Lin Zhenghui looked at Yuan'er, his sister-in-law, whose eyes were as beautiful as stars, glaring at him.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his head and chuckled, "Well, when I was taking a shower, I accidentally saw the size of your bra!"
As he said that, his eyes once again fell on her proud peaks, standing tall and firm under the thin fabric of her clothing, trembling slightly with each breath, and outlining the shape of the bra beneath.
Then Lin Zhenghui explained to his sister-in-law, "You know, sister-in-law, I am not my mom's biological child, and I don't share any blood relation with my brother."
"I'm going to try on clothes!" Nangong Yuan'er knew what he was thinking—he wanted to do it with her right there.
"Sister-in-law, I really like you. Marry me," Lin Zhenghui said to his 25-year-old sister-in-law, who was two years his senior.
"No way, even if you and your brother aren't related by blood, it's still not possible. I don't want to end up collecting your dead body."
Nangong Yuan'er's only kin now was this younger uncle. She cherished their current life and didn't want to lose him.
"I'm tough, I'm not afraid of a woman with the 'white tiger' destiny!" thought Lin Zhenghui, thinking of her snow-white, hairless 'white tiger' nestled between her valleys.
"You might not be afraid, but I am!" Nangong Yuan'er said a bit angrily, glaring at him.
"..."
Lin Zhenghui watched her, carrying a few brand-new undergarments, head into the chicken coop to try them on.
She recognized the brand. Each piece cost four or five hundred yuan—too expensive for her to even consider buying.
And these colors were her favorites too.
Wearing them gave her an indescribable sweet sensation, and she occasionally looked back.
For some reason, the absence of Lin Zhenghui peeking at her changing made her feel a touch of disappointment.
Lin Zhenghui wanted to sneak a peek too.
But he feared he couldn't control the lust in his heart, and if he drove his sister-in-law away, where would he find another like her?
"Sister, does the clothing fit? I'll transfer 60,000 yuan to you. Use it to pay off that credit loan, and consider the rest as your salary," Lin Zhenghui said, operating his phone.
"Mm, they fit perfectly!" replied Nangong Yuan'er.
"In another month, once all these chickens are sold and our capital is back, making a net profit of 200,000 yuan a year won't be a problem," Lin Zhenghui reckoned, thinking about his ecological farming project.
"You mentioned building an eco-lodge and a country farm-stay here. How much would that cost, and do you think people would come?" Yuan'er, having finished trying on the clothes, also found two black stockings in the bag that made her cheeks turn red.
She thought to herself, "Does he want me to wear these for him to see?"
"Let's talk about that later. I'm going to start live streaming now to see if I can make some money for the electricity bill," Lin Zhenghui said, going live on his phone as usual.
Atop this mountain, there was a signal tower, and with his 5G phone, the connection was excellent.
He had a thousand fans, but only about twenty were watching the live stream.
And these twenty fans were young women, plus a few older ladies.
There was no helping it, Lin Zhenghui was too handsome, just like those male celebrities from Pickle Country.
His skin was a bronze color, his features finely chiseled, handsome and pretty in a way that suggested a dash of roguish charm. Beneath his arched brows lay a pair of long, almond-shaped eyes, brimming with passion that could easily ensnare a woman's heart.
In the live stream comments:
"Wow, the handsome guy is live again, feeding chickens," a female viewer commented.
"Handsome guy, where are you from? Let's be friends!"
"Do you have a girlfriend, handsome guy? Can I visit you? Would you welcome me?"
"Young man, you look just like my husband."
"To the auntie above, are you thinking of robbing the cradle?"
"Young man, just because you look like my husband, I'm giving you a rocket..."
"666… Rich tycoon."
A wave of rockets followed, each worth at least a few thousand yuan if not tens of thousands, which surprised Lin Zhenghui.
Ordinarily, the gifts he received ranged from a few yuan to several tens of yuan.
Today, he encountered a fan named "I am a Sinner" who sent him a few thousand yuan.
"Young man, let's be friends," this fan named I am a Sinner commented.
"Sure," Lin Zhenghui readily accepted the gold-giving fan's friend request.
"Handsome, I've added you as a friend, please accept."
"Handsome, didn't you say last time you were thinking about starting an eco-agriculture B&B? I can invest in you!"
"Handsome, are you up for it? I'll give you a big red envelope afterwards!"
"..."
In the online world, there's all kinds of people.
Men want to meet beautiful internet celebrities, while women want to meet handsome young men, roughly the same principle.
However, Lin Zhenghui didn't just add anyone as a friend.
He just didn't expect that, having just added this fan named I am a Sinner,
Her first message was: "Young man, how old are you?"
"My dear sponsor, I am 23," Lin Zhenghui replied, "but I'm not just any kind of man, you know."
"23? So similar. If my son was still alive, he would be your age."
"Aren't you supposed to resemble your husband? How come it's your son now?" Lin Zhenghui had thought she wanted to meet up. He never imagined it would be an old woman.
It made him think of wrinkled dried plums on the body of an old woman.
Then, Lin Zhenghui directly blocked her; it was just too disgusting.
She hadn't even had the chance to reply to him.
When she discovered this young man, who looked like her husband, had blocked her,
"..." she was stunned, then broke into a joyful smile while looking at her phone screen.
Mumbling to herself: "So similar, 23 years old, too coincidental. It's been 23 years; finally, I may have found a lead!"
"Chairwoman, you seem very happy? By the way, the lunch meeting has been prepared," her beautiful secretary said, watching her boss smile so sweetly for the first time.
"Xue'er, I have a task for you. If you succeed, I will reward you with a car worth 2 million yuan!" said the chairwoman, who appeared to be in her thirties and was smiling cheerfully.
If anyone knew her, they would know this elegantly dressed woman was actually in her forties.
"Chairwoman, what's the task?"
Hearing the reward of a car worth 2 million yuan, the smile on the face of the professionally-dressed beauty widened.
Her eyes were fixed on her boss, who usually focused so much on beauty and skincare, possessing a glamorous and alluring appearance, snow-white and smooth skin, and the mature charm of a woman halfway to old age.
"Come on, open the WeChat live-streaming app on your phone and follow this account named: I'm Engaging in Eco-Farming in the Countryside..."
"Is it this one?"
"Yes, that's the one. Then, you find a way to get close to him and get his hair for me. That's when you've completed your task."
"Wow, he's so handsome, looks a bit like you. Could he be..."
"It's just a suspicion for now. If it turns out to be true, I'll give you an apartment worth ten million yuan."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. But you must keep it a secret; don't let anyone else find out!"
"Chairwoman, I know what to do!"