Fortunately, the woman seemed very naive; she only knew to kick Lin Wanrong's tough buttocks, seemingly unaware of the importance of certain key areas to a man.
Lin Wanrong felt at ease, realizing that the woman's kicks on his buttocks seemed much weaker. As time passed, it became almost negligible. Enjoying this gentle "massage," Lin Wanrong, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.
The young woman, lacking in strength due to her age, grew tired after a few kicks. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she glanced at Lin Wanrong. To her surprise, he had a sweet smile on his face and had already entered the realm of dreams, drooling all over the place.
Seeing him sleep so soundly, the woman became even more furious. She gritted her teeth, grabbed Lin Wanrong's ear, and said, "Lin San, wake up!"
Lin Wanrong, half-asleep, opened his eyes. Before he could see the woman's face, her grip couldn't hold his weight, and he fell back to the ground, continuing his rendezvous with the Sandman.
The woman looked at him, annoyed, and said, "You dog servant, just wait. I'll make you regret it." She kicked Lin Wanrong a few more times before turning around, leaving even the deceased Mighty General behind.
Lin Wanrong enjoyed a particularly sweet sleep that night. In his dreams, he encountered Qiao Qiao, the charming girl who spoke of affection, a mix of shyness and coyness that made him reluctant to wake up.
When he finally awoke, he yawned and stretched, feeling sore all over. Reflecting on the day's encounter with the vicious dog, he couldn't help but be annoyed. Considering his unexpected display of strength, he realized one shouldn't be pushed too far—dogs jump walls when anxious, and rabbits bite when pushed.
Thinking about the evil woman who set the dog loose, her voice seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. Since arriving here, he could count the women he knew on one hand.
First, there was Xiao Qingxuan, who disguised herself as a man. She harbored deep hatred towards him and, even though he had killed the vicious dog, he had also fallen. Given her abilities, eliminating him would have been a simple task. Thus, it couldn't be her.
Then there was Qiao Qiao, the clever and affectionate girl who wouldn't do such a thing.
Could it be Madam Xiao? Lin Wanrong's heart skipped a beat. The third woman he knew was Madam Xiao, but it seemed unlikely for her to unleash a vicious dog. Moreover, he had no grievances with her, and she had no reason to do such a thing.
Unable to recall any conflicts with anyone, Lin Wanrong decided to stop thinking about it. Come what may, he would face it head-on.
Feeling dizzy and overwhelmed, he lay on the ground for a while. Slowly, his strength returned, and he struggled to get up. The garden was in chaos, a result of the fierce battle between man and dog. Lin Wanrong, both tired and discontented, couldn't be bothered to clean up.
Approaching the lifeless evil dog, he gloated, "You thought you could bully me, but you're wrong. What a pretentious Mighty General—you fell into my hands so easily."
Lin Wanrong smiled triumphantly, dragged the fallen Mighty General inside, found two branches to set up a makeshift rack, and securely bound the vicious dog to it.
Although the room provided by Uncle Fu was simple, essential living items were abundant. Lin Wanrong searched for a while and soon found a small knife.
He sneered, approached the improvised rack, and peeled off the skin of the vicious dog. Chopping the dog meat into pieces, he thoroughly cleaned it. Delighted, he placed the meat in a pot, ready to stew.
Today, he had fought a fierce battle with the evil dog. Although he had slept soundly on the ground, he was still somewhat fatigued. After finishing everything, he took another nap inside the house.
In the midst of a hazy state, he heard someone outside exclaim, "Smells great! This is some high-quality dog meat." It was Uncle Fu's voice.
Lin Wanrong, sitting up and smiling, said, "Uncle Fu, are you working or taking a break? It's already this late." The sun was setting, and Uncle Fu had just appeared, undoubtedly slacking off.
Uncle Fu chuckled, "Today, you're on duty. With you around, what could possibly go wrong? Hehe, Lin San, you really know how to enjoy life. Is this dog meat from a dog you killed secretly? Good stuff. I'll have a feast tonight."
During the dog fight, you weren't helping, but now that it's time to eat, you're quite enthusiastic. Lin Wanrong secretly despised Uncle Fu but didn't express it. Uncle Fu, however, lacked that self-awareness. Clapping his hands, he said, "How can good meat be without good wine? Hehe, Lin San, you're in for a treat tonight. I'll fetch a jar from Madam's wine cellar. Hehe, you mustn't tell Madam."
Lin Wanrong knew that Uncle Fu had taken advantage of the situation to enjoy this dog meat. After the fright he had experienced today, having a drink to calm his nerves was understandable. Lin Wanrong nodded in agreement.
Uncle Fu, a natural glutton, hastily departed, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. In no time, he sneakily brought a bottle of unopened Shaoxing Daughter Red.
Comparing it to the strong liquor he had tasted before, Daughter Red might be mild, but due to its long aging, it had a faint, charming fragrance that Lin Wanrong found appealing.
The two sat, enjoying their meal and drink. Lin Wanrong, in a cheerful mood, suddenly asked with a grin, "Uncle Fu, do you know who in the Xiao family compound likes to raise dogs?"
"Raise dogs? That would be Sec—"
Uncle Fu, who was happily gnawing on a dog whip, suddenly turned pale. It seemed like he recalled something and said, "Just now, looking at the dog hair outside, it seems somewhat familiar. Could it be from our estate?"
"Whether it's from our estate or not, I don't know. But this dog seems to have a quite imposing name—Mighty General." Lin Wanrong casually replied.
"What? Mighty General?" Uncle Fu jumped up, his face turning ashen. "Lin San, enjoy your meal slowly. I have urgent matters to attend to. By the way, please don't tell anyone that I ate this dog meat. Please, please."
Having said that, he quickly left, resembling the maids who had escaped earlier. Apparently, spending an extra minute near Lin Wanrong would bring bad luck.
Lin Wanrong thought it was better that he left. Finishing the delicious meal and satisfying his appetite, Lin Wanrong lay back on the bed, gradually drifting into a peaceful sleep. Suddenly, he remembered the plant he had seen in the wild during yesterday's brawl, but he couldn't recall its name. After pondering for a while, he couldn't make the connection, so he let it go and peacefully slept through
the night.