Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 62: Does Your Dad Have Face Here?

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Does Your Dad Have Face Here?

"This... this is nothing, just some fertilizer."

Li Xiaobao’s smile was uglier than crying, his heart pounded like a drum, terrified that Chen Dashan would hit him.

"Is it?"

Chen Dashan retorted, obviously doubting Li Xiaobao’s words.

Li Xiaobao kept stepping backward, seeking a chance to run away. If he ran fast enough, Chen Dashan wouldn’t be able to catch him.

"Hehe..."

Li Xiaobao flashed a goofy smile with big yellow teeth as Chen Dashan suddenly spoke up, "This couldn’t be poison, could it?"

"Impossible!"

A shiver ran through Li Xiaobao, Chen Dashan had figured it out so quickly? That seemed impossible. Stay calm, stay calm.

"Since it isn’t poison, take a sip and prove it to me."

Chen Dashan closed in on him step by step. Li Xiaobao continued to back away, his forehead slick with cold sweat. Asking him to drink poison was completely out of the question. If he didn’t run now, then when?

Li Xiaobao threw the medicine bucket he was holding and took off running, but Chen Dashan chased him down in a few strides, and with one flying kick, Li Xiaobao was sent flying several meters, his head plunging into the ground, seeing stars.

"Ouch!"

Li Xiaobao’s mouth and nose bled, his pain so severe he grimaced and covered his face with both hands—it truly hurt.

Seeing Chen Dashan walking steadily towards him, Li Xiaobao, with icy cold limbs, pleaded, "Don’t come over, please don’t come over..."

"Whimper... I really know I was wrong, I won’t dare do it again, please let me go!"

Li Xiaobao clung to Chen Dashan’s legs, crying out loud.

Chen Dashan remained unmoved, shook off Li Xiaobao’s hands, and kicked him in the stomach.

"Ah..."

Li Xiaobao screamed like a pig being slaughtered, then collapsed on the ground, unable to move. Chen Dashan was truly terrifying.

Li Xiaobao, snot and tears mingling, continuously kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Dashan, for the sake of us being from the same village, let me go, after all, my dad is the village head, think of the monk’s face if not the Buddha’s..."

"Give my dad some face, please!"

"Does your dad have any face here with me?"

Chen Dashan kicked again, and Li Xiaobao passed out immediately.

Looking at Li Xiaobao, who lay like a dead pig, Chen Dashan still wasn’t satisfied. Not only had Li Xiaobao poisoned his own fruit trees, but his brother’s death was also undeniably linked to him. There was no way he could easily let Li Xiaobao off the hook.

"Is that you talking, Dashan?"

"Dashan?"

A crisp female voice rang out, and with the rustling footsteps, Chen Dashan turned around to see Zhao Yaqian, clad in a white lace nightgown, holding a phone, casually walking towards him.

The nightgown was held up by thin straps on her shoulders, exposing her fair shoulders. The voluptuous chest was accentuated by net-like lace, and the round mounds were shielded by a layer of mysterious lace edging, looking particularly tempting.

The fabric of the nightgown was as fluid as water, and through it, Zhao Yaqian wasn’t wearing a bra; her round mounds were adorned with two small cherries, bouncing up and down with her steps.

As she moved, her long white legs and slender waist were clearly outlined by the moonlight.

Seeing Chen Dashan’s unwavering gaze, Zhao Yaqian raised a hand to adjust a loose strand of hair by her ear, shyly saying, "In the middle of the night, what did you call me here for?"

She knew very well.

Chen Dashan didn’t point it out, but moved forward a few steps, wrapped his arms around Zhao Yaqian’s waist, his hand steadily rubbing downward, reaching her shapely buttocks, and he couldn’t help but increase the force of his grasp.

The rough and hot hand made Zhao Yaqian’s heartbeat quicken, her watery eyes fixed on Chen Dashan as she said, "Are you planning to do it here?"

"Yes!"

Chen Dashan said decisively, and Zhao Yaqian was lying in his arms, gasping heavily.

A pair of naughty hands reached directly for Chen Dashan’s fiery rod; experienced, her hands moved up and down as she seductively said, "I also want it here, here it’s more thrilling."

Without a word, Chen Dashan pressed the wanton Zhao Yaqian against the nearby fruit tree.

The nightgown was thin, and as Chen Dashan’s hands frantically roamed, Zhao Yaqian’s legs weakened, and she leaned on the trunk of the tree, sticking out her round buttocks, waiting for Chen Dashan.

Seeing her impatient and writhing body saying provocatively, Dashan’s hands plunged deep into her secret garden, the area between her thighs already drenched—a veritable flood.

"You little slut, do you want to get fucked?"

His fingers moving in and out, Dashan whispered into Zhao Yaqian’s ear. She, with eyes like silk, extended her tongue and licked the side of Dashan’s face.

The moaning continued unabated.

"Dashan, why is there still someone over there?"

Zhao Yaqian said and suddenly became shy, sticking out her buttocks, afraid to move any further.

"It’s Li Xiaobao," Dashan said. "I caught him red-handed, using pesticide to kill several of my trees. I didn’t break his legs only because I wanted to save your face."

Li Xiaobao?

Zhao Yaqian looked disdainfully, remembering Li Xiaobao’s sordid and wretched demeanor, and said sarcastically, "People like him need to be sorted out, useless and spiteful."

"You can deal with him, don’t save face for me."

Zhao Yaqian’s voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Chen Dashan chuckled, pulling down his trousers to his ankles, and before Zhao Yaqian could react, he thrust forward sharply.

"Ah... Hmm..."

Zhao Yaqian’s face turned red, feeling like she was about to burst, overwhelmed with satisfaction and a feeling of fullness wafted over her, as she comfortably moaned.

Dashan kneaded Zhao Yaqian’s round buttocks, forcefully parting her secret garden and thrusting wildly in and out.

Seeing Li Xiaobao lying on the ground like a dead dog, Zhao Yaqian felt a surge of madness. The faster Dashan thrust, the louder her cries became, as if there was a strange pleasure in her heart.

In front of her own husband, to be brutally entered by another man.

Unspeakable, yet Zhao Yaqian in her heart desired more, something more intense.

"Dashan, will Li Xiaobao wake up?"

"Ah... Ahh... Mmm..."

Zhao Yaqian clutched the tree trunk, her whole body trembling.

Chen Dashan glanced at Li Xiaobao on the ground and surged forward with force, eliciting another moan from Zhao Yaqian; the garden was now a golden soup of wetness—damp, moist, slippery.

"Let him watch, let him see how I fuck his wife!"

Chen Dashan had a wicked smile on his face, his movements unceasing.

Li Xiaobao, lying on the ground, had actually woken up long ago but dared not rise, fearing disrupting Chen Dashan could lead to newer conflicts stacked upon old grievances, which Dashan would never forgive, and, indeed, he was genuinely frightened by Chen Dashan.

Listening to Zhao Yaqian’s moans, Li Xiaobao felt tortured internally, but certain parts of him had already become unresponsive.

Hearing the slut’s moaning, Li Xiaobao’s hatred reached its peak, internally cursing each of Dashan’s ancestors, but he could only keep his eyes closed and feign death.

The sounds of moaning continued for over an hour.

Chen Dashan glanced at Li Xiaobao, aware he was feigning death, and deliberately said, "Take it in your mouth!"

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