The Notebook

Zhu Guihua was dazed. It turned out there was a reason for her tired yet refreshed feeling this morning. Thinking of the traces left from last night with the man she secretly had feelings for, an indescribable emotion suddenly welled up in her heart. She thought to herself that the feeling of being with someone you liked was truly different, like an underground spring that had suddenly been tapped.

Suddenly, she was startled by fear. The two of us had no protection last night; what if an accident happened? Zhu Guihua was educated; she knew that when hearts and minds were in harmony, a woman's body was very easy to conceive.

*What should I do? Do I have to go to the clinic to buy medicine? But it's full of acquaintances there. Should I secretly go to the county instead?*

The fear was fleeting, but then she felt reluctant. She reassured herself that for many years, she and Cao Runfa hadn't used any protection and still had no children, probably due to their older age. But deep in her heart, a bold thought arose: Cao Runfa couldn't do it, but Wang Yonggui was young and full of vigor, so who knew if it was possible? If she had a child with Wang Yonggui, it would surely be very handsome and outstanding.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously smiled happily, then scolded herself again: *What on earth am I thinking! Am I even human?*

Zhu Guihua couldn't understand herself. Ever since she was with Wang Yonggui, she always had deviant thoughts that she couldn't control. Perhaps because she was too tired of Cao Runfa's dark face and roughness after so many years of living together, she felt such a powerful flutter when she met Wang Yonggui. Just being able to sit by his side and talk with him made her feel content.

She stood up, tidied her mature appearance, and secretly cleaned up the traces on the floor. She used kitchen ash to absorb the puddles of water, then swept them into the trash can. She also carefully cleaned Wang Yonggui's room, taking the wet ash to pour around the roots of some orchid clumps behind the garden. Only when everything was done did she return to his room, neatly arranging the blankets and pillows, her face still flushed red as she recalled last night.

At this moment, Wang Yonggui was in the greenhouse, his hands dirty with cow manure as he fertilized the rows of ginger. Tired from the work, he went outside to wash his hands under the tap, a bright smile still on his face.

*Hehe! It seems Cao Runfa is useless. So many good fields are waiting for me to reclaim. I am truly a strong ox; everything falls to my hands, letting that Old Cao be lazy.*

He felt extremely stimulated and satisfied when thinking about Zhu Guihua. She was not only gentle but also brought him an indescribable feeling of warmth. *Auntie Guihua truly makes one feel warm.*

After washing his hands, he wiped them dry on his pants and pulled a small notebook from his pocket. On it were written figures in the hundreds of yuan. He held a pen and wrote another line, then subtracted 50 yuan. But then he paused, tilting his head in thought.

*Zhu Guihua is definitely worth more than 50 yuan, right?*

He recalled her seductive figure and passion last night, then compared her to Yang Qiuju or Su Wanhe. He decided to cross out the number 50, replacing it with 100 yuan. He secretly thought that what she brought him was truly priceless; 100 yuan still seemed too little.