Seeing that Lin Zifeng was about to leave, Widow Wang had a sudden inspiration.
Lin Zifeng asked with concern.
"I suddenly have a terrible headache. I guess it’s my old problem acting up again, probably anemia."
As she spoke, Widow Wang dramatically staggered about, her fingers lightly stroking her forehead, and her eyes half-closed fluttering towards Lin Zifeng.
However, the nature of their relationship kept Lin Zifeng from crossing the line at Thunder Pond.
Lin Zifeng had also systematically learned some self-help medical skills in the past. Symptoms of anemia usually included weakness, fatigue, and drowsiness caused by muscle hypoxia. These are the most common and earliest symptoms.
But just moments ago she was fine, with a rosy complexion. To claim anemia so suddenly seemed too abrupt.
Of course, Lin Zifeng was not about to be fooled by her little tricks.
Widow Wang, with affection in her eyes, gazed at Lin Zifeng and cooed, "I feel so dizzy, and my chest feels tight as if I’m lacking oxygen. Do you have any remedy for this?"
Watching her voice laden with seductive charm, if it were any other man, he would have leaped at her without hesitation. But Lin Zifeng could only wryly smile within. Was he really fated with women, or was it karma from a past life? Why were there always women with whom he had complicated relationships everywhere he went?
Even the woman he had always idolized as a sister since childhood now laid in his arms like a little lamb, waiting for his next move.
The reason Widow Wang was so fond of Lin Zifeng was mainly that five years ago, the village bachelors would often harass her at her home. One day, several men conspired to get Widow Wang drunk, and when they were about to take advantage of her inebriation, Lin Zifeng, who had been hanging around with Liu Laowu, kept a vigilant watch in the shadows.
Seizing the opportunity when the men were about to act, Lin Zifeng played the clichéd and somewhat tacky hero rescuing the damsel in distress. It was an old trope but genuinely moved Widow Wang. To her surprise, Lin Zifeng, whom she had always viewed as a younger brother, stepped up in the crucial moment. Because of this, Lin Zifeng ended up breaking several offenders’ hands as a stern warning. Since then, Widow Wang’s affection was partly out of gratitude and partly out of curiosity about this "little man."
But who could have predicted a major upheaval, after which Lin Zifeng left for other places, gone for five years? Now that he was back, the moment Widow Wang had dreamt of had finally come. Seeing Lin Zifeng matured and returned, her heart was already tumultuous. After all, as a woman, she hoped to have a strong man by her side to protect and care for her.
Regrettably, the heart of a woman is something a man will never truly understand.
Since Lin Zifeng was not taking the initiative, Widow Wang was definitely not going to let go of any means related to her happiness.
It’s better to be safe than sorry. Missing this opportunity might mean not finding another place to settle down. After waiting so many years, Widow Wang’s happiness was something she decided she had to seize on her own. Over the years, she had also run some small businesses; if Lin Zifeng was willing, she could switch cities at any time with all her assets.
But in Lin Zifeng’s world, Widow Wang was at best like a sister. Even if there was a promotion, she would just be a good sister.
Since he couldn’t resolve it and it was still chaotic, might as well be straightforward and harsh, and let Widow Wang give up hope altogether. Lin Zifeng’s eyes shifted.
With a plan in mind, he said, "Aunt Wang, seeing how healthy you are, there shouldn’t be anything serious. Anemia is just occasional," as Lin Zifeng glanced at his watch,
his face drastically changed, and he exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Crap! It’s already five o’clock! If I don’t get back now, my wife will literally skin me alive. That’s it for today, Aunt Wang. When I’m free, I’ll definitely make time to visit you. If I don’t go back now, my wife will make a fuss tonight."
What, what? You, you have a wife?
Aunt Wang’s expression froze! Just a moment ago she was all charm, but after Lin Zifeng’s words, her face suddenly changed.
She looked utterly shocked and puzzled. She really couldn’t imagine Lin Zifeng being married?
If that was the case, then was she being too presumptuous?
Thinking about breaking up someone’s family, Aunt Wang’s heart started to surge like towering waves, and her ample, jadelike bosom trembled with her intense emotional reaction.
It seemed like a turmoil of internal conflict.
"You, you have a wife already?"
Aunt Wang, who had been clinging to Lin Zifeng, gradually moved away, afraid that her presumptuous behavior might disgust him.
"Hehe, Aunt Wang, let’s not talk about that. It’s been five years, if I hadn’t married by now, I would have become one of those leftover men you hear about on the internet. Getting married sooner or later is inevitable, and besides, my wife is so beautiful, who else would I marry if not her? Maybe you could meet her sometime when you’re free?"
Lin Zifeng said with a beaming smile. More in his heart, he was bitterly smiling. Where did he have a wife? Nangong Bing was at best a fiancée, and it was still uncertain whether it would work out or not.
"No, no, that might not be a good idea. I’m afraid it would be even more awkward meeting your wife," she hesitated.
"Awkward? Aunt Wang, what are you talking about? Relax, my wife is not that kind of person. She’s not only beautiful but also incredibly virtuous, almost universally loved. Even I, a notorious heartbreaker, am completely tamed by her. Hehe."
Lin Zifeng casually pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it nonchalantly, and did his best to glamorize this imaginary wife while debasing his own image. As long as it convinced Aunt Wang to back off, everything would be fine.
Aunt Wang’s cheeks turned slightly red, mentally cursing Lin Zifeng’s so-called wife hundreds of times, but she maintained a carefree smile and said, "Oh my, to think our Zifeng has already snagged a wife! No wonder you seem so changed from before."
Aunt Wang tried her best to calm herself, afraid that Lin Zifeng might read something on her face. Although she was smiling, her heart felt as if it was as painfully mixed as a jar of five-flavored spices.
After all, a woman’s heart can be very petty, not able to tolerate any woman trying to steal a man from her, especially Aunt Wang, whose charm in the village was indeed unique.
Not confounding the world with charm, then stirring the hearts of the people...