Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

Wang Changgui understood that the most crucial thing now was that his future job transfer, whether he could go to the town, was entirely in Qi Santai's hands. He dared not say anything reckless and offend anyone at this time.

After thinking it over, he quickly put on an honest expression and said into the phone:

"No, no, Mayor Qi, really no. I know my own situation. I'm almost fifty, a bachelor with a daughter, no skills and no wealth. What good woman would want me? I wouldn't dare to even think about it."

"That's perfect."

Qi Santai spoke lightly and quickly settled the matter:

"Since I've brought it up, it means I already know what I'm talking about. I've found someone suitable for you. You've met her before; I know her well and she's quite reliable. She's my wife Wang Xia's older sister, Wang Yun."

"My sister-in-law is honest, kind-hearted, hardworking, and not spoiled. She's the perfect match for you."

Upon hearing the name Wang Yun, Wang Changgui instantly broke down, his face filled with disbelief.

"Huh? Her?"

Qi Santai immediately sensed something was off about his tone, his brow furrowed slightly, and his voice became more serious:

"What's wrong, Changgui? Judging from your commotion, you have a problem with something? It's okay, just say so if you don't like my sister-in-law. You can't force these things."

Wang Changgui dared not utter a single word of dissent, and immediately forced himself to calm down, quickly offering a fawning smile and explanation:

"No, no, Mayor Qi, I have absolutely no objection! I'm just too surprised. This happened so suddenly, I wasn't prepared at all, I'm really a bit stunned."

"What's all this talk about suddenness? It's just everyday life; we don't need to get all that fancy stuff out of it."

Qi Santai didn't give him a chance to refuse and made the decision directly:

"It's settled then. I'll arrange for Wang Yun to go back to the village in a couple of days so you two can meet up, chat, and get to know each other. Oh, right, according to our local custom, we should find a matchmaker, right? Isn't Xie Dajiao in your village quite good at finding partners? I'll have Wang Xia contact her. Okay, I have work to do here, so I'll hang up now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone clicked shut.

Wang Changgui held the phone, stunned for a long time, his whole body frozen on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). He remained there for quite a while before slowly putting his hand down.

He leaned back, his brow furrowed, looking utterly bitter and resentful, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"My God, how could it be her! With Wang Yun's big build, tall and strong, if she sat on me, wouldn't she break my pelvis? My body can't take that!"

After venting his frustrations, he let out a long sigh, his head drooping, looking dejected and troubled.

He knew in his heart that Wang Yun was Qi Santai's sister-in-law, a real relative, and that the town mayor had personally arranged the marriage.

If I dare to say no today, if I dare to defy the mayor, then my long-awaited job transfer and future prospects will definitely be ruined, and I will have no hope at all.

"Oh dear, what am I going to do..."

He stared at the plate of fragrant peanuts on the table, but had no appetite at all. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip of baijiu, but his mouth was full of bitterness. The wine that used to satisfy his cravings tasted really bland today. It made him feel so suffocated and worried that his head felt like it was going to explode.

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At 10 p.m., the village roads and alleys were quiet, and every household had already turned off their lights and gone to bed.

The young people partied until late into the night, their faces flushed and reeking of alcohol. They were all staggering as they walked, and finally, supporting each other, they waved goodbye in a daze and went home in their drunken stupor. Yongqiang was practically dragged away by Zhao Yutian and Liu Yishui.

After the girls said their goodbyes, the once noisy courtyard became deserted in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the entire drinking session, Lin Chen drank the most. He finished a bottle of baijiu and kept chugging beer down his throat. Now that everyone had left, the effects of the alcohol had completely hit him.

His head felt incredibly heavy, but he was in much better shape than the others. His legs felt like they were walking on cotton, and he staggered as he walked.

Xie Xiaomei was squatting on the ground tidying up the barbecue skewers and empty bottles when she heard a noise behind her. She looked up and saw Lin Chen staggering around. She quickly got up and walked over, her voice filled with concern:

"Brother Chen, you've had too much to drink, haven't you? Should I help you back to your room to rest?"

Lin Chen waved his hand slightly, his mind still foggy, but he could still speak coherently. He waved his hand and said:

"No need, I'm fine, I can manage on my own. My head is just too heavy. I'm going back to my room to sleep. Xiaomei, don't bother cleaning up. It's too late to clean anyway. I'll clean it up myself tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and went into his room, closing the door behind him. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes and collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed). His head hit the pillow, and he fell asleep within two seconds. His breathing became heavy and even, and the room instantly became quiet except for his panting.

Xie Xiaomei shook her head. She had also drunk quite a bit of beer tonight, and the beer was quite strong. She was feeling dizzy, but not from being drunk. Instead, she felt a thrilling excitement.

After Xie Xiaomei finished washing up, she went to bed to rest. Xie Dajiao was sleeping soundly and had long since fallen asleep, but Xie Xiaomei, who was sleeping next to her, tossed and turned like a pancake, not sleepy at all.

The aftereffects of the beer slowly rose, making her face burn, her ears turn red, and her heart pound.

Whether her eyes were closed or open, Lin Chen's image kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn't shake it off.

Ever since she met Lin Chen, she had this man in her heart. She had suppressed and restrained herself for a long time, but once a woman's heart is moved, she can no longer suppress it or take it back.

She lay quietly for a long time, carefully listening to her aunt's movements beside her. After confirming that Xie Dajiao's breathing was deep and even and that she was completely asleep, Xie Xiaomei secretly bit her lip, made up her mind, and decided to ignore all the rules, concerns, and embarrassment for tonight!

She gently lifted the thin blanket and stepped barefoot onto the cold tiles. The coolness from her feet instantly spread throughout her body, but it couldn't quell the heat in her heart.

She tiptoed out of the house as quietly as possible, inching her way to Lin Chen's door. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she gently pushed the door open a crack, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut behind her, cutting off her escape route.

The room was pitch black, with no lights on at all. Only a few slivers of moonlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin, silvery edge on the kang (a heated brick bed), which was hazy and not very clear.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The sudden noise exploded in the quiet room, startling Xie Xiaomei so much that she trembled all over, her heart clenched, and she quickly covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would scream out loud.

It turned out the TV was still on, playing "The Legend of the White Snake," and a clear, crisp line suddenly popped out, nearly scaring Xie Xiaomei half to death.

She stood frozen in place for a long time before her heartbeat calmed down and she slowly looked at the head of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Lin Chen lay on his back on the kang, his breathing steady. The smell of alcohol was strong, but not pungent or unpleasant. Instead, it made people feel inexplicably at ease and reassured.

Xiaomei clutched her nightgown tightly, standing awkwardly by the kang (heated brick bed) for a long time, her face burning hot. Her heart was filled with a mix of panic, sweetness, and confusion. After much internal struggle, the affection she had kept hidden in her heart for so long finally overwhelmed all her fear and worries.

She gently knelt on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), slowly moved closer to the inside, and carefully lay down next to Lin Chen. Her body was taut and she dared not move, even her breathing was extremely soft.

Lin Chen was half asleep when he sensed someone lying down next to him. Xie Dajiao always came over late at night, and even though he was drunk, he was still a bit more sober.

The scent on Xie Xiaomei was completely different from that of Xie Dajiao.

However, his mind was so foggy that he couldn't think straight and subconsciously assumed it was Xie Dajiao who had secretly come to keep him company in the middle of the night.

He mumbled something vaguely and languidly, his voice heavy with sleepiness:

"Why are you only arriving now? It's so late..."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his long arm and decisively pulled the person next to him into a tight embrace, then leaned down and kissed him instinctively.

Xie Xiaomei froze instantly, her blood seemed to freeze, and her heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst out of her throat.

But the stiffness lasted only a moment. The next second, all the shyness, panic, grievance, and joy in her heart surged up all at once, and her tense body instantly softened into a puddle of warm water.

She dared not make a sound, afraid that opening her mouth would shatter this absurd yet precious tenderness. She could only bite her pink lips tightly, timidly raise her arms, and gently wrap them around his waist, obediently...

Xie Xiaomei's mind was in turmoil, feeling both shy and sweet. Although she was terrified, she couldn't bear to push him away.

Not long after, Lin Chen suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The person in his arms was too thin and slender, with a waist so thin that it could be easily grasped with one hand. Her skin was smooth and tender, a world apart from the mature, full-figured, warm and familiar body of Xie Dajiao.

The scent on the tip of my nose was completely wrong; it was a sweet, clean, and youthful perfume scent unique to young girls.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the top of the head of the person in his arms, his fingertips touching a head of short hair, fluffy and soft.

In an instant, most of the drunken confusion dissipated, and his mind became completely clear!

Lin Chen abruptly stopped moving, propped himself up on his arms, and looked down in the dim light of the television.

In the dim light, Xie Xiaomei's entire face was flushed red, from her cheeks all the way to her ears. Her eyes were red from the pain, her long eyelashes trembled, and she bit her lip tightly. Her head was turned to the side, and she dared not look at him. Her eyes were full of shyness, helplessness, and panic.

That's not Xie Dajiao, that's Xie Xiaomei!

Lin Chen's brows furrowed instantly, and he instinctively tried to get up and move away.

But the next second, Xie Xiaomei suddenly tightened her arms, gripping his waist tightly. The force wasn't great, but it carried a stubbornness and determination that showed she was ready to risk everything.

Her voice was soft and delicate, tinged with a clear sob, yet also carrying a resolute determination to give up entirely.

"Brother Chen...don't get up."