Is there something wrong with my ears?

There must be something wrong with my ears.

Xiaomei is his wife, how could this be possible?

If it's not my ears, then I must be hallucinating.

Ye Fan didn't take it seriously.

"Brother Dali, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch that," Ye Fan asked.

"Xiaofan, I'm saying, I hope you can sleep with my Xiaomei, just for tonight. If you can do me this favor, I'll spend my next life as your beast of burden to repay you."

Zhang Dali was a simple, honest farmer.

He wasn't one to beat around the bush.

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He looked into Ye Fan's eyes, his gaze almost pleading.

As if terrified Ye Fan would refuse.

Ye Fan shot up from his stool, staring at Zhang Dali in utter disbelief.

So, it wasn't my ears after all?

He really wants me to... with Xiaomei?

But why?

Could it be, Zhang Dali, that you have this kind of fetish?

Some of those little Japanese films have similar plots, where some cuckolds specifically find other men to...

Has Zhang Dali been watching too many Japanese movies?

"Brother Dali!"

"I, Ye Fan, may not be a saint, but I could never do something like this."

"And another thing, don't ever bring this up again."

"Sister-in-law Xiaomei is your wife. A wife is meant to be cherished and loved, not used to satisfy some special fetish of yours."

Ye Fan spoke with righteous indignation.

He never would have thought Zhang Dali was this kind of person.

He had completely misjudged him.

Beside them, Wang Xiaomei kept her head down, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, looking deeply embarrassed.

When she heard Ye Fan say "a wife is meant to be cherished and loved," it was impossible for her not to be moved.

*Such a good man who dotes on his wife... why can't I ever meet someone like that?*

After speaking his mind, Ye Fan had no intention of dealing with Zhang Dali any longer.

A man who would treat his wife as a tool to satisfy his own special fetish, who so disrespected women, was not worth getting close to.

Zhang Dali grabbed Ye Fan. "Xiaofan, you've misunderstood me."

"Let me be honest with you. I, Zhang Dali, have no other choice. That's why I'm begging you. I can't have children. I've lost my... male function."

These words were truly difficult to say.

But Zhang Dali knew he had to say it. If he didn't, Ye Fan wouldn't help.

"You know my family. We've only had a single heir for generations. Before my father passed away, he held my hand and told me I had to continue the family line, that I couldn't let it die out."

"But I can't have children."

"I've seen countless doctors, both Chinese and Western medicine, but none of them could cure me."

"So, I came to you... because I want to borrow your seed!"

Ye Fan's eyes widened. Borrow... his seed?

It wasn't that Ye Fan had never heard of such things. In fact, he had seen it happen before, right here in the village.

This was the countryside, and the older generation's thinking was still quite traditional.

Nothing was more important than carrying on the family line.

Ye Fan glanced at Wang Xiaomei.

He saw her face was flushed bright red, her cheeks crimson, though it was hard to tell if it was from embarrassment or the alcohol.

His mind involuntarily drifted back to the scene by the river earlier that day.

Although Sister-in-law Xiaomei wasn't one of the village's "Four Beauties"...

...that was only because the "Four Beauties" had already been established by the time she married into the village.

But in terms of looks or figure, she was in no way inferior to them.

In fact, the mature charm she possessed, refined by time, was something a young girl like Jiang Xinyan couldn't possibly compare to.

And yet, she was more tender than a woman like Chen Meijiao, who had already given birth.

A woman like her was undoubtedly a goddess in the eyes of countless men.

Who knew how many men in the village harbored designs on her.

"No!"

After thinking it over, Ye Fan still decided he couldn't help. It was understandable that they wanted to continue their family line, but not at the expense of Sister-in-law Xiaomei.

With a thud, Zhang Dali dropped to his knees.

Wu Cuilan knelt down along with him.

"Brother Dali, Auntie Cuilan, what are you doing? Get up, quickly."

Ye Fan rushed over to help them up.

But Zhang Dali wouldn't budge. "Xiaofan, I'm begging you, please!"

Wu Cuilan also pleaded tearfully, "Xiaofan, you don't want to see our old Zhang family line end like this, do you? I considered many candidates for a long time, and in the end, I decided to ask you for help."

"You're handsome!"

"You have good character!"

"And you're smart, the best student in the village."

Being praised like this, Ye Fan felt a little giddy.

*Am I really that outstanding in your eyes?*

"This old woman has never kneeled to anyone in my entire life. I'm begging you, you must agree. Otherwise, I won't get up."

No matter how Ye Fan tried to lift them, they refused to get up.

He was out of options.

Ye Fan could only say, "Alright, I agree. But my agreement is useless. Sister-in-law Xiaomei has to agree too."

Ye Fan thought to himself, *There's no way Wang Xiaomei would agree to something so ridiculous, right?*

However, just as the words left Ye Fan's mouth, Wang Xiaomei's voice drifted over. "This is what I think... As a daughter-in-law of the Zhang family, I have a duty to continue its lineage."

"So, I... I'm willing..."

Her last two words, "I'm willing," were as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.

But Ye Fan's hearing was too good now.

Having cultivated the Chaos Art, Ye Fan's physical constitution had strengthened, and both his hearing and vision had improved significantly.

After saying this, her face burned as if on fire. Not daring to look Ye Fan in the eye, she shyly ran back to her room.

Ye Fan stared at her retreating back, his eyes wide. She... she agreed?

Ye Fan had been looking for an excuse to refuse.

How could he have ever imagined that Wang Xiaomei would actually agree?

Now it was Ye Fan's turn to be in a bind.

What should he do?

While Ye Fan was still trying to figure out how to refuse, Zhang Dali and Wu Cuilan had already gotten up and were half-pushing, half-shoving him into the room.

Then, they bolted the door from the outside.

Inside the room, the light was dim. The main light was off, with only a small, orange-red night lamp on the bedside table casting a faint glow.

On the stool by the bed, Wang Xiaomei's clothes were neatly folded.

As for her, she was lying on the bed, covered by a blanket, with only her head peeking out.