The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man-Chapter 917 - : 917 Haitang’s Scheme 2

Chapter 917: 917 Haitang’s Scheme 2

She clung to him, refusing to let go, “Dashan, take me. I know you won’t marry me either, just be kind to me once, and I don’t ask to marry you, I just want to atone…”

Xiao Yishan’s body stiffened for a moment.

He thought about what Ding Er had said at the village well, that he would not marry Liu Haitang, but sleeping with her could be possible.

Her deliberate seduction annoyed him immensely.

However, he had been ‘fed enough’ by Li Rong’er on the bed, and after just a thought, he pushed her forcefully away and picked up his carrying pole to head back.

Liu Haitang fell to the ground, crying and calling out with her face bathed in tears, “Dashan, I was wrong, give me a chance, Dashan…”

He walked further and further away with a carrying pole of baskets.

She wiped away the tears from her face with a swipe of her hand and stood up, sneering coldly.

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She was the same age as Xiao Yishan, having grown up together like childhood sweethearts, this man, seemed husky and strong, was actually tender-hearted; with a bit more grinding, she should be able to return to his embrace.

Eyeing his sturdy figure, she pondered that with his strength and age, it was a time he would very much need a woman. She had just tried to seduce him, and he had hardly reacted.

She remembered back in the cornfield, he used to be very eager…

Being a woman of experience, she knew all too well that the cheap woman, Li Rong’er, must have long since climbed onto his bed.

“Dashan, I really had no intention of playing too many tricks on you,” she muttered softly, “all this, you forced my hand…”

She saw the hoe Xiao Yishan left on the earth slope, rolled up her sleeves, and began digging vigorously with the hoe.

By the time Xiao Yishan returned home with a carrying pole of sticky soil and came back, he saw Liu Haitang using his hoe to energetically dig the soil.

Under the scorching sun, her head and face were covered in sweat, one drop rolling down her temple, down her fair neck, and dropping into the clothing at her chest.

Liu Haitang’s beauty was considered attractive in the village, on par with Li Rong’er.

But she was a bit older, no more than twenty-five, and had the allure of a mature woman – a seductive, poised quality that Li Rong’er couldn’t rival.

He couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

Liu Haitang leaned on the hoe with one hand, and with the back of her other hand, she dabbed at her sweat with all the allure she could muster, “Dashan, you’re here.”

He set down the empty basket and, with a stern face, snatched the hoe from her, “You don’t need to help me dig, I’ll do it myself!”

She let him take it over.

He swung the hoe hard, and with each dig, the amount of soil he moved was three times more than she did with one swing.

“You really have tremendous strength!” she exclaimed sincerely.

The previous Landlord Wan Fangcai, though wealthy, was fat and not one for manual labor, probably couldn’t even carry a load on a pole.

After she married Wan Fangcai, she missed Xiao Yishan’s physique sorely.

“Dashan, you’ve divided the family with your brother,” she hesitated to say, “are you planning on marrying Li Rong’er?”

His digging halted, “That’s none of your business.”

“Ah,” she sighed, “I know I’ve done wrong in the past, hurt you deeply. It’s impossible between us now, I can only wish you well.”

He glanced sideways at her desolate face, “If you’re done talking, then get lost fast.”

“I got tired from digging, I’ll rest a bit, then I’ll leave,” she said, sitting on the grass beside, watching him shovel soil into the basket, deliberately avoiding the soil she had dug. It seemed that this man was truly determined to cut his ties with her.