a tragedy..."
Her proud son, Zhao Gang, a cadre, was a respectable man, but she had never heard of him having such strength.
On second thought, Li Xianglian had been working like a slave in the Zhao family for three years, and Zhao Gang had never even touched her. She was a virgin who had never been deflowered!
Now look what's happened! This perfectly good cabbage, pot and all, has been given away to that bastard next door!
Listening to the endless, seemingly incessant moans, Aunt Zhao tossed and turned on the cold kang, her eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. She had been forced to listen to the live sex show all night, which made her so angry that her internal organs were convulsing.
Zhao Da Niang wasn't the only one eavesdropping under this earthen wall.
On the other side of the earthen wall, Liu Chunhua was crouching down.
Her face was redder than a monkey's bottom; it was hard to tell whether she was angry or ashamed.
In the afternoon, her father, Liu Baoguo, came back with a dark face and told her that Qin Rushan had gotten their marriage certificate. Liu Chunhua immediately exploded.