America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Chen An stepped forward, and his long, strong hand grasped Sarah's wrist, which was holding the briefcase.

"Throw away that damn ticket or land deed. Now, take me to see your cow."

"But...but there's no feed left..." Sarah was stunned by Chen An's imposing manner, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Then go buy it. I have a car, I have money."

Chen An pulled her towards the pickup truck, giving her no chance to refuse.

"How much is the feed? Five hundred? A thousand? Even if you buy all the hay in Whitefish, I won't let those cows starve."

Sarah staggered after him, looking at his back, which wasn't particularly wide but now seemed incredibly tall.

That was a decisiveness Tom had never shown before.

This domineering attitude was like a shot of adrenaline to her, who was completely lost at the moment.

………………

Half an hour later.

Whitefish Agricultural Supply Station.

Chen An, expressionless, slapped five hundred-yuan bills on the front desk.

"Twenty bundles of the finest alfalfa. And ten bags of that high-protein concentrate feed, please."

Chen An pointed at the chubby boss who seemed to cater to different customers, "Load it onto the truck immediately and send it to Miller Farm."

"If you dare to mix rotten grass into it, I'll let you taste what my shotgun tastes like."

The fat boss glanced at Chen An's fierce-looking appearance with a hunting rifle slung over his back, then looked at the five hundred US dollars, and immediately put on a smiling face.

"Of course, of course! Mr. Chen, right? I've long heard that you're the new owner of that land; you're truly a young and accomplished man!"

While waiting to be loaded onto the truck, Sarah stood in the corner, silently watching Chen An busy himself.

She watched him expertly check the production dates on the feed bags.

I saw him haggling with the workers to waive the shipping fee, and I saw him still offering cigarettes to the movers to save a few dollars.

This feeling of "living life" filled with the warmth of everyday life made her feel as if she were in another world.

On the way back.

The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the windshield wipers scraping dust off the windshield.

"I'll pay you back this money..." Sarah said softly, head bowed, sitting in the passenger seat. "Once the milk payment is settled..."

"Repay? With what?"

Chen An gripped the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at her, and a slightly wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You know the current market situation; milk prices are falling. With just those dairy cows, you probably wouldn't even be able to pay off my interest."

Sarah's face paled slightly. She bit her lip. "Then... what do you want? To take the cow away?"

Chen An suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The pickup truck suddenly stopped on the secluded road where the two farms met.

There was no one around, only tall, withered grass swaying in the wind.

"I want the cow, and I want the person too."

Chen An unbuckled his seatbelt, turned to the side, and his dark eyes burned with undisguised aggression.

"Sarah, I don't do charity. I'm helping you because I've got my eye on you."

"It's not just because you're my neighbor, and it's not just because your apple pie is delicious."

His gaze swept unabashedly over the curves of Sarah's body beneath her turtleneck sweater.

"That good-for-nothing Tom doesn't know how to cherish things, but I do."

"Now that he's in jail, from now on, this land, these cattle, and this house... I'm in charge. Do you have any objections?"

This statement is utterly treasonous.

This is a blatant attempt to usurp the throne.

But for Sarah, those words shattered her last line of defense.

In this brutal Western world, it's incredibly difficult for a woman to hold onto her family's wealth.

Rather than be devoured by those greedy, bloodsucking corporations, she would rather give herself to the young, strong man in front of her who was also attracted to her.

Moreover, her body had long since betrayed her reason.

"No...no objection."

Sarah's voice trembled, and her cheeks quickly flushed red.

Looking at Chen An's face so close to hers, her breathing became rapid. "But... the children don't get out of school until three in the afternoon..."

Chen An smiled.

This answer is even more beautiful than simply saying "I love you".

This means that she not only accepted the relationship, but was even actively hinting at the time and place.

"That's three hours from now." Chen An raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"It's noon now. Besides, I heard Tom's car has a pretty spacious back seat, would you like to try it out?"

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, then she was so ashamed she almost buried her head in her chest.

"Here? Here? Someone will see us..."

"Even ghosts don't usually come to this road."

As Chen An spoke, he leaned over and placed his hand on her thigh.

Even through the thick fabric of the coat, you could still feel the astonishing heat.

"Beg me," Chen An whispered mischievously in her ear, "Beg me to help you manage the farm, beg me to become your... new master."

Sarah was limp, her eyes filled with tears.

This sense of shame and immorality left her mind blank, leaving only instinctive obedience.

"Please... An... Please help me..."

next second.

The passenger seat was folded down.

On this desolate highway where only the sound of wind and swaying grass could be heard, in that mottled old pickup truck, a contract that was several days overdue was finally stamped with its most primitive seal.

………………

(A description of the vehicle's shock absorption system durability test, which is about 3,000 words, is omitted here...)

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The pickup truck restarted and drove back to the farm.

Sarah's face no longer showed the dejection and paleness she had that morning.

At this moment, although her hair was a little messy and one of the buttons on her coat was fastened incorrectly.

But she radiated an amazing glow.

That was the parched land bursting with life after being nourished by rain.

The car was parked in front of Miller's house.

"Go back, take a shower, and get some sleep," Chen An said gently, without getting out of the car. He rolled down the window.

"Leave the rest to me. The feed trucks will be here soon, and I'll oversee the unloading."

"Um."

Sarah stood by the car door and nodded like an obedient little wife.

The way she looked at Chen An had completely changed from gratitude and dependence to unwavering infatuation.

Just as she was about to turn around and go inside, Chen An suddenly called out to her.

"By the way, Sarah."

"What's wrong?"

"From now on, you don't need to write your name on that pink sticky note."

Chen An pointed to his lips and smiled meaningfully. "I know whose taste that is. It's very sweet."

Sarah paused for a moment, then blushed as red as a tomato, covered her face, and quickly ran into the house.

As Chen An watched her retreating figure, the smile on his face gradually faded.

The land of gentle pleasures is a graveyard for heroes, but it can also be a refueling station.

Now that the problem of "people" has been solved, the problem of "land" has only just begun.

He drove back to his house, where the roof repairmen were packing up their tools and preparing to finish work.

"Hey boss! The roof's done! Not a drop leaks!" Jack shouted.

"Thanks." Chen An paid the balance.