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

After Jiang Weihai left, Shi Peiran gave Sun Yongxian a wink.

Sun Yongxian immediately pulled Zhuang Qingxiang aside to whisper something.

"Sister Zhuang, what's going on? Is that Jiang Weihai interested in you?"

"I already made things clear with him, it shouldn't be that bad." Zhuang Qingxiang wasn't that narcissistic. She was just a rural widow with two children, and most people wouldn't be interested in her.

Jiang Weihai has culinary skills, a regular job, and can earn extra money.

Even if a man like this has been married before and his wife has died, he will never lack partners, and it won't be difficult for him to find a virgin.

Based on Jiang Weihai's personality, Zhuang Qingxiang is more inclined to believe that Master Jiang made him do this in order to obtain her cooking secrets.

Although she didn't actually have any secret recipe...

Sun Yongxian stared at her in shock: "Sister Zhuang, don't you know how beautiful you are?"

That face, that chest, that waist, that butt...

If even a man were to fall for her, what cooking recipe could compare to her beauty?

Sun Yongxian not only talked, but also touched him, touching this and that, causing Zhuang Qingxiang to blush and dodge away.

She was really uncomfortable with such intimate gestures, even with women.

Sun Yongxian chuckled and said to Shi Peiran on the way home, "My Sister Zhuang is just too good for me. Jiang Weihai is not good enough for her. Do you know anyone suitable? Introduce her to Sister Zhuang."

Shi Peiran looked at her like she was an idiot: "Do I need to introduce myself?"

"Why not use it? Sister Zhuang takes care of the children and rarely leaves the house. How would she have the chance to meet outstanding men? Besides, the fat and ugly ones won't do."

Shi Peiran: "You already know that she has Director Lu, don't you?"

Both of them noticed that Director Lu's attitude towards Zhuang Qingxiang was different, but were they pretending not to know?

Sun Yongxian pouted: "I now feel that Director Lu is not good enough for my Sister Zhuang. If he really cared, he wouldn't have disappeared for so long and let Jiang Weihai pester Sister Zhuang..."

Listen to this, is this even human language?

That's Factory Director Lu!

He's still a virgin who's never been married, so how can he not be a good match for Zhuang Qingxiang?

After the guests left, Zhuang Qingxiang's house became quiet. She tidied up the house and kitchen, played with the children for a while, and it was quite late when she went to bed.

But for some reason, Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't sleep soundly.

So much so that she would open her eyes with a start at the slightest sound.

At first, she thought she was dreaming, but the rustling noises continued until she realized that she wasn't dreaming and that someone was trying to open her doors and windows.

Zhuang Qingxiang quietly slipped her hand under the pillow and gripped the kitchen knife tightly.

Lately, she's been hiding scissors and a kitchen knife under her pillow every night when she sleeps, for no reason other than to get a good night's sleep.

The commotion at the door grew louder. Zhuang Qingxiang sat up, gripping the kitchen knife, and shouted, "Who's there?!"

The sound suddenly stopped.

The night seemed even quieter, eerily quiet.

Soon, there was another noise coming from the window.

Zhuang Qingxiang was on edge, recalling the cowshed from her past life.

The cowshed couldn't stop people; they easily sneaked in.

Back then, she worked in the fields during the day to earn work points and also had to take care of three children. She was so tired that she slept like a dead dog and was only woken up when someone pressed her down on her.

She lives in the factory now, and there are security guards on duty at night, so why would this happen?

Are the people outside the same ones from a past life?

Fear and hatred drove Zhuang Qingxiang to the point of being somewhat erratic.

She wanted to know how many people were outside, and how many she could kill...

Zhuang Qingxiang stopped talking, gripped the kitchen knife tightly, quietly got out of bed, and stood silently at the door.

Peeking out from behind a corner of the curtain hanging on the door, two figures swayed in the moonlight.

Zhuang Qingxiang checked carefully and confirmed that there were only two.

Even if there were only two of them, she couldn't beat them.

In her anxiety, Zhuang Qingxiang heard a click from the window.

All the blood in my body rushed to my head.

She knew she couldn't let those two people come in through the window; if the three children fell into their hands, she wouldn't be able to protect herself or the children.

Zhuang Qingxiang immediately opened the door and shouted loudly, "Thief! Catch the thief!"

The sound shattered the silence of the night, carrying a chilling sense of desolation. If someone living in the family compound had lived there, they would surely have been awakened and come out to investigate by now. But this was just an old warehouse in a corner.

I don't know if I can get anyone to come even if I shout until I'm hoarse.

Zhuang Qingxiang did not pin her hopes of escape on shouting. She heard the two men cursing, then abandoned the window and ran straight to the door.

As soon as the figure approached, Zhuang Qingxiang slashed at the nearest one without hesitation.

This strike was imbued with hatred and was incredibly fierce.

Even though the man sensed something was wrong and turned his head to dodge, Zhuang Qingxiang still managed to slash his shoulder with a knife.

"Damn it, you bitch!" the man yelled, clutching his shoulder and taking two steps back.

The person behind him revealed himself and reached out to grab Zhuang Qingxiang.

It's Chen Lao Er!

Zhuang Qingxiang recognized the demonic voice, and boundless hatred stained her eyes red.

She slashed at the outstretched hand with her knife again.

Chen Lao Er easily dodged, even scoffing, "Is that all you've got? I'm not even afraid of a woodcutter's knife, why would I be afraid of your kitchen knife? You, surnamed Zhuang, you'd better go inside and serve me obediently, and I'll let you go if I'm satisfied, otherwise... don't forget about the three kids in your house!"

"Chen Lao Er, and me too! This bitch slashed me, I'll kill her!" The man behind him shouted angrily, clutching his shoulder. It was the one surnamed Feng.

Two beasts!

Zhuang Qingxiang's hand gripping the kitchen knife trembled slightly; she was certain she couldn't handle two people at the same time.

"You come in, he can't come in!" Zhuang Qingxiang's voice softened instantly, becoming soft and alluring.

Chen Lao Er's eyes lit up: "Okay, if you let me in obediently, I won't let him in."

"Chen Lao Er, what nonsense are you spouting?" The man surnamed Feng protested immediately upon hearing this.

Zhuang Qingxiang's voice softened even more, as gentle as water: "Really? You swear..."

Chen Lao Er couldn't wait to push the door open and pin the woman down. He said impatiently, "I swear, if I let him in, I'll be hit by a car and die as soon as I leave."

Since he didn't have a car to go out in, he wasn't guilty at all.

Zhuang Qingxiang then stepped aside and said softly, "Then you can come in by yourself."

Chen Lao Er didn't go in immediately, but just chuckled and said, "Then you'll have to throw away the kitchen knife."

Zhuang Qingxiang threw the kitchen knife directly on the ground.

With a clang, Chen Lao Er excitedly squeezed through the door, but as he closed it behind him, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Zhuang Qingxiang gripped the scissors in her left hand and stabbed them hard into his stomach.

"You...you filthy woman!"

Chen Lao Er slapped Zhuang Qingxiang, sending her staggering back several steps.

Zhuang Qingxiang felt dizzy and lightheaded, but she still gripped the scissors tightly and charged at Chen Lao Er.

Chen Lao Er clutched his stomach with one hand and kicked Zhuang Qingxiang in the stomach with the other.

"Feng Tian, ​​get in here and kill this woman!" he roared angrily.