Her face was flushed, burning as if it were on fire.

Her heart hammered in her chest like a trapped deer, thumping wildly without stop.

She was nervous.

And also filled with anticipation.

Ever since she had agreed, she had begun to look forward to it. Looking forward to this very moment.

But deep down, she couldn't help but be nervous. After all, this was a first for her.

Ye Fan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sister-in-law Xiaomei, tell me the truth. Did Zhang Dali and your mother-in-law force you to do this?"

"If they forced you, there's no need to give in to them."

"At worst, you can just divorce him."

After all, Ye Fan was an educated man.

Even if he hadn't finished university, he had still attended. He could never accept a backward custom like 'borrowing a seed'.

Wang Xiaomei was beautiful.

Stunning, even!

And her figure was first-class.

If she were single, Ye Fan wouldn't mind getting to know her on a deeper level, perhaps exploring the meaning of life together.

But she was a married woman.

Of course, being married wasn't the main point. The main point was that she was a good, traditional woman who upheld her wifely duties.

She was nothing like Chen Meijiao.

Ye Fan knew perfectly well that Chen Meijiao was a married woman.

Yet he had still engaged in a deep discussion with her about the origins of humanity.

Why?

Because that woman had nothing to do with the words 'good and traditional'.

If you didn't sleep with her, she would just sleep with another man.

But Wang Xiaomei?

A very traditional woman.

Although born in the city, she was now a village wife. If word of this got out, how could she ever hold her head up in public again?

Ye Fan had seen examples in the village of people whose affairs came to light, who, unable to bear the shame, took their own lives.

And if Wang Xiaomei was being forced by her family, then Zhang Dali and his mother were truly inhuman.

Wang Xiaomei bit her red lip.

She desperately wanted to tell Ye Fan that she wasn't being forced, that she was doing this completely of her own free will.

But...

She truly couldn't bring herself to say the words.

If she said it, wouldn't that be telling Ye Fan she wanted to sleep with him?

Seeing her silence, Ye Fan's anger flared even higher. *Damn it, that Zhang Dali. I really misjudged him.*

Ye Fan stood up, his face a mask of fury.

The door was locked from the inside.

Ye Fan yanked it a few times, but it wouldn't budge.

He kicked the door open. With a loud bang, the door flew off its hinges, and Zhang Dali, who had been eavesdropping outside, was sent flying.

"Zhang Dali, I really misjudged you! I'm warning you, if you ever force Sister-in-law Xiaomei to 'borrow a seed' again, I'll beat you to death."

With that, Ye Fan turned and left.

He was going home.

Zhang Dali was completely stunned.

*When did I force Xiaomei?*

"Xiaomei, what on earth is going on? We had it all planned out. How did it turn into us forcing you?"

Wu Cuilan helped Zhang Dali up, and Wang Xiaomei, now dressed, came out from the room.

"Mom, I think Ye Fan must have misunderstood and thought you were forcing me. That's why he got so angry," Wang Xiaomei said. "Ye Fan really is a good person."

Wu Cuilan nodded repeatedly. "I watched Ye Fan grow up. He's sensible, smart, and well-mannered. Forget the village, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone more outstanding than him even in town."

"Here's what I'm thinking."

"Since he misunderstood, we just need to clear it up, right?"

"Maybe Ye Fan couldn't relax in our house, so let's go to his."

"Xiaomei, you go over to Ye Fan's place. Clear things up with him, and to avoid any more delays, you'll get it done tonight."

Wang Xiaomei was shocked. "Me? Just... offer myself to him?"

When Ye Fan had turned and walked away, Wang Xiaomei had thought it was all over.

She never expected her mother-in-law would be this desperate for a grandson.

"Hurry up and go!" Wu Cuilan urged.

"Oh!"

Wang Xiaomei went back to her room, touched up her appearance, and then headed for Ye Fan's house.

Ye Fan was about three parts drunk. He had just gotten home when he noticed the light in Zhou Lin's room was off again.

*Has she gone to bed this early?*

He wanted to chat with her, so he went over and knocked, but there was no answer.

"It's the middle of the night, and she's gone to the Back Mountain again?"

Ye Fan was speechless.

He really didn't know what that woman was doing, going into the mountains every day.

Back in his room, Ye Fan fell onto his bed and was about to sleep.

In a daze, he heard a knock on the door, accompanied by a voice. "Ye Fan, it's me, your Sister-in-law Xiaomei. Are you asleep?"

Ye Fan jolted upright.

*Wang Xiaomei?*

*Why is she here?*

*Don't tell me Zhang Dali beat her and she has nowhere else to go?*

Ye Fan went to open the door.

There stood a meticulously dressed-up Wang Xiaomei. Black stockings paired with heels that were at least seven or eight centimeters high made her seem even taller and more slender.

A tight, hip-hugging miniskirt.

He didn't know if the skirt was a size too small or if it was intentional, but it was incredibly tight.

And incredibly short!

The kind where the slightest bend would reveal everything from behind.

He was sure she wouldn't dare wear something like this out during the day.

It was truly beautiful.

Truly sexy.

But Ye Fan knew he couldn't do this.

Leaving aside whether it was morally permissible, just the fact that she was being forced by Zhang Dali meant he couldn't go through with it.

Ye Fan was furious. "Sister-in-law Xiaomei, did they force you again? You just wait, I'll go..."

This time, Wang Xiaomei was no longer passive. She took the initiative.

Standing at the doorway, she stepped inside, and with a light hook of her high-heeled right foot, she kicked the door shut.

Her eyes, looking at Ye Fan, were filled with a watery tenderness.

Before Ye Fan could finish his sentence, she had already thrown herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Ye Fan, take me!"

It must have taken an immense amount of courage for Xiaomei to say those words.

But she really had no other choice.

She knew she had to do this.

Why?

She was well aware that Wu Cuilan wouldn't let the matter drop. If things didn't work out between her and Ye Fan.

Her mother-in-law would surely find a second man, and a third.

Until she was pregnant.

The thought of being with another man... Wang Xiaomei couldn't accept it.

But if it was Ye Fan...

She was willing!

"Sister-in-law Xiaomei, you're..."

A beautiful woman in his arms—it was impossible for Ye Fan to say he wasn't moved. Especially a great beauty like Wang Xiaomei, who had the face and the figure.

Ye Fan was no saint.

Nor was he some paragon of virtue like Liu Xiahui, capable of remaining completely composed with a woman in his lap.

Spurred on by the alcohol, the last shred of resistance he had vanished in an instant.

His hands cupped her perky bottom, and he lifted her straight up, carrying her towards the bed.

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Wang Xiaomei's face turned beet-red, as if it were on fire.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Fan's neck.

Clinging to him like a sloth on a tree.

*This is the first time I've been held like this!* she thought, blushing furiously.

*So embarrassing!*

Although she was shy, what she felt more was anticipation.

She had a husband, but because he was impotent, she was basically living the life of a widow.

She was a woman.

A woman whose desires were at their peak.

Ever since Ye Fan had saved her from the water during the day, her heart had begun to stir.

Reaching the bed, Ye Fan gently placed Wang Xiaomei down.

At some point, she had already closed her eyes, waiting for Ye Fan to claim her.

But her body was slightly stiff with nervousness.

Ye Fan noticed.

"This woman... this can't be her first time, can it?"