Returning to the Primeval Forest

"Yang Liansheng, look, there are some very strange footprints here. Could some large wild beast have run out of Bangou Village? I hope it's not a tiger, otherwise we should head back." Luo Yuandong suddenly noticed many large footprints by the mountain path and exclaimed in surprise.

Several men gathered around to observe. Yang Liansheng looked for a moment and shook his head in denial. "These aren't tiger tracks. They look a bit like wild bull footprints, but I don't know what creature it is."

Wang Yingui glanced over, and his heart skipped a beat. Those were clearly the footprints of the Huadou.

Moreover, looking at the direction, it was heading toward Bangou Village, likely having already returned to the primeval forest on the other side.

He felt a wave of disappointment. One hundred thousand yuan was no joke; what was he going to do now!

Besides, that creature was not to be trifled with. It seemed this was Heaven's will; he was simply not destined to get this money.

Zhong Yuanliang suddenly looked at Wang Yingui and said irritably, "Wang Yingui, follow these footprints and see where they lead. If you see anything, we'll go back to the village to call for backup and bring the hunting dogs. You're young and fast, so put in some effort."

"Ah!"

With that, Wang Yingui followed the footprints into Daqingshan. He walked all the way, and indeed, they led toward Bangou Village.

Moreover, the footprints left behind didn't look very fresh; they were already several days old. The beast had probably returned to the primeval forest long ago.

After walking for a long time, he returned to catch up with the group. "They lead toward the primeval forest of Bangou Village, and the footprints have disappeared. It's no use."

The group seemed to have arrived a bit late. As they walked through the mountains, they could hear people laughing and chatting on the hillside, along with the occasional "bang bang bang" of axes chopping large trees.

Some people had already reached their destinations and started working.

Wang Yingui and several other households were grouped into one team, and then they drew lots. Zhong Yuanliang drew the lot, and their luck was terrible—they got the furthest mountain area, which required a long walk to reach.

Furthermore, because the long distance made transportation difficult, and the timber over there was both massive and abundant, normally no one went there to chop wood, and the forest was very deep.

Meanwhile, at Wang Yingui's house, Yang Qiuju slowly opened her eyes.

In fact, she knew when Wang Yingui left in the morning, but she had been too lazy to make a sound. She had then closed her eyes and slept again, waking up in a daze, feeling incredibly comfortable, her face flushed with a healthy glow.

Opening her eyes, she pulled back the blanket and looked down at her own figure, nodding in satisfaction.

She recalled last night, when the two of them had held each other in secret. Wang Yingui seemed very excited and agitated, yet afraid of being heard. Before long, both of them were fully satisfied.

"Haha, it seems my charm is immense. That fairy master in my dream who taught me to cultivate the Su Nu Sutra is indeed miraculous. Now I even feel myself getting younger and younger. Wang Yingui told me that whenever he is with other women, even Su Wanhe, he lasts very long. But with me, it's not like that at all. This proves that I have the greatest attraction for Wang Yingui, making him exceptionally excited. It seems I am even more attractive to him than Su Wanhe."

Yang Qiuju smiled. Early in the morning, she didn't know if she needed to use the restroom, but her lower abdomen felt a bit bloated and dull.

Looking out the window, the morning sunlight was streaming in. It was late, and it was time to get up.

She was also a bit worried, fearing someone might barge into the house and find her in Wang Yingui's room, which would be hard to explain.

Yang Qiuju swayed her body as she slowly sat up, swung her legs out of bed, and put on her slippers. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she let out a soft cry of shock.

Clutching her stomach, she quickly squatted on the floor. After a long while, she lowered her head to look and was stunned to see her slippers looking as if a bowl of rice porridge had been spilled over them.

"Oh! That brat is really something. Every time my mind goes blank, I forget about these things. I also forgot that he had to go up the mountain to chop wood today. I should have woken up early to make breakfast for Yingui. He went up the mountain without breakfast; won't he be starving!"

Yang Qiuju was a bit worried, fearing Wang Yingui wouldn't be able to carry the load, and also slightly afraid of hurting him.

After all, with her experience, she knew that ordinary men were very stingy, not as generous as Wang Yingui.

Standing up, she felt slightly uncomfortable and didn't dare close her legs fully, yet a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Looking down, she quickly picked up a scrap of cloth from nearby and wiped herself from her heels all the way up.

Then she threw the scrap of cloth aside. "He's truly not human!"

On the floor, Yang Qiuju found her pajamas and shyly put them on, then frowned. There was a small pocket in her pajamas, and she pulled out a sticky wrapper she had taken from the village committee, which she had prepared.

But it was completely useless. When she was with Wang Yingui, that kind of urgency, excitement, and madness made her mind go blank, so she never thought about it.

Honestly, when they were together, she felt unwilling to use it anyway, as only like this did she feel comfortable. Thus, she never brought it up.

"Being with Yingui is different from anyone else. Every time is so intense, and my mind goes completely blank. I always do this intentionally now; am I really as shameless as others say? But every time, I love him like this, wishing for it. Feeling happy and satisfied in my heart is what makes me feel blessed."

Yang Qiuju felt a bit guilty and self-reproachful, feeling that she was becoming less and less like a proper person, especially when she was with Wang Yingui, becoming incredibly greedy and insatiable.

"Sigh! Whatever. I don't care anyway. I also know that brat does it on purpose every time, even intentionally aiming for the very center. He's so bad!"

As Yang Qiuju spoke, her face grew redder, and she revealed a seductive smile.

Remembering something, she pulled out the mattress pad and looked at the bottom layer. Her face instantly filled with shock as she lifted it and saw it was completely soaked.

She knew very well that those were all hers, while Wang Yingui's were on the slippers on the floor.

A happy smile appeared on her face again. She simply pulled the mattress pad off, threw it onto the floor, intending to wash it later and replace it with a clean one.

Suddenly, she noticed that the underside of the quilt was also damp, so she would have to take it out to dry later.

"What's wrong with me! When I was with others in the past, I was never this exaggerated! That brat, hmph!"

Yang Qiuju planned to comb her hair, wash her face, change her clothes, make breakfast, and then wash the mattress pads and hang the quilts out to dry.

Walking back to her room, she stopped, gritting her teeth and frowning. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, she walked awkwardly, not daring to close her legs fully.

The clearer the sensation, the happier she felt.

"That brat is so bad, always going so deep on purpose. I wonder if I'll get pregnant... Sigh! If only I did! I don't know what karma I accumulated in my past life. But this is fine too; it puts both me and Yingui at ease, which is why he dares to be so bold every time."

The more she thought about it, the more satisfied she felt. But thinking about having to share him with Su Wanhe made her feel a bit uncomfortable and even jealous, though there was nothing she could do about it.

Walking in a peculiar, awkward manner, Yang Qiuju returned to the living room, threw her towel into the basin, and went to scoop water to wash her face.

In truth, she actually liked that Wang Yingui was so bad on purpose, always aiming for the very center.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, several people were panting heavily, and the women were especially exhausted, drenched in sweat.

They had reached their destination—a forest of fir trees on the mountain. They were tall, massive, and beautiful. Some were so thick that one person couldn't wrap their arms around them, and they were very straight, making them perfect for house pillars.

The group stopped to discuss. Zhou Zhuqing and Li Yuhua were exhausted and sweaty, looking quite alluring.

"Wang Yingui, you and Er Lingzi are young, so don't say we're bullying you. The two of you choose a mountain section and chop from the bottom up. But no slacking off; we won't help you."

Luo Yuandong looked up the mountain, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out. He looked at Wang Yingui and Er Lingzi as he spoke.

They began dividing the work to chop the timber.