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

Inside the boudoir sat an elegant and beautiful woman.

She was dressed in red; she truly looked like a lady from a distinguished family.

This is Mr. Qian's daughter-in-law, Su Wanrong.

She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and indeed, as Aunt Zhou said, she was very beautiful.

With fair skin, delicate features, and wearing a light purple silk cheongsam, she had a slender figure and a gentle temperament tinged with a subtle melancholy.

His eyes, however, seemed somewhat vacant and lifeless.

She paused slightly when she saw Lin Dachun standing in the kiln, tall but poorly dressed, with bruises still visible on his face. A complex emotion flashed across her eyes.

There is curiosity, scrutiny, and perhaps even a touch of melancholy from shared suffering?

This man was unlike any other man she had ever met before.

The ones before were all young men, skinny, shy, and handsome.

But this man was older, more composed, and had dark skin.

In terms of age, Lin Dachun is definitely no match for them.

But older men have their own unique charm and masculinity.

Some women simply prefer older men; they find the mature, steady charm of a "big brother" more masculine.

Su Wanrong was one such example.

"You... were you introduced by Aunt Zhou?" Su Wanrong asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of Wu dialect, which seemed out of place among the women of this small northwestern town.

Lin Dachun nodded somewhat awkwardly, unsure of how to address him, and only said in a stiff, soft voice, "Yes, my name is Lin Dachun."

Su Wanrong looked him up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment on the injuries on his face and his muscular physique.

Lin Dachun stood there feeling a little awkward.

I don't know how to take the initiative or what to do.

"Why did you come?" Su Wanrong asked.

"I need money," Lin Dachun replied sincerely.

This answer surprised Su Wanrong quite a bit.

Because the other men who came for the interview didn't give that answer.

"You're quite honest. I'll have to interview you then." Su Wanrong looked up and glanced at Lin Dachun.

"I'm a rough man, I've never been to school, I don't know anything about the Four Books and Five Classics or Tang poetry, I only know how to farm, chop wood, and do manual labor, I really can't handle any exams." Lin Dachun thought to himself, this Master Qian is not only a businessman, but his wife is also a scholar.

Mr. Qian and his wife belonged to the Shangshu Union.

This family could be considered half a scholarly family.

Looking at Su Wanrong, she had deep eyes, an extraordinary temperament, and was a woman of great talent and wisdom.

"You've misunderstood. I don't care whether you've been to school or not. Didn't Aunt Zhou greet you?" Su Wanrong asked carefully.

This tone and manner of speaking are completely unlike that of a woman from Northwest China.

Another "greeting"?

"No. She said she greeted you, but I don't know what that means." Lin Dachun genuinely didn't know what it meant.

"I feel quite embarrassed playing matchmaker," Su Wanrong said, looking up at Lin Dachun again. "Come here and sit next to me."

"Okay." Lin Dachun didn't hesitate and walked over to sit on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He sat close to Su Wanrong, neither keeping a distance nor sitting too close together.

"A man your age should know how to pamper a woman, right?" Su Wanrong asked again with a delicate touch.

"Well, it's alright. I pamper women because they're important to me. At my age, it's really not good to lose my temper anymore. I'm more than halfway through life, so I have to be more open-minded about everything," Lin Dachun replied.

Lin Dachun dotes on Li Ruoxue, but it's not the kind of doting that comes between husband and wife; it's more like affection.

"Um, can you let me see it?" Su Wanrong continued.