The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

The next day.

Lin Dachun's injuries have improved a lot, but he still needs to recuperate from both external and internal wounds.

The money Scarface gave wasn't enough to go to the police station to demand the person's release.

Lin Dachun thought of someone.

Aunt Zhou had approached him before, saying she had a business opportunity that was a quick way to make money.

He scoffed at it and refused outright.

Now, driven to the brink, his thoughts have undergone a subtle yet dangerous shift.

"I'm going out again today, don't worry about me."

The kang (heated brick bed) still retained the warmth from last night in the early morning.

Sleeping on this kang (heated brick bed) with Li Ruoxue was incredibly blissful and exciting, even a little thrilling.

He couldn't afford to miss out on this kind of time in his life.

"Won't he be in any danger?" Li Ruoxue looked at the mature, steady man in front of her, who was busy with his family's affairs, and felt a little guilty.

"Don't worry, I won't this time." Lin Dachun didn't want Li Ruoxue to know that he might be doing something shameful.

When Aunt Zhou saw Lin Dachun, she was first surprised, then a knowing and slightly smug look appeared on her face. She lowered her voice and said, "Brother Dachun, you've thought it through? I knew it. With your build and appearance... the Qian family is no ordinary family. A little bit of money between their fingers would be enough for us to live on for a while."

"Will this work out? When will we get the money?" Lin Dachun asked.

"You think it's that simple? Let me tell you the truth, I've already introduced quite a few men to Master Qian, and he's rejected them all." Aunt Zhou leaned against the wall, cracking a few melon seeds in her hand.

"This job requires an interview? And it's Mr. Qian who's conducting the interview?" Lin Dachun felt embarrassed.

"Nonsense, this is to continue the Qian family line. If he's not interviewing someone, who is he interviewing? Your awareness is too low. The Qian family has a high level of awareness. He's not afraid of people gossiping, but he still wants to continue the Qian family line with a good one, understand?" Aunt Zhou said realistically.

Lin Dachun composed himself, and after Aunt Zhou's explanation, it seemed to make sense.

The wealthy are more enlightened.

"Actually, your family is the same; there's no need for Xue to live a life of widowhood," Aunt Zhou casually remarked.

"Alright, I'll go to the Qian family this morning and get back to you this afternoon. This matter must be kept secret." Aunt Zhou is quite reliable when it comes to these kinds of things.

"Okay." Lin Dachun nodded.

"If anyone asks if you went to work at the Qian family's house, or if you were seen doing anything, just say you were keeping the young mistress company," Aunt Zhou reminded her one last time. After saying that, she closed the door and headed towards the Qian family's house.

During this half-day, Lin Dachun washed himself, especially his hair, which he washed twice with soap, and also dried his body.

Because of the wound, it was Li Ruoxue who helped clean it.

Finally, I changed into an outfit that I usually wouldn't wear, only when visiting relatives and friends or on holidays.

"What are you dressed like that for? Going on a blind date?" Li Ruoxue asked.

"No."

"You were dressed like this when you first came to see me, don't you think I don't know?" Li Ruoxue said with a smile.

"I only have this one outfit, and I wear it when I go out to meet people," Lin Dachun joked.

"Yes, respectable."

Under Aunt Zhou's arrangement, I arrived at Master Qian's cave dwelling with a mix of feelings of shame.

Master Qian was from Qianjiapo, a neighboring village.

The exterior of this large cave dwelling is decorated with blue bricks, with high walls and deep courtyards, giving it an impressive appearance.

Mr. Qian sat upright in the center, with no one else around.

When he saw Lin Dachun, his brows furrowed.

"Matchmaker Zhou, aren't you getting a bit too old?" Master Qian glanced at her and immediately sensed that she was getting on in years.

"I'm not old, only forty. I've worked all year round, so I just look older. Hehe," Aunt Zhou explained.

"The quality of the people you introduce is getting worse and worse." Old Master Qian clearly looked down on Lin Dachun: "He's almost as old as me, more like a father."

"Oh my, as long as he can have a baby, that's all that matters. Look at these muscles! Since he's already here, why don't we let Miss Su meet him?" Aunt Zhou's mouth, she's a matchmaker, she brings all sorts of people here.

Let's bring him over to meet us first, regardless of the success rate.

This phrase, "Since we're already here," is useful anywhere.

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Mr. Qian asked again.

"No, it's perfectly clean," Aunt Zhou explained.

"Alright then." Old Master Qian waved his hand, his brows furrowed. At least he could still find Lin Dachun's physique acceptable—tall and imposing, with a muscular build and a charismatic, fierce demeanor.

The only problem is that he's really quite old; you could easily call him brother.

Even Mr. Qian was a little envious.

"Go in and chat with them politely. I've already made arrangements for you, so don't worry," Aunt Zhou said mysteriously.

Lin Dachun was still thinking, what's the point of making arrangements beforehand? Does that woman even care about your feelings?

Lin Dachun went around to the side kiln.

This is a separate cave dwelling with a separate kang (heated brick bed) and all the furniture you could need; it looks like the home of a wealthy family.

Aunt Zhou knocked on the door from the outside and said softly, "Miss Su, it's me, Mrs. Zhou. I've brought you a man. Master Qian has agreed to it, and we're just waiting for your nod."

"Let him in."

A faint sound came from inside.

"Go in, be polite, don't be rude. That girl is from a respectable family, a young lady from a wealthy household," Aunt Zhou explained.

"I have no confidence. I'm just a rough guy, and a decrepit old man at that." Lin Dachun originally thought this quick money would be easy to earn, but now it seems that there is no such thing as a free lunch. Jobs that bring in money usually have high barriers to entry.

"Don't worry, I've already spoken to them," Aunt Zhou said mysteriously.

She made a point of emphasizing a second time that she had already given her greetings.

What kind of instructions did Aunt Zhou give that made her so confident?