vstars Chapter 190 The Knowledgeable Young Woman by the Bed
Chapter 190 The Knowledgeable Young Woman by the Bed
Li Ju'an was stunned when he saw the beautiful woman, and realized that she was actually a female educated youth surnamed Qin.
I must say, she does look quite pretty when she smiles like that. The one-year-old baby is already fast asleep in the quilt by the bed.
"Qin family's daughter?"
The female educated youth surnamed Qin responded and continued adding firewood to the stove. Neither of them spoke. Li Ju'an's foot was freezing cold. It must have been from traveling; his feet were sweaty and stiff from the cold. He took off his leggings and boots, and placed his feet on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) to warm them by the fire. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
He had heard Lu Zhiqiang mention the female educated youth in Wangxing Village before. Qin Jiamei'er came from the south and was originally close to two other female educated youths in the village. The other two female educated youths weren't pretty, but they also got married through Secretary Xiong's arrangements. One married a widower who was dirt poor and beat his wife. The other married a crippled bachelor who sold his wife to Zhang Fengzi to work as seahorses to pay off his debts.
In contrast, Qin's younger sister married a young, normal miner who treated her well, which was already considered quite good. Who would have thought that just a few months after their marriage, her miner husband would go down into the mine and never come back up, his fate unknown? She had no choice but to live under the same roof as her husband's father. Three years have passed, and her child is now a year old.
Li Ju'an asked her, "Have you ever thought about going back to the city?"
Qin, the educated youth, suddenly raised her face. Her hair was neatly combed, her skin was fair, and it was clear that she had good features; she must have been a bright and pretty female student in her school days. Now, life in the village had worn down her edges, and her lips looked bitter, with a haggard appearance.
She suddenly giggled, looked at him with her beautiful, watery eyes, and said, "Going back to the city isn't that easy. Will Old Xiong let us go back?"
The "Old Xiong" she was referring to was the brigade secretary, Xiong. The educated youth all called him by that nickname behind his back. The bachelor rate in Wangxing Village was reduced to zero, and Secretary Xiong deserves immense credit for that.
Suddenly, Qin, the educated youth, stood up, sat down on his lap, and took off her coat, then her cotton-padded clothes, and her undergarments...
Li Ju'an stared in astonishment, wondering what was going on.
He looked up at the naked woman and noticed that her skin was exceptionally good. It was smooth, fair, and delicate, and she was also very proactive.
Even though he was wearing a thick sheepskin coat, he could feel her alluring body pressing against his chest through the fabric.
Even a normal man would lose control, and he was no exception.
Qin Zhiqing took the initiative to lift his chin, enthusiastically raising his face, and pressed her body against him. Her voice was weak and feeble as she whispered in his ear, "Li Pao, I heard from my sisters that this can be a very pleasurable thing. I want to try it."
Li Ju'an's blood pressure surged. This woman was actually using him as a tool?
He thought of his miner husband, whose fate was unknown in the mining area, and his fifty-year-old father, who was a philanderer, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
What do you take me for? Just someone to have fun with?
The wind howled outside the window, and the old graves echoed with the footsteps of Huang Daxian, making his thoughts incredibly chaotic. Holding the naked woman in his arms, he felt his mind drifting, his thoughts only focused on the captivating tales of Huang Daxian's ancestors.
Could a stunningly beautiful woman throwing herself into the arms of someone in a wooden cabin on a cold winter night really happen?
To put it bluntly, he's a man too, and lust can take hold. He's never shied away from his inner impulses; he's always faced them head-on. There are good women, bad women, and pitiful women in this world.
Good women are worth cherishing, and bad women shouldn't be wasted. If you encounter a pitiful woman, you must face your own heart. He was inhaling the pleasant scent of the woman and gazing at her alluring beauty, his mind somewhat clouded. He heard the giggling of a woman outside the window, and only one thought occupied his mind: A man's true nature!
Without any hesitation, he couldn't help but roll over, press the weak and powerless woman down, and mount her on his horse.
The woman initially pleaded, occasionally letting out a soft cry, her voice sweet and gentle, characteristic of women from the South. Then, absorbed in her own pleasure, she became somewhat delirious. Suddenly, she screamed and fainted.
When Li Ju'an saw that she had really fainted, with a frozen expression of enjoyment on her face, he quickly finished the battle.
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Snowflakes were falling heavily outside the window. On the warm kang (a heated brick bed), he got up, tied his leggings, put his dried boots back on, and then lit a cigarette at the doorway.
His mind was still in turmoil. Everything had happened so suddenly tonight. He couldn't understand why Qin Zhiqing had suddenly become so enthusiastic and proactive, her personality so drastically changed. According to Wangxingtun and the Lu family, she should be a pitiful and unfortunate woman.
Could it really be the work of Wong Tai Sin, disturbing his thoughts?
But if it wasn't Wong Tai Sin, what did Qin Zhiqing want from him?
What benefits could he possibly offer that would make a sent-down youth want him? He's young, strong, and they can get something for nothing from him?
The thought that he had truly been used as a tool by women filled him with resentment. In his previous life, he was the one indulging in pleasure and debauchery; in this life, things had gotten even worse, with women using him as a tool.
The woman woke up.
When Qin Zhiqing woke up, her voice was soft and sweet, and she didn't seem to be fully conscious. She sat up, wrapped in a quilt, revealing her beautiful, snow-white shoulders, and pleaded softly, "Li Pao, please, please ask the division commander to help me get back to the city."
Li Ju'an was stunned for a moment, then slammed his hammer on the kang table in anger, cursing, "That bastard Sun Weimin came by?"
Besides Sun Weimin, only Lu Zhiqiang and Song Desheng knew about the division commander's son, Chen Xiangqian, pestering him. Lu Zhiqiang was a blabbermouth, and since Sun Weimin had been alone with him, he must have let Sun Weimin know. And now look what happened. Sun Weimin hadn't even had enough of being beaten by his father, Sun Quande, or had his legs broken yet, and he dared to come to Wangxingtun again?
He said angrily, "Next time we shouldn't have saved Sun Weimin. That bastard deserved to be beaten to death by Zhang the Madman."
In the 80s, the wave of returning to the cities swept into Wangxingtun. Qin, a former educated youth, was the first to hear the news on the radio: "Impoverished educated youth can return to the city." She put down the doll she was holding, her eyes shining with excitement. She thought of her family back in the far south, her heart filled with hope.
The door has been opened; as long as there is a policy, there is hope.
The day the news spread that the local authorities were allowing the issuance of household registration for those returning to the city, the offices of security departments in various units were packed with people. Hundreds of educated youth lined up from morning till night.
Qin, a educated youth, stood at the door, bringing a stool to queue up. He ran straight from the fields, not even bothering to wipe the mud off his feet.
An elderly security guard opened the household registration book, picked up a pen, and wrote from eight in the morning until ten at night. His hand trembled, and someone else had to take over. In three days, hundreds of returnee household registrations were issued, but Qin Zhiqing's name was not among them.
She was completely desperate.
She went to Secretary Xiong crying, holding her baby, begging him to add her household registration back to the city. But all she got was a formal, businesslike reply from Secretary Xiong: she had to be an extremely poor educated youth. He asked her how she could prove she was extremely poor.
After being manipulated by the Party Secretary, she could only watch helplessly as the security office door opened and closed again, unable to obtain a letter of return to the city.