Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Since my mother-in-law doesn't want to be separated, then she can forget about sleeping at night.

Zhou Yanshen suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, feeling the tingling sensation in his ear and the meaning behind the words. His cheeks instantly burned, and his heart pounded like a drum.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension: "Is...is this convenient? Mom's right next to us..."

A thin layer of curtains really can't block out anything.

Su Wanqing chuckled softly in the darkness, "You're my man, we're a proper couple, what's inconvenient about treating your injuries? Besides..."

She paused, mimicking her mother's tone from earlier that day, "Didn't Mom say that we can do whatever we want, and she doesn't care?"

Zhou Yanshen was speechless at her words, and felt that the words "my man" were like hooks, tickling his heart.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood, and said in a deep voice, "Yes. Let's go."

He really needs to get better quickly; he can't let his wife... always be stuck with a useless man.

"Comrade Yanshen, you might feel a little sore and swollen. Please bear with it and try not to make a sound." Su Wanqing's voice was close and reassuring. "It's dark, so I need to find the acupoints accurately."

"it is good."

The next second, a pair of cool, soft little hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and precisely touched the skin of his chest and abdomen.

Zhou Yanshen stiffened. The sensation was not like treating an illness, but rather like... wandering and pressing along his taut muscle lines, with a kind of grinding patience, searching for the so-called acupoints.

A tingling sensation mixed with an indescribable numbing feeling spread throughout his body. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he couldn't help but let out a few suppressed, muffled groans from deep within his throat.

"Comrade Wanqing...it doesn't look like she's getting acupuncture...it looks more like..."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he forcefully suppressed it, his heart filled with contempt for his own filthy thoughts.

"How could I think of Comrade Wanqing like that! She was treating me!"

Just then, Su Wanqing seemed to have found the right spot and pressed down hard with her fingertips. Zhou Yanshen was caught off guard, and a strong soreness mixed with a strange sense of comfort suddenly exploded. Even with his iron will, he couldn't help but let out a short and muffled gasp from his throat, with a slight tremor at the end of the sound.

Zhou's mother, who was already feeling sleepy, was further disturbed by the intermittent noises.

At first, her son let out a suppressed groan, and she thought she could just bear it, since her son was injured and in pain.

But then that sound... it just kept getting weirder and weirder?

It sounded like...like the sounds made during sex! And the rustling of fabric rubbing together!

Her chest heaved with anger. She held back for a long time, but finally couldn't take it anymore and abruptly sat up.

"What are you all doing up so late at night?! Making such noise, can't you keep it down? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

Su Wanqing continued working, but her voice carried an air of innocence mixed with a hint of self-righteousness:

"Mom, Yan Shen couldn't help but speak up. Please bear with me. Besides, Yan Shen and I are husband and wife. Even if we do some... proper things, isn't that perfectly normal?"

Zhou's mother was so speechless at her words that she almost fainted! What else can you do? Your son is injured and can't do anything, so what exactly is this vixen up to?

Could it be... that he wants to do something else, with his hands...? Thinking of this, Zhou's mother blushed, feeling both angry and ashamed, but unable to say it outright, she could only lie down again in resentment and pull the blanket over her head.

Hearing that there was no more noise from next door, Su Wanqing smiled triumphantly. The silver needles she used further strained Zhou Yanshen, causing his muscles to tense and beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

"This room absolutely has to be partitioned off with bricks!" Zhou Yan endured the hardship, thinking that if he were to actually do something in the future, it really wouldn't be possible without partitioning it off with bricks.

This is so inconvenient!

Zhou's mother was extremely annoyed and frustrated. She thought it would be better to separate them with bricks to prevent the two of them from making strange noises every day and keeping her awake.

Finally, Su Wanqing had had her fill of fun and had "tortured" Zhou's mother and Zhou Yanshen enough. She neatly put away her needlework, whispered "Go to sleep, Comrade Yanshen," and then turned over contentedly, falling asleep almost instantly.

Poor Zhou's mother was old, and this disturbance kept her wide awake until the middle of the night.

Zhou Yanshen was also in a bad mood. He lay there, feeling as if a fire was burning inside him, but he had nowhere to release it. He didn't know if it was because Su Wanqing's acupuncture skills were too good, or for some other reason, but he actually had some clear sensations for the first time... This made him feel excited, but also mixed with great shame, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Zhou Yanshen got up quietly and, as usual, washed up and went to work on the canal, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Zhou's mother, with heavy dark circles under her eyes and a gloomy expression, went to work.

Su Wanqing, on the other hand, slept until late morning, only getting up refreshed at eight o'clock when the second bugle call sounded.

In the outer room, Zhou Yanshen had thoughtfully prepared a simple breakfast: eggs, sweet potatoes, corn, and corn grits porridge, showing no signs of anything amiss.

After finishing their meal, Zhou Yanshen led the fifteen-man well-digging team he had assigned to work on the open space behind Su Wanqing's house.

As expected, Sister Zhao was "all-powerful" and borrowed an impact drill. Although it was very noisy, it was several times faster than manual digging. In just half a day, it was equivalent to the workload of seven or eight days of manual work.

Su Wanqing first inspected her own space as usual: it was filled with rice, flour, soybean oil, various cooked foods such as braised pork, beef, fried fish, braised pork knuckle, sweet and sour carp, and sweet and sour pork, as well as canned fruit, canned luncheon meat, various cloths and other miscellaneous supplies.

Her eyes swept over the egg rack. She had bought several hundred eggs on the black market, as well as thirty eggs given to her by Aunt Zhang and thirty eggs that Zhou's mother had traded for.

Although there is no shortage of eggs at present, the consumption of seven or eight eggs a day is astonishing, so today's Golden Spirit Grid was used for eggs.

"Tenfold return!"

In an instant, thousands of eggs appeared in the spatial grid. Su Wanqing beamed with joy. Eggs were indeed a form of hard currency. From now on, she could secretly add eggs to her food without any worries.

What about fried rice, steamed egg custard, and egg drop soup? After this incident, she'll make a few batches of soft, baked egg cakes, and then guess what?

Hey, she can put the chicken cake in her space and get ten times the return, so she can eat it whenever she's hungry, and she can also take it to the market to exchange for other supplies. It's simply wonderful.