Just as Zhang Xiaowei was beginning to feel amorous, a thought suddenly struck him—Liang Jing had brought him to this cave and saved him.
If he were to force himself on her now, that would be no different from being a beast.
Instantly, he let out a sly chuckle, his expression changed, and he dismissed the angry thoughts, instead starting to flatter her.
"Aunt Jing, how can you call yourself an old hag? You're beautiful and you've kept your figure so well. Those female college students at our school can't compare with you."
When Zhang Xiaowei said this, it wasn't just flattery.
Liang Jing was from the neighboring village, and to say she was the number one beauty in all the surrounding villages was no exaggeration.
At the age of eighteen, Zhao Hu's father made over three hundred thousand yuan by selling a few antique pieces hidden away in the family, and he tricked Liang Jing into his hands, leaving her pregnant.
