Divorced woman with child travels through time

The strange fragrance emanating from this woman was inexplicably alluring and captivating, and Zhou Zhengyu had no intention of letting her go.

Xiong Dajia had been secretly watching this side. Seeing that Zhou Zhengyu had drunk at least two jugs of wine, he figured he was about done. So he secretly gestured for Manniang to leave quickly, and then came out to persuade her, "Sir, you're drunk. Why don't you rest early?" However, it wasn't surprising that each lady in Cuihua Tower had her own unique fragrance.

The fragrance emanating from Xiong Dajia was subtle and pervasive. As she gently swayed her sleeves, the fragrance wafted even more intensely. Zhou Zhengyu, smelling the scent, felt increasingly restless and hot. Remembering how he often gave up halfway through, he couldn't help but say, "Changqing, go and get the medicine from my car."

"Come on, Qingqing, help me to bed." Zhou Zhengyu still held onto Manniang's hand tightly. Xiaoyu was getting anxious, and Manniang was even more anxious. She couldn't let this bastard ruin her innocence.

Xiong Dajia gave Xiaoyu a wink, and Xiaoyu immediately understood. She pulled off her outer garment, pretended to lose her balance, and fell directly into Zhou Zhengyu's arms.

"Oh dear, sir, let me help you..." Her clothes were almost completely off, and Zhou Zhengyu held her in his arms. As a regular customer, he couldn't help but let go of Manniang and pulled Xiaoyu into his embrace.

Manniang quickly seized the opportunity to leave.

"You little vixen, you're not helping me up, you want me to help you up, are you?" Zhou Zhenyu leered, groping her soft flesh.

Xiaoyu was very happy and said in a sweet voice, "My lord, you don't understand me. My heart is only for you."

"Alright, alright, you're the best behaved. Come on! Let's go to bed together. Hey, where's Manniang?"

Xiaoyue pouted, "Oh, sir, I'm not enough for you, do you need her too? How about letting me try her out first?"

"Okay, okay, it's you, it's you."

Zhou Zhengyu felt extremely uncomfortable, so he took Xiaoyu and left.

Xiong Dajia watched from behind with great satisfaction. Wine and drinks had already been prepared in the room, and Lord Zhou was sure to have a great time tonight.

After a series of events until midnight, Zhou Zhengyu took the medication twice more, feeling like he was ascending to heaven, thoroughly enjoying himself.

For some reason, this was a medicine Zhou Zhengyu often took. After taking the medicine and finishing his business this time, he was exceptionally clear-headed and couldn't sleep at all. Zhou Zhenyu was extremely excited. Cuihualou usually only had some cold dishes late at night, and if he needed hot dishes, he had to order them from other restaurants. He led a few followers out of Cuihualou, felt hungry, and went to another restaurant, broke down the door, and had someone make some mutton soup and other dishes to be delivered to the county government office.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhou Zhengyu was helped out of the bedroom by Changqing. He finally felt a little sleepy. Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Zhou Changqing, who was also tired from the day, went to rest.

Zhou Zhengyu had only been lying down for a quarter of an hour when he felt hot again and muttered to himself, "Why am I thinking about women again? Something just doesn't feel right today." Unable to fall asleep, he got up and went to the toilet again.

Wang Erniu and Wang Hanyang, perched on the roof beam, scrutinized him closely. Zhou Zhengyu's movements were unusually slow, like that of an elderly person nearing the end of their life. It seemed that the combined effects of the drugs had finally taken hold. Like an old man who had been drugged and passed out, Zhou Zhengyu moved slowly towards the toilet, and by the time he reached the door, he had already begun to lose control of his bladder.

He was getting anxious and wanted to call for help, but his voice was weak and feeble. "Wang Liang, come quickly and help me!"

"Hey!" A thin, boyish servant opened the door from the side room, and Wang Erniu paused in his throwing of pebbles.

Zhou Zhengyu finally went into the restroom, and the boy rushed over. Zhou Zhengyu's slightly overweight body made it difficult for him to squat down, and the boy ran over, but pulled back just as Zhou Zhengyu reached out to help him.

So Zhou Zhengyu lost his footing and fell directly into the latrine, hitting his head on the edge. The wooden latrine board was old and not very deep. Zhou Zhengyu tried hard to climb out, but he couldn't get any strength in his hands and feet.

The young Wang Liang watched quietly, without saying a word, calling for help or stepping forward. Zhou Zhengyu wanted to shout but found that he had swallowed a foul stench, which made him nauseous and vomit. He struggled while glaring at Wang Liang.

"You, you little brat, wait, wait, I'm going to climb up and kill you." He cursed weakly, trying to climb up with his hands and feet, but he couldn't muster any strength. Zhou Zhengyu vomited and cursed. Finally, his breathing gradually weakened, and he collapsed into the latrine, unable to climb any further.

Wang Liang looked at him coldly, and only when he stopped moving completely did he begin to call out in feigned anxiety.

"Help! Someone's fallen into the latrine! Everyone come quick! Come and see... Please save him!" He cried out anxiously, but his body remained motionless as he continued to shout in a panic.

Wang Erniu and Wang Hanyang exchanged a thoughtful glance on the roof beam and then disappeared into the shadows.

Chaos reigned inside the county government office. Zhou Changqing and the others came out, but seeing Zhou Zhengyu's foul-smelling, grotesque, and disgusting appearance, they stood by, hesitant to go down and rescue him, yet worried about something going wrong. Zhou Changqing helplessly called out, "Wang Liang, go and pull him out."

Wang Liang exclaimed, "Adults are heavy, and I am just a small child. How can I possibly pull it? Please go ahead and do it."

That makes sense. Everyone was pushing and shoving, refusing to go down and pull him out. Helpless, Zhou Changqing found a few porters, gave each of them five taels of silver on the spot, and the three of them tied him with ropes and pulled him out, but Zhou Zhengyu was already dead.

Zhou Changqing was dumbfounded. What should he do now? He immediately ordered his men to suppress the news and prevent it from leaking out. He also took it upon himself to write a letter to Zhou Zhengyu's superior, since he was usually the one who did these things.

Although Zhou Changqing suppressed the news, the people selling goods at the market the next day still received it. They looked at each other and nodded to each other, passing on the message. Old Mrs. Wu, who sold vegetables, whispered to Aunt Li, who sold pancakes next to her, "Did you know? I heard that Zhou Bapi got up in the middle of the night, peed in the latrine, and drowned?"

"What? Really? How did it fall into the outhouse? That would stink!"

"Of course, it stinks! Nobody wants to fish it out. I heard they specially hired Wang Wuxing and his gang to fish it out, and they paid several taels of silver per person."

"My goodness, that's fantastic news!"

"That's right, don't tell anyone about this, don't say I told anyone."

"Oh, I understand." Aunt Li was beaming with excitement, unable to contain her desire to share it with others.

Grandma Wu did the same; taking advantage of other people coming to buy groceries, she immediately shared the news with another old man.

In just one morning, everyone in the market knew. They whispered among themselves, and when they met acquaintances, instead of asking if they had eaten, they would say, "Have you heard? So-and-so fell into a latrine and drowned."

"I heard about it. He must have done too many wicked things. He deserved it..."

"Exactly, even God couldn't stand it anymore. This is truly gratifying!"