The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

When Zhao Youcai returned to his own courtyard, he was still thinking about Zhao Hongxing's inexplicable scolding and the claim that she had contracted a disease, and he was very irritable.

He didn't rush upstairs. Instead, he found the old wooden bathtub in the corner of the backyard on the first floor, filled it with cold water, took off his clothes, and lay down in it, ready to give himself a good scrub and wash away the bad luck.

As he rubbed the mud off his body, he thought about how to go upstairs and deal with Zhou Caifeng later.

They just had a fight, but now he's all cleared up. If he takes the initiative to make amends, maybe they can get rid of this mess.

If all else fails, just force yourself on her. Women, once you've conquered her physically, no matter how tough you are with words, she'll eventually have to obey.

He was happily making plans when suddenly, a faint shout drifted down from the second floor and entered his ears.

The voice carried a familiar melodiousness and suppressed joy; it was Zhou Caifeng's voice.

"Hmph, this slut, she was arguing with me like crazy just now, but now she's the one who can't hold back."

Zhao Youcai paused, listened intently, and a knowing yet disdainful smile appeared on his face: "He's probably too ashamed to come to me, so he's making a fuss in his room."

He quickened his washing pace, finished in a few strokes, dried himself, put on a pair of shorts, and went upstairs shirtless.

He planned to surprise Zhou Caifeng and see if she would be pleasantly surprised or terrified.

However, when he reached the door of the second-floor bedroom and was about to push it open and make a surprise entrance, his outstretched hand suddenly stopped.

This time, he heard it much more clearly.

Besides Zhou Caifeng's intermittent voice, there was another distinct sound in the room: a dull, rhythmic creaking sound, the unique sound of his old-fashioned wooden bed.

Zhao Youcai's smile froze instantly.

Even if he's stupid, he knows that no one person could possibly make such a commotion.

Instead of immediately kicking the door open in a fit of rage, he smirked, cleared his throat, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Yo! Xiao Feng! Having fun all by yourself, huh?"

"Do you need me to come in and help you, honey?"

The sounds inside the room stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed!

Yang Shuisheng and Zhou Caifeng, who were immersed in passion, were suddenly struck by the noise outside the door, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.

The two froze instantly, simultaneously turning their heads sharply to look at the tightly closed door.

Yang Shuisheng's heart was pounding in his chest. He lowered his voice and growled at Zhou Caifeng beneath him, "Didn't you say he wouldn't be back for at least two or three hours?"

"I...I don't know either!"

Zhou Caifeng was completely panicked. Her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with terror and confusion. She stammered, "He...he's always been like this."

Yang Shuisheng's heart tightened, and his first reaction was to get up and prepare to jump out of the window.

With his skills, the second floor was no problem for him. As long as he landed and left quickly, even if Zhao Youcai noticed him, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

"Don't panic!"

However, just as he made that move, Zhou Caifeng grabbed him and said in a low, urgent voice, "Don't move, I'll handle this."

She was a woman who had weathered many storms; after a brief moment of panic, she quickly regained her composure.

She quickly straightened her disheveled clothes, tidied her hair, took a deep breath, and swiftly switched her expression to one of impatience and disgust before flung open the door.

As soon as the door opened, she saw Zhao Youcai standing shirtless in shorts, with a mocking and gloomy expression on his face, as if he had caught her in adultery.

"Zhao Youcai! How dare you come back?"

Before he could even speak, Zhou Caifeng launched into a tirade: "Didn't you have the nerve to go out and find your lover? What are you doing back here?"

"Get out! Get the hell away from me! I feel disgusted just looking at you, get as far away as possible!"

Her voice was full of disgust and anger, as if the commotion in the room just now was entirely because she was sulking and smashing things to vent her frustration.

Zhao Youcai was stunned by her barrage of insults, and the words of accusation he had prepared stuck in his throat.

He originally intended to come back and appease Zhou Caifeng, or even force her to get away with it.

But seeing Zhou Caifeng's even more intense and defiant attitude than before, he felt a little uneasy, thinking that she was still angry about the argument they had just had.

"Xiao Feng, look at you, you're still angry?"

He forced a smile and tried to take Zhou Caifeng's hand: "I was just being stubborn. Actually, I still care about you. You see, I specially took a shower and came back so I could have a good talk with you."

"Shut up!" Zhou Caifeng abruptly shook off his hand, took a step back, and pointed to the stairwell. "Get out! I don't want to talk to you."

"Get downstairs right now, and don't even think about coming back into this house tonight."

"Okay, okay, I won't go in, alright?"

Zhao Youcai was embarrassed by her ruthless dismissal, but thinking that he was indeed in the wrong and about Zhao Hongxing's matter, he felt a little guilty and did not force his way in. Instead, he stood at the door and pleaded helplessly, "Then bring me a set of clean clothes. My change of clothes are in the closet inside the room."

Seeing him back down, Zhou Caifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her face still showed impatience. She snorted, turned around and went into the house, grabbed a set of Zhao Youcai's clothes from the wardrobe, walked to the door, opened the door a crack, and stuffed the clothes out: "Take it! Get out of here! Don't get in the way."

Zhao Youcai took the clothes, but did not leave immediately.

Just as Zhou Caifeng was about to close the door, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pushed the door open with all his might.

He was, after all, a grown man with considerable strength. Caught off guard, Zhou Caifeng was pushed back two steps.

He gave Zhou Caifeng no chance to react, grabbed her, and pressed his foul-smelling mouth against her face and neck. At the same time, his hands and feet began to wander, trying to force himself on her.

"Zhao Youcai, let me go! You bastard! Let me go!" Zhou Caifeng was startled by his sudden and violent actions. She struggled desperately, pushing his face with her hands and kicking his calves with her feet.

But her struggles completely enraged Zhao Youcai.

He had a bad day outside, and when he got home he was scolded by his wife and disliked by his mistress. He finally found an outlet for his anger and frustration.

"Snap—"

He suddenly raised his hand, and with a crisp sound, a loud slap landed squarely on Zhou Caifeng's face.

Zhou Caifeng's head lolled to the side after being hit, and she was completely stunned. A bright red handprint instantly appeared on her face, and a trace of blood even seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Youcai, panting heavily, glared at her with a ferocious expression, his voice filled with violence and self-righteousness: "I'm your man! It's legal!"

"What's wrong with asking you to serve me a little? Don't push your luck!"

"Today I'm going to take you down!"