mesbooks Chapter 279 Widow Wang
Chapter 279 Widow Wang
Zhuang Chaoying rode his bicycle; the place where he was proctoring the exam today was in the opposite direction from his home, and the journey would take half an hour.
He was riding his bike while thinking about the task the system had issued.
As long as the dealers don't provoke him, everyone can live their lives peacefully, so he plans to put the task aside for now.
Through the previous incident, he finally understood the meaning of the saying, "Like begets like."
Zhuang Ganmei dared to report them, and Zhendong dared to write for him; this family is truly full of troublemakers. He now has only one thought in his mind: to stay as far away from the Zhuang family as possible. Their affairs have nothing to do with him; ideally, he should never have any contact with them again in this lifetime.
Just then, a crisp electronic notification sound rang in his mind.
[Ding! A quest NPC has appeared. Please complete the quest as soon as possible.]
Zhuang Chaoying's heart tightened when he heard the voice. He really couldn't be blamed for this. He hadn't even gone to find the other party, but the other party had come to him on his own initiative.
As Zhuang Chaoying rode her bicycle, her eyes inadvertently glanced about a hundred meters ahead and saw a slightly overweight man pushing his bicycle and standing in a half-open doorway.
From a distance, her figure resembled Zhuang Ganmei.
Zhuang Chaoying quickly parked the car on the side of the road, squinted his eyes into slits, and stared intently. Good heavens, it really was his cheap younger brother, Zhuang Ganmei.
Eh?
Zhuang Chaoying began to have doubts. He saw Zhuang Ganmei walk towards a house. A woman opened the door, and without saying a word, Zhuang Ganmei, like a cat that had stolen cream, hurriedly pushed the cart inside. Then the door slammed shut.
Zhuang Chaoying was astonished. She never expected that her younger brother, who seemed honest and simple, had quite a few cunning tricks up his sleeve.
This is like wanting to keep the "red flag flying" at home while having "colorful flags fluttering outside."
Zhuang Chaoying leisurely rode to the vicinity.
Just then, he saw a stall selling plum blossom cakes by the roadside. The stall owner was a friendly older woman who was greeting passersby with a smile.
Zhuang Chaoying stepped forward. "Big sister, I want ten plum blossom cakes."
The eldest sister deftly divided the plum blossom cakes into two bags, carefully packed them, and handed them to Zhuang Chaoying.
Zhuang Chaoying took the two paper bags with a kind smile on his face. "Sister, I have something to ask you." He gently placed the paper bags in the bicycle basket and then asked.
Where is the man of this house?
Upon hearing this, the eldest sister looked Zhuang Chaoying up and down, her eyes revealing wariness, and asked in return.
"Why are you asking this? It's two yuan and fifty cents in total."
Zhuang Chaoying remained calm and smiling as she counted out 25 cents from her pocket and handed it over, explaining.
“The man in this company is a friend of mine. I went to his former workplace but couldn’t find him. I wanted to ask you what happened.”
Upon hearing what had happened, the older sister's expression softened considerably. She looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, leaned forward and whispered.
"Then you won't find her. Her husband died two years ago due to improper operation at the factory. Widow Wang is raising three children on her own. If you want to find her husband, there's nowhere to look for him."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying frowned deeply and muttered to herself, "Dead."
The older woman sighed and continued, "He's dead. He was a very good man, leaving behind three children. Widow Wang is raising those three children alone; life is incredibly difficult for her."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded. "Sister Cheng, I'll come visit them again when I have time."
Zhuang Chaoying had a general idea of the situation. What good could possibly happen between a man and a woman in a room? It was probably something shameful.
He originally thought that if the woman wasn't a decent person either, he would just call the police. The two of them would definitely be guilty of hooliganism and would at least have to spend a few years in jail.
But after hearing what his older sister said, he hesitated again. He couldn't let this woman be ruined just because of Zhuang Ganmei. She had three children to support. What would happen to the children if he went to jail?
. . . . . . . .
As soon as Zhuang Ganmei entered the house, he was like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. He eagerly opened his arms and hugged Widow Wang tightly, his voice urgent.
"I've missed you so much."
That warmth made him want to meld Widow Wang into his own body.
The widow was flustered by the sudden enthusiasm, and she instinctively looked into the house.
Then, she forcefully pushed Zhuang Ganmei away. "Look at how impatient you are, wait a minute."
Then, she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Daqiang and Erqiang, take your little sister out to play for a while."
After saying that, she naturally took out two yuan from Zhuang Ganmei's pants pocket.
Daqiang is nine years old this year. He is a little thin. He came out of the house with his head down and slowly reached out his hand to take the money his mother handed him.
Zhuang Ganmei straightened her clothes.
"Daqiang, take Erqiang and Xiaomei to buy popsicles." After saying that, Zhuang Ganmei reached out and touched Daqiang's head.
Daqiang dodged it in an instant.
His little hands gripped the two yuan tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. Then, somewhat reluctantly, he led his younger siblings out.
"Hey!"
Widow Wang pulled him back. "The child is young and doesn't understand. Don't be like him."
Zhuang Ganmei felt incredibly relieved when she saw the three troublesome children finally leave the house.
He strode to the door, closed it, and didn't forget to turn back and give Widow Wang a passionate look.
"Baby, come here, I've missed you so much."
As he spoke, he moved his chubby mouth closer to Widow Wang, his breath carrying the stench of hot smoke.
Although Widow Wang was over thirty years old, and time had left some marks on her face, she still retained her charm.
Her eyes and brows exuded the charm of a mature woman, and she maintained a good figure. In particular, her long, jet-black hair, casually draped over her shoulders, added to her allure.
It was this unique charm that made Zhuang Ganmei eagerly pursue her, desperately wanting to be with her, and even promising that as long as she was willing to be with him, he would immediately divorce his wife and marry her in a grand and glorious way.
After much deliberation, Widow Wang decided that she did have some feelings for Zhuang Ganmei, and although she had taken over the job of her deceased husband, she was finding it difficult to raise three children on her own. She longed to find someone who would care for her and help her out, so she reluctantly agreed to be with him.
To be honest, Zhuang Ganmei is quite the actress.
Normally, the money he squeezed out of his own mother would be given to Widow Wang to spend;
He saved every penny of the meager allowance his wife gave him, hoping to be generous when he visited Widow Wang and win her favor.
In Zhuang Ganmei's eyes, Widow Wang was much more elegant than her own plain-looking wife, and she knew all sorts of charm and allure. Every time she was with her, Zhuang Ganmei felt as if she had found a new joy in life, and she couldn't wait to get entangled with her right away.