Delicious Stir-Fried Pork's Third Book

Lin Wanyin was fair-skinned and beautiful, with a naturally alluring fragrance. She was notorious across the surrounding villages as a femme fatale.

Her stepmother wanted three hundred yuan in bride price and planned to sell her off as the wife of a fool.

With nowhere else to turn, she stopped Zhou Weiguo, the fearsome “Living Yama” stationed nearby.

Zhou Weiguo stood 190 centimeters tall and was covered in hard muscle. He cared for three orphaned children of his fallen comrades. Rumor had it that he had no interest in women, and some even whispered behind his back that he was “incapable.”

Everyone in the residential compound expected Lin Wanyin to be scared off by the rugged man or driven to her death by the three rowdy kids.

The man, as hard as iron, knelt on one knee to put shoes on his delicate little wife.

Late at night, he cornered her against the wall, eyes reddened, and rasped, “Wanyin, I’ll do my best in a little while. You won’t have to lift a finger.”