Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 109 This place can only fit one person, me.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lijia Village was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year that day.

Li Jianshe spared no expense to show off, hiring the best percussion band from the neighboring village. The suona horns were played deafeningly, and bright red "double happiness" characters covered the entire house.

Li Jianshe was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit that he only wore during the New Year, with a large red silk flower pinned to his chest. He looked even more dashing than when he was a groom.

While directing the older women helping out in the kitchen to chop vegetables, Liu Xiaocui shouted at the top of her lungs, "Weimin! Where have you been? The auspicious hour is almost here, and you're still dawdling like a woman!"

At this moment, Li Weimin was hiding in the side room of his house, which was to be used as their new home, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror had hair oiled and combed so smoothly that even a fly landing on it would have to do the splits.

He was wearing a brand new white polyester shirt, which was a bit too big and looked rather loose, but he still looked presentable.

But those eyes were filled with terror and a deathly stillness born of resignation.

"Sigh..." He sighed heavily, as if he were sighing away all the luck he had in this life.

"Stop sighing!"

The curtain was flung open, and Liu Xiaocui burst in, holding a hat also adorned with a large red flower. Without a word, she slammed it onto Li Weimin's head, yelling, "Today is your big day! Get your gloomy face off! If your in-laws see this and laugh at you, I'll skin you alive when we get back!"

Li Weimin felt his head sink under the weight of the hat and shrank his neck, saying, "Mom, I...I'm nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about! Getting married is a blessing!"

Although Liu Xiaocui was scolding fiercely, she still reached out to straighten her son's collar, her tone revealing a hint of ruthlessness, "Remember this, stand up straight! You're going to get married, not to visit a grave! That Li Xiaotao may be fierce, but once she enters our family, she's one of us. You're a man, do you think she'll eat you alive?"

Li Weimin smiled bitterly to himself.

Eaten? That's hard to say; maybe not even a bone fragment will be left.

Amidst a deafening burst of firecrackers and suona horns, Li Weimin was shoved out the door.

A 28-inch bicycle was parked at the gate of the courtyard. Li Jianshe had specially borrowed it from the neighboring village. The handlebars were tied with a bright red ribbon, making it look extremely festive.

Li Weimin straddled the bicycle, his feet on the pedals, his calves still spinning.

"Let's pick up the bride!" the master of ceremonies shouted, and the wedding procession set off in a grand procession.

Along the way, villagers who came to watch the spectacle blocked the road completely.

Li Weimin rode on the bicycle, feeling as if he had been stripped naked and paraded through the streets, and he felt as if those gazes were pricking him with needles.

"Hey, Weimin looks really handsome today! You've really hit the jackpot!"

"That's right, he's the Party Secretary's son-in-law. Won't he be able to do whatever he wants in the village from now on? Weimin, don't forget about us poor folks when you become successful!"

Hearing these sarcastic and mocking words, Li Weimin could only awkwardly force a smile, a smile so stiff it looked like a piece of paper pasted on his face.

As they passed the big willow tree, several hooligans who usually loved to joke around crowded by the roadside and whistled at Li Weimin.

"Brother Weimin, I heard your wife is a notorious 'tiger mom.' With your small frame, can you handle her at night?"

"Hahaha! Don't let him get kicked off the bed, that would be incredibly embarrassing!"

Li Weimin's face turned a deep shade of liver, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He lowered his head and pedaled furiously, wanting nothing more than to escape the suffocating gaze.

When we arrived at Secretary Li's house, it was even more lively.

The entrance was crowded with people. Li Youtian stood at the entrance, his face beaming with smiles.

Li Weimin entered the courtyard surrounded by a group of people.

According to custom, the groom must go to pick up the bride.

The wedding procession went so smoothly it was almost frightening.

There was no one blocking the door, no one making things difficult, and even the usually boisterous young men became as docile as quails when they arrived at Li Xiaotao's bedroom door.

Who would dare to disrupt Li Xiaotao's wedding night? Unless they have a death wish.

He walked cautiously to the door of the west room, but before he could reach out to push it open, the curtain was suddenly lifted from the inside.

Li Weimin was startled and instinctively took a step back.

Li Xiaotao, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, stood gracefully at the door.

The wedding dress was tailored to fit her figure perfectly, highlighting her curvaceous body.

She wasn't wearing any makeup today, just a little face cream and a layer of red paper on her lips, but her striking and beautiful aura outshone all the young women and wives watching the spectacle.

Looking at Li Weimin's timid and hesitant appearance, a hint of amusement flashed in her large, usually somewhat fierce eyes. Then, she deliberately put on a stern face and snorted coldly, "What? Do I have to carry you out?"

Li Weimin shuddered and quickly stepped forward, handing over the bouquet: "No...no need..."

Li Xiaotao took the flowers, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. Lowering her voice, she said in a tone only the two of them could hear, "Idiot, straighten your back! If you keep acting like a coward, I'll spank you!"

Li Weimin was so frightened that he quickly straightened his back and didn't even dare to breathe.

The wedding procession went surprisingly smoothly, perhaps because everyone knew Li Xiaotao's temper and no one dared to cause any trouble.

It wasn't until Li Xiaotao sat on the back of the bicycle and her slightly warm hands gently wrapped around Li Weimin's waist that Li Weimin felt a sense of reality he had never experienced before.

The body pressed against my back was soft and warm, carrying a pleasant scent of face cream. It wasn't the faint, cool aura of Li Xianglian, but rather a passionate, scalding presence, as if it were about to set me ablaze.

"Ride carefully, or you'll be in big trouble if you fall off," Li Xiaotao whispered in his ear, her voice carrying a hint of girlish coquettishness.

Li Weimin's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously increased the force of his footing.

……

Li Weimin felt like he was sleepwalking all day.

He was being manipulated like a puppet, going through the rituals of bowing to heaven and earth, offering toasts, and listening to the elders' admonitions.

His mind was a jumbled mess, with only the burning sensation after drinking those two glasses of Moutai reminding him that this was not a dream.

As the night deepened and the guests departed, the noisy suona horns finally ceased, leaving only a pile of red paper scraps in the courtyard, which appeared particularly glaring under the moonlight.

Li Weimin was pushed into the bridal chamber by several drunken relatives.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Two bright red dragon and phoenix wedding candles were lit inside the room, their flames leaping and making the large red "囍" character almost dazzling.

Li Xiaotao was sitting upright on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), with the red veil still on her head.

Li Weimin stood at the door, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, unable to take a step.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, so quiet that you could hear the crackling of the light bulb and the thunderous pounding of his own heart.

He was afraid.

I'm afraid of this "she-devil," and I'm afraid of everything that's about to happen.

"What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to invite you?"

Li Xiaotao's familiar voice came from under the veil, tinged with a hint of impatience, but more so with a heart-fluttering anticipation.

Li Weimin swallowed hard and forced himself to move over.

My hands were trembling slightly as I picked up the auspicious scales used to lift the veil.

This auspicious scale was passed down from his grandfather, and it was quite heavy.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, stretched out the scales, and picked up that bright red stain.

The veil slipped off, revealing Li Xiaotao's face, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

In the candlelight, her eyes sparkled, those usually sharp eyes now seemed to hold a pool of spring water as she looked at him tenderly.

Li Weimin was stunned.

He had never seen Li Xiaotao this close before.

I used to only remember her as fierce, and her fists that looked like they could eat someone alive, but I never realized that she was actually so beautiful.

That was a beauty completely different from Li Xianglian's.

If Xianglian is a white lotus quietly blooming by the water, then Li Xiaotao is a fire burning in the mountains and fields, passionate, unrestrained, and full of vitality that cannot be ignored.

"Silly boy, have you seen enough?"

Li Xiaotao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him reproachfully. That glare lacked its usual fierceness and instead exuded a touch of charm.

Li Weimin snapped out of his daze, his face flushing slightly. He quickly looked away and stammered, "Beautiful...beautiful..."

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you."

Li Xiaotao stood up, her slender figure appearing even more alluring in her red dress.

She walked to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Li Weimin. "Drink this toast, and you'll be mine from now on."

Li Weimin took the wine glass, his hand still trembling slightly.

Their arms were intertwined, and at that moment, he smelled her strong fragrance, mixed with the scent of alcohol, which made him feel slightly intoxicated.

The alcohol is spicy and irritating when it enters the throat and intestines.

After finishing her drink, Li Xiaotao threw down her glass, turned around and looked at Li Weimin with a burning, dangerous gaze.

"Li Weimin," she called out his full name.

"Hey...hey!" Li Weimin quickly responded in fright, like a primary school student waiting for a scolding from the teacher.

Li Xiaotao approached him step by step until she forced him back to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), where he had nowhere left to retreat.

She reached out, grabbed Li Weimin by the collar, and pulled him close to her. Their noses were touching, and their breaths mingled.

"I'm asking you, do you still have feelings for Li Xianglian?"

The question was blunt, like a sharp knife piercing Li Weimin's heart.

His body stiffened, and his eyes began to dart around: "N-nothing..."

"Look me in the eyes!"

Li Xiaotao tightened her grip, clenching her fist and slamming it towards him. "If I find out you're still thinking about that woman, I'll rip your heart out and see if it's black or red!"

Li Weimin was driven to desperation. He looked into those eyes so close to his own, and saw his own panicked face reflected in them.

"It's really over!" he said through gritted teeth. "She's already married Qin Rushan, what... what am I supposed to think about?"

"At least you understand."

Li Xiaotao let go of her hand.

She reached out and poked Li Weimin's chest. "From now on, this place can only hold me. If you dare to stray, you can expect to become a eunuch."