The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Chapter 95: Chapter 94: My Wife Loves Money More Than Me

”What are you so happy about?”

Leng Yuan looked at the little woman’s beaming face and couldn’t help but feel a little helpless.

’Seems like my wife loves money more than she loves me.’

’She’s never this passionate with me.’

Leng Yuan calmly took the bankbook from Gu Jiaojiao’s hands, locked it in a drawer, and gave her the key.

”Staring at it at night is bad for your eyes. Look at it tomorrow.”

Gu Jiaojiao glanced at the sky outside. It was still bright. The grain distribution had ended late, so they’d gotten back around two in the afternoon. After cooking and eating, it was now four-something, not quite five o’clock at most.

Before Gu Jiaojiao could figure out what was happening, her world went dark.

The next moment, she was pinned beneath him.

”Leng Yuan, it’s still daytime.”

Gu Jiaojiao’s face flushed red. This man... he actually wanted to... during the day.

Leng Yuan threw back the covers and draped them over the two of them.

”It’s dark now.”

Gu Jiaojiao was helpless. In certain matters, this man was unbelievably assertive, showing none of his usual gentleness or consideration.

”Lock the door.”

”Already locked.”

Outside.

Chen JianShe sauntered over, wanting to ask Brother Leng to go hunting in the mountains.

The busy farming season was finally over, and he could at last catch his breath. His only wish was to eat some meat, so he’d come looking for his Brother Leng to make that wish come true.

Just as he reached the gate, he saw Feng Ergou lurking furtively to the side. With a shifty, rat-like expression, he was pressed against the main gate, straining to peek inside.

’This Feng Ergou is a real piece of work!’

Chen JianShe glanced around, then hid behind a wall, intending to see what the bastard was up to.

Feng Ergou was beyond frustrated.

He had made a bet with Leng Qingtian earlier and wanted to come stake the place out. But the Leng Family’s walls were nearly three meters high; he couldn’t even jump that high, so he couldn’t see a thing.

So, he moved to the main gate.

This large iron gate, made by Leng Yuan himself, was over two meters tall. He still couldn’t see over it.

Left with no choice, he moved closer to the seam between the gates.

He found a slightly larger crack and was just about to see what Leng Yuan was doing when Chen JianShe silently crept up behind him and slapped him hard on the back.

”AHH!”

Startled, Feng Ergou let out a shriek and fell flat on his butt.

Chen JianShe’s face was stern. ”Feng Ergou, what are you doing at my Brother Leng’s gate?”

When Feng Ergou saw it was Chen JianShe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

’Thank God it’s not Leng Yuan.’

But on second thought, ’Chen JianShe is so close to Leng Yuan, he definitely won’t let me off either.’

Feng Ergou’s eyes darted around as he stammered, unable to speak.

Chen JianShe braced one hand against the wall and clenched the other into a fist, silently displaying his iron-like strength.

Feng Ergou was scared.

”I-I wasn’t doing anything, nothing at all! I have something to do, so I’ll be going now.”

With that said, he tried to make a run for it.

But Chen JianShe was quick, grabbing him by his clothes.

”Not so fast! Come on, let’s you and I have a good chat.”

Feng Ergou struggled desperately. ”Who’s your brother? I have nothing to say to you!”

’We walk different paths.’

Chen JianShe turned a deaf ear, simply grabbing Feng Ergou and dragging him away.

By the time he had beaten Feng Ergou into submission, he saw that it was getting late and headed straight home.

He decided he would look for Brother Leng tomorrow.

Feng Ergou waited a long while after Chen JianShe left before emerging from a corner, clutching his bruised eye and limping on one leg.

He was on the verge of tears.

All he wanted to do was scout out the enemy. Not only did he not see anything, but he was also caught by Chen JianShe, who dragged him away for a brutal beating without a second word.

’What right did Chen JianShe have to hit me?’

SOB, SOB, SOB!!!

’I feel so wronged! I want to cry!’