Chapter Seventeen: The Man Who Is My Sister’s Lover

At this moment, Wang Dagou was utterly despairing. He could neither fight nor flee. He truly felt the weight of his years pressing down on him.

“Wait! Don’t come any closer! I’m telling you, don’t come closer—hitting someone is against the law!”
Unexpectedly, Wang Dagou, faced with helplessness, began wielding the law as his shield.

“I warn you, young man, don’t be reckless. Don’t break the laws of the country.”
“If you dare do anything to me, I’ll call the police right away.”
He brandished his phone, sitting on the ground and threatening Lu Hao.

Lu Hao sneered, “Heh, you still want to call the police now? Are you even worthy? Do you think the police will stand by your side?”

Hearing this, Wang Dagou grew agitated.
“I happen to know Sun Wenguo, and Village Chief Zhou Qiang. You’d better think carefully before crossing me, or you’ll regret it!”

“How dare you spew nonsense!” Lu Hao kicked the phone from Wang Dagou’s hand.

“You’ve already committed attempted rape. If the police come, you’ll be worse off than me!”

“What are you trying to do!” Wang Dagou was now completely panicked.
He shrank into the corner, terrified of Lu Hao.

“Don’t come any closer!”
“I’m begging you, I was wrong, I was wrong—please don’t break my legs.”
Suddenly, he knelt on the ground, pleading with Lu Hao.
He muttered something about mercy, saying that Lu Hao had once dated his niece, so surely he wouldn’t beat up her uncle.

“I drank too much horse urine today, it’s my fault, I’m sick. I swear I’ll never dare again.”
“And if word of today’s events gets out, I’m afraid Sister Cuihua’s reputation will suffer too.”
He sobbed as he spoke, as though deeply wronged.

On hearing this, Zhao Cuihua realized Wang Dagou had a point. After much effort, she had finally shaken off some old infamy.
If her reputation were ruined again by Wang Dagou, it would be disastrous.

So she tried to persuade Lu Hao, “Lu Hao, perhaps we should let it go, just teach him a lesson.”
“There’s no need to make a big scene, otherwise…”

Lu Hao listened, understanding that Zhao Cuihua was worried about her reputation.

A sharp slap—Lu Hao stepped forward and kicked Wang Dagou.

“Consider yourself lucky today, old dog. Otherwise, I’d have broken your leg.”

Wang Dagou hurriedly begged for mercy, “Yes, yes, you’re magnanimous—please spare me, I’ll never dare again.”

“Get out!” Lu Hao ordered.

Wang Dagou staggered out of the house.
The moment he left the courtyard and stood at the gate, his expression changed dramatically.
A look of venomous resentment appeared on his face.
He pointed at Lu Hao and Zhao Cuihua inside the house and shouted, “Damn you! Lu Hao, that dog, and Zhao Cuihua!”

“You adulterous pair, just you wait!”
“I’ll have Zhou Run and Young Sun kill you both sooner or later!”

Lu Hao was furious and chased after him, “You old dog, don’t run, just you wait!”

But Wang Dagou, knowing Lu Hao’s strength, was already gone without a trace.
Lu Hao gave chase but couldn’t find him.

“That Wang Dagou really is a vicious cur!”
Lu Hao cursed as he returned to the courtyard.

When Lu Hao finally made his way back to the room, he sensed an unusually ambiguous atmosphere between himself and Zhao Cuihua.
Especially as he looked closely, he noticed two buttons on Zhao Cuihua’s chest had somehow come undone.
The surging whiteness was revealed without reservation before his eyes.
Those proud peaks exerted a powerful allure over him.

“Something’s wrong…” Lu Hao muttered quietly.

He distinctly recalled her buttons were fastened when he left.
How had they come undone so quickly?

Zhao Cuihua saw Lu Hao’s burning gaze and felt a little uneasy. “You’re back—did Wang Dagou leave?”

“He’s gone, Sister-in-law,” Lu Hao nodded.

Zhao Cuihua crooked her finger, beckoning, “Come, sit beside me.”

Lu Hao was momentarily stunned, looking at her face as delicate as a white peony, swallowing hard.
He walked forward as Zhao Cuihua had invited.

A blush rose on Zhao Cuihua’s cheeks, making her even more beautiful.

Suddenly, Zhao Cuihua boldly took Lu Hao’s hand.
Her eyes were filled with heat and frankness. “Lu Hao, be honest with me—have you ever felt anything for me?”

Faced with this sudden intimacy from the lovely widow, Lu Hao found himself unable to resist.

“Sister Cuihua…” He could sense the hidden implication in her words.
He wasn’t quite prepared for this.

Taking in her slender figure and full curves, Lu Hao mustered his courage.

“Sister Cuihua, you’re so beautiful, your figure is amazing, and you’ve always stood up for me.”
“What man wouldn’t like you?”

Hearing this, Zhao Cuihua’s blush deepened. She looked at him seriously. “Then would you be willing to be my man?”

Lu Hao was stunned. “But, Sister Cuihua, I don’t know what the future holds.”
“If you follow me, you might suffer—I don’t know.”

He sighed. He coveted Zhao Cuihua’s body, but that didn’t mean he was without principles.
If he took advantage of her affection now, he’d possess her, but if he ever changed his heart, who would Zhao Cuihua—a widow—turn to?

Moreover, if she wanted to marry him in the future, his parents would never accept it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Cuihua took his hand and placed it over her heart.

“Listen to my heartbeat—it beats only for you.”
“Are you afraid I’ll cling to you, wanting a name or status? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything so foolish.”
“I know what kind of person I am, and I’m not worthy of you.”

As she spoke, her eyes grew misty.

“I’m already a widow, so I won’t hope for anything more.”

Lu Hao was startled. “Sister Cuihua, don’t misunderstand. That’s not what I meant. I don’t look down on you.”

“I know, I won’t trouble you. I’ll only be the man behind you.” She lifted her head, eyes brimming with loneliness.

“Be my man.” At that moment, her clothes slipped from her shoulders.