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

Chapter 73 They got their marriage certificate

As she spoke, she increased the pressure on her hand, and glared fiercely at the back of Li Xianglian's head, as if to say: Dare to talk nonsense, I'll skin you alive when we get back!

Li Xianglian trembled slightly, as if startled by the sudden pain, or perhaps shrinking back in fear.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes still filled with tears, and timidly glanced at the righteous officer before quickly lowering her head again.

That look was exactly like a timid wife who was forced into a corner by a bully and her greedy mother, and dared not speak out against her anger.

The clerk frowned deeply at the scene before him. He tapped his pen twice on the desk, about to speak, when Li Xianglian's voice, barely audible, rang out in the quiet office.

"Yes... I volunteered."

The officer choked on his words, unable to swallow them.

He looked at Li Xianglian with a hint of disappointment, then at Qin Rushan, who stood there like a demon, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

Good advice is useless against a damned devil! The person involved has already said it was voluntary, what can an outsider like him say?

You can't just forcibly stop people from getting married, can you?

"Alright, since it's voluntary, then fill out the form."

The clerk pushed the two forms over somewhat dejectedly, his movements revealing obvious dissatisfaction and regret.

Qin Rushan was completely unaffected, not even lifting an eyelid.

He picked up the slightly leaky fountain pen and wrote his name on the thin sheet of paper in a flamboyant style.

Each stroke of the pen was powerful and penetrating.

Li Xianglian also picked up the pen, her hand trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

She had silently recited those two names countless times in her heart, and had secretly fantasized about them countless times in the dead of night.

Now, we can finally write them together legitimately.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and neatly wrote the three characters "Li Xianglian" in that column.

"Slap! Slap!"

The clerk grabbed the official seal in a huff, slammed it into the inkpad twice, and then pressed it heavily onto the two red papers.

The bright red national emblem seal has been finalized.

Niu Guihua's eyes lit up instantly.

Before the clerk could even hand over the certificate, that large hand reached out and snatched the marriage certificate that belonged to Li Xianglian.

She didn't care whether the ink on the document was dry or not, and examined it twice to make sure the red stamp was genuine before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright! The certificate is issued, and all the paperwork is complete!"

Niu Guihua waved her hand at Qin Rushan like she was swatting flies, spitting everywhere: "She's now part of your Qin family, take her away now! Take her away! Whether she lives or dies, whether she eats coarse food or feasts, it has nothing to do with our Li family! Don't come running back to your parents' house for no reason!"

She tried to slip away, but suddenly slammed on the brakes, turned around, and yelled at the top of her lungs:

"Hey! Qin Rushan! Let's get this straight: although the bride price is waived, the custom of the bride returning to her parents' home three days later is an old tradition set by our ancestors, and it can't be broken! If you dare to come back empty-handed, making me lose face in the village, I won't let you get away with it! You'll have to bring back at least a pig's hind leg!"

After saying that, without waiting for Qin Rushan's reply, his two short legs moved quickly, and he disappeared along the dirt road in a flash.

In the commune courtyard, the wind swirled a few fallen leaves, sending them spinning on the ground.

As soon as that noisy figure disappeared, the world seemed to fall silent instantly.

Qin Rushan and Li Xianglian walked out of the office building one after the other.

Neither of them spoke, and they walked on in silence.

After passing through the bustling street and bypassing the crowds at the supply and marketing cooperative, we finally turned onto a quiet path leading to the river.

This is a deserted reed marshland, and apart from wild ducks, hardly anyone comes here on weekdays.

The tall reeds grow densely, forming natural barriers that keep out the noise and disturbances from the outside world.

Qin Rushan stopped so abruptly that it was as if his feet were rooted to the ground. Li Xianglian bumped headfirst into his back, which was as hard as an iron plate, and her nose stung so much that tears almost welled up in her eyes.

"Like a mountain..."

She was rubbing her nose and about to look up when her wrist was suddenly gripped by a large, hot hand.

The force was terrifying, giving her no time to react. Qin Rushan turned around, grabbed her waist with his other hand, and with a burst of speed, dragged her deep into the reeds that were taller than a person.

"Splash—"

The dense reeds were knocked over and swayed, startling two dozing wild ducks, which quacked and flapped their wings as they flew away.

The world spun around.

By the time Li Xianglian came to her senses, she was already pinned tightly against the trunk of an old, crooked willow tree.

Behind him was rough, cracked tree bark, and in front of him was a wall of flesh radiating heat and the smell of sweat.

It was very dark inside, and the surrounding area was completely covered by dense reeds.

The sun was completely blocked.

Qin Rushan's military cap was nowhere to be seen, and a few strands of his black hair were sticking wetly to his forehead. His eyes, which were usually narrowed and had a cold, sinister look, were now bloodshot, burning with two flames that seemed to want to devour the woman in front of him, skin and bones.

He stared intently at her, as if he wanted to devour the woman in front of him whole, skin and bones.

"Li Xianglian".

He called her name, his voice hoarse as if he had sand in his mouth.

"Why."

Li Xianglian had barely uttered a sound when Qin Rushan forcefully shut her down, silencing her completely.

This doesn't even count as a kiss.

This is tearing, this is plundering, this is the eruption of a volcano that has been building up for three years.

His thick, chapped lips pressed heavily against hers, his tongue, with an irresistible domineering force, ruthlessly prying open her teeth.

The stubble prickled her face painfully, her lips went numb from being sucked, and she even tasted a faint metallic rust.

Qin Rushan had been holding back for too long.

That burning anger had been simmering in his heart for two or three years, causing him pain in his internal organs. Now that he had received this certificate, everything he did was legal, and the string of reason he once held snapped completely.

"Well……"

Li Xianglian was kissed so hard she could hardly breathe, and her mind went blank.

Her strength was nothing compared to Qin Rushan's; her fist, which had been pounding on his chest, slowly loosened and eventually clung tightly to his broad shoulders.

She didn't dodge.

She responded clumsily and passionately, offering her tongue to him and entwining it with his.

Qin Rushan's rough, large hand slid down her waistline, his burning palm almost scalding her skin through the thin fabric. He pinched the soft flesh of her waist hard, the same spot Niu Guihua had pinched earlier.

"Does it hurt?" He released her lips and asked, panting heavily.

"It hurts." Li Xianglian nodded honestly, tears welling in her eyes, but she was smiling.

"You'll remember it if it hurts."

Qin Rushan suddenly pulled her into his arms and squeezed her tightly, as if he wanted to mold the two of them into one. Their bones collided with each other, making a dull thud.

"From this day forward, you are my rightful wife. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you again, I'll chop off their claws! Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, you will only ever belong to the Qin family!"

Li Xianglian buried her face in his military uniform on his chest. The rough fabric chafed her face a little, but she felt a sense of peace she had never felt before.

"I know." She sniffled, her voice trembling with tears. "I've been yours for a long time, always have."

This sentence completely ignited Qin Rushan's anger.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Hold!"

Qin Rushan cursed under his breath.

He lifted Li Xianglian up, making sure her feet were off the ground and her back was suspended against the tree trunk. His large hand, which had been relatively well-behaved before, seemed to have a mind of its own and skillfully slipped under her clothes.

The rough fingertips, calloused from years of handling guns, rubbed against the delicate, warm skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"As...as high as a mountain!"

Li Xianglian gasped, her body stiffening abruptly as she braced herself against his shoulders. "This...this is outside! We're still in the wilderness!"

"What's going on outside?"

Qin Rushan lowered his head, his burning lips landing on her slender neck, moving downwards until he bit down hard on her delicate collarbone, leaving a clear tooth mark.

"There's not a soul in this reed marsh! You're my wife, I can go wherever I want! You're the one I rightfully married!"

His hand stopped at the edge of her undergarment, his fingertips trembling slightly. Just one more inch up and he could completely untie that restraint.

The skin beneath my palm was incredibly soft, yet burning hot.

He could have her right now if he wanted to.

Right here in the reeds, under this old crooked tree, let everyone in the surrounding villages know that Li Xianglian is Qin Rushan's woman.

but……

The woman in his arms was trembling.

It wasn't because I was moved by love, it was because I was afraid.

Qin Rushan abruptly stopped.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his heavy breathing coming in rapid, labored breaths, each breath spraying hot air onto her sensitive skin.

Li Xianglian has lived a hard life.

She was treated like a maid at her parents' home and like a tool for giving birth at the Zhao family's home.

She has never been properly cared for; even when she just got her marriage certificate, she was forced to go by Niu Guihua.

If we were to take care of things right here in the open today, how would we be any different from those good-for-nothings in the village who only thought about sneaking into the cornfields to take advantage of others?

Although Qin Rushan was rough and uncouth, he cherished this woman.

Since she is a properly married daughter-in-law, she should be treated with the utmost respect.

This first time, it has to be on the warm kang (heated brick bed) at home, with red candles lit, and they have to drink the nuptial wine to make it a perfect occasion. He can't let her think that she's a woman who can be slept with by just anyone.

"call--"

Qin Rushan exhaled a long breath, as if trying to expel all the fire from his lungs.

With great difficulty, he withdrew his hand from that soft warmth, and in doing so, he pulled down the rolled-up hem of her dress, smoothing it out little by little, leaving not a single wrinkle.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Qin Rushan raised his head, his resolute face still flushed, sweat dripping down his temples, looking a little frightening, but his eyes were much clearer.

He released his grip, allowing Li Xianglian to land on her feet.

Then, somewhat irritated, he scratched his hair, turned around twice on the ground, bent down to pick up the military cap that had somehow fallen into the grass, patted it hard on the dirt, and put it on his head to cover his still fiery eyes.

"Let's go home!"

He grabbed Li Xianglian's hand, held it tightly in his palm, and strode out of the reeds.

"Go back where?" Li Xianglian stumbled as he pulled her.

"Let's go back to our own home."

Qin Rushan didn't turn his head, his voice hard, "Tonight, nail all the doors and windows shut, and nobody is going to bother me while I'm doing my business."

Li Xianglian followed Qin Rushan out of the reeds, her face as red as a monkey's bottom.

A surge of heat shot up from the base of his neck to the top of his head.

Just now inside, this man was biting and nibbling at her, and his calloused hand was rubbing her waist all over. That flesh is still burning hot.

Especially the last sentence, "nail all the doors and windows shut," made her legs tremble so badly that she could barely walk.

This man, who usually looks cold and aloof like a stone, suddenly becomes rough in this kind of situation, both in his actions and his words, each sentence hitting the softest spot in people's hearts.

"What are you dawdling for? Are your legs going weak?"