Chapter 89

C89 – My Heart Is Racing

At Qinghe Village, Ermao sat with a few companions, clinking glasses of wine together. Liu Changsheng also joined them at the table.

Upon hearing that Ermao had resolved the issue, Liu Changsheng joyfully drove his recently acquired second-hand Santana over.

“Uncle, no exaggeration. I raised my hand, and in no time, along with others, we shattered the kid’s glass house. And guess what? The kid didn’t even dare to make a sound. Haha... Uncle, am I not impressive?” Ermao, slightly intoxicated, gestured vividly as he recounted the incident.

Though he was the son of Liu Changsheng’s late second sister, he had lost his mother at a young age. Growing up, he learned much from Liu Changsheng, and his temperament bore resemblance to his uncle’s.

“Impressive, Ermao, you’ve truly put your uncle at ease this time. Come on, let’s have another round!” Liu Changsheng understood Ermao’s capabilities well. Had it not been for the dog bite incident, even ten Ermaos wouldn’t have been enough to handle Zhang Xiaoloong.

Discovering his opponent’s weakness filled him with pride. Fighting prowess mattered little; as long as he could exploit a vulnerability, dismantling the newly acquired glass structure was achievable.

Although winter hadn’t set in, the weather had turned notably colder. With the greenhouse destroyed, considerable financial loss loomed. The Zhang Xiaoloong family alone couldn’t afford reconstruction. Moreover, all the vegetables inside were ruined. This was the consequence of refusing to sell corn to him!

What irked him most was the loss of dignity through the beating. He had aimed to reclaim that plot of land. Its mysteriously bountiful corn suggested foul play.

Driven by determination, he brought soil samples for analysis. Disappointingly, tests revealed nothing exceptional about the land.

Undeterred, he tried elsewhere. This time, a deficiency was identified—the land lacked fertility.

Frustration mounted. The toil to reclaim the land seemed futile; besides its barrenness, it held no benefits.

Unwilling to accept fault, he pinned blame on Zhang Xiaoloong.

The incident fueled his vengeful resolve, fueled by wounded pride and insufficient land rental income. His grudge against Liu Changsheng ran deep, prompting deceitful schemes against Zhang Xiaoloong.

This incident brought Liu Changsheng a sense of satisfaction, even though he remained behind the scenes. Observers could discern his orchestrations.

Pata...

Amidst the shock, nobody could ascertain whose chopsticks had fallen to the ground.

“What’s the hesitation? I instructed you to break that thing. If there’s indeed an issue...” Ermao rose slowly. “I’ll inspect the glass shards on the floor. How did they assemble themselves piece by piece?”

“Well, something peculiar is happening in my home...”

“I may have overindulged earlier. My stomach is aching slightly...”

“No, no, I can’t bear it any longer...”

Suddenly, the individuals who assisted in shattering the glass collectively encountered an issue. After exchanging alarmed glances, they hastily departed.

While Ermao berated the cowardice, he seized a stout individual, asserting that if the glass truly regenerated, they would shatter it once more.

Liu Changsheng sensed the peculiarity. Bruiser’s observations couldn’t be erroneous, yet glass couldn’t conceivably regenerate. Thus, he resolved to accompany Hairy #2 for an inspection.

By the time the duo ventured out, darkness had enveloped the sky. As they departed the village, night had fully descended.

With no illumination within the greenhouse, they discerned only a vague outline of the structure. Unable to ascertain the presence of glass from a distance, they approached for a closer examination.

Approximately 100 meters away, Ermao halted. The moon had emerged by this time. Utilizing the moon’s luminance, he discerned the reflections on the greenhouse glass. The silvery gleam was piercing, sending a shiver down his spine. The alcohol haze began to dissipate, leaving him semi-alert.

Simultaneously, Zhang Xiaoloong reclined leisurely in Lee Xiulian’s embrace.

Unaware of his precise location, it felt akin to resting on a bed. He bobbed his head from side to side, molding the soft “pillow” until it lost its shape.

Lee Xiulian had embraced him for a while, feeling a blend of fatigue and yearning. Stimulated, she emitted a soft moan, her hands seeking out smooth surfaces to touch.