A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Zhuang Qingxiang's legs were already weak when she left home.

She had to pinch her arms and thighs hard to stay awake with the pain.

To her utter surprise, not long after she left home, someone suddenly jumped out of the shadows, grabbed her, and dragged her into the shadows.

Zhuang Qingxiang's scream was covered by the man's hand, and she could hear the man's rapid breathing in her ear.

The fear of dying in her past life instantly enveloped her, and for a moment she even stopped breathing.

Will she die tonight, just like in her past life?

Fortunately, their daughter and son are not here, so they can survive.

but……

Zhuang Qingxiang suddenly began to struggle.

She can't die. Yueyue is only five years old, and her son is less than a hundred days old. She has no husband's family and no family of her own. If she dies, those two children will have no way to survive.

Zhuang Qingxiang wants to live.

The courage to live dispelled the fear etched into her bones, and she fought back like a madwoman, scratching, grabbing, biting... she used every trick she could think of.

"Damn it, you bitch, let go of me!" the man finally cursed.

Zhuang Qingxiang gripped the man's ear tightly with her five fingers, her nails digging into his flesh as if she wanted to dig the ear out by the roots.

She had her back to the man; that was the only thing she could hold onto, and once she did, she never let go.

Meanwhile, the nails of her other hand dug into the back of the man's hand.

She hated it; she wished her fingernails were knives that could pierce through that filthy hand.

The man cursed under his breath, and the arm that had been around her waist now tightened around her neck.

Zhuang Qingxiang did not change her target; instead, she pressed her fingers even harder into the man's flesh.

She could feel the changes in her body; she seemed to be craving something. The man's touch made her feel nauseous, yet her body rejoiced.

She had to exert even more effort to keep herself from going limp.

"Damn it, you bitch, let go!" the man cried out in pain.

Zhuang Qingxiang tasted the blood in her mouth, and she kept biting the flesh inside her mouth, the pain helping her regain her senses.

Finally, the man couldn't take it anymore and threw Zhuang Qingxiang away like a broken sack.

Zhuang Qingxiang felt herself crash heavily to the ground. She groaned and was about to scream for help when she saw a man rushing towards her.

Without thinking, she grabbed whatever her right hand was touching and slammed it hard against the figure's head.

"Ah—" A scream rang out in the darkness, and then the person swayed twice and fell to the ground.

Zhuang Qingxiang only paused for a second before getting up and smashing down on the figure again.

She didn't know where she hit him, but she knew she couldn't let him recover; she had to hit him until he couldn't get up anymore.

After smashing it countless times, the figure remained motionless and silent. Only then did Zhuang Qingxiang realize what she had done. She hurriedly dropped the half brick in her hand, struggled to her feet, and staggered home.

No! I can't go home!

Zhuang Qingxiang gave up on going home after only a few steps.

She'll frighten the child if she goes back like this, and her health is getting worse.

Zhuang Qingxiang staggered, her increasingly confused mind now filled with only one thought: she needed to find someone to save her life... Only Director Lu could save her!

Lu Congyue was sleeping on the wire bed.

He slept on the kang (a heated brick bed) in the inner room for two days before moving directly back to the small wire bed in the main room.

No matter what, he could only go back to sleep after the scent of his own, which no longer belonged to him, had dissipated from the kang (heated brick bed).

He didn't sleep well; his chaotic dreams came one after another, and he would be startled awake by noise.

He suddenly sat up and rushed out of the house.

"Who?!" he shouted at the door.

Then he heard a faint cry that sent chills down his spine.

Lu Congyue quickly opened the door, and a figure fell into his arms, burning hot to the touch.

"Zhuang Qingxiang?" Lu Congyue quickly helped her up and called out in a low voice.

"Director Lu..." Upon smelling the familiar scent, Zhuang Qingxiang's guard and restraint instantly crumbled.

She wanted something, perhaps a sense of security, or perhaps the man in front of her.

Lu Congyue sensed something was wrong and quickly tried to bring her inside, but as soon as he let go, Zhuang Qingxiang collapsed to the ground like a limp noodle.

He had to quickly support her, but she seized the opportunity to press herself against him. Her warm breath, mixed with the sweet scent of milk, filled his nostrils, and even holding his breath, he couldn't ignore her presence.

Lu Congyue's sharp eyes immediately swept around the doorway. After confirming that no one was there, he simply picked the person up, closed the door, and strode into the house.

The woman who was being hugged took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, and even raised her head to rub against his neck and face, her breath incredibly hot.

Lu Congyue guessed what was going on and immediately turned on the lights after entering the house.

As the dim light came on, the woman's beautiful face, as delicate as a peach blossom, came into view.

Her fair skin had a rosy glow, and her eyes were moist as if they held dewdrops or were covered with a layer of mist, making her look incredibly charming.

Perhaps her eyes were irritated by the sudden bright light, she snuggled into his arms, murmuring something, her hands becoming increasingly restless.

Lu Congyue quickly put her down, then pressed her hand down, frowning as he asked, "Zhuang Qingxiang, can you hear me? What did you eat?"

"Waaah..." A soft sob escaped the woman's lips, filled with pleading, "Help me... please..."

Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of him, Lu Congyue simply released the person and quickly grabbed a basin to fetch water.

At this point, she had to rely on cold water to stay awake.

However, when he finished fetching water and went inside, he realized that he had made a huge mistake.

He should have tied the person up first before going to fetch water, then...

The woman before him was half-undressed, revealing large patches of rosy skin. She even lay on his wire bed, twisting and turning, the creaking of the wire bed echoing in the empty night.

Lu Congyue abruptly looked away, put down the washbasin, grabbed his blanket, and covered the person with it.

However, in the short time he wet the towel, she kicked off the blanket.

Lu Congyue's throat tightened, and he hurriedly covered the person again, pressing down hard on her shoulders to prevent her from moving, while his other hand covered her face with the towel.

"Ugh..." The soaked towel blocked her mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation quickly plunged the dazed Zhuang Qingxiang back into a nightmare. She struggled desperately.

Lu Congyue finally managed to find a moment to wipe her face and neck with a towel, and asked, "Zhuang Qingxiang, wake up!"

Zhuang Qingxiang regained her senses for a moment. She stared at Lu Congyue, but after a while, she was controlled by instinct again. She raised her head and tried to get closer to him, while making pleading noises and crying.

Lu Congyue could tell she was in great pain, but he couldn't spare a hand at the moment.

The moment he loosened his grip, she would throw off the covers and pounce on him.

Lu Congyue is not the type to take advantage of others in distress. He had encountered similar situations before, but he could kick people out of the house without hesitation.

But this woman in front of me...

Damn it, who gave her dirty medicine?

At this moment, Zhuang Qingxiang struggled to reach out from under the covers and touched his chest directly.