People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Huang Ling glanced around warily, then lowered her voice: "Chao Ying, don't flaunt your wealth!"

Zhuang Chaoying was slightly taken aback when she heard this, but then she couldn't help but laugh when she saw Huang Ling's serious expression. "You're so thoughtful."

Huang Ling then suddenly remembered that Song Ying was still waiting for her.

She quickly and carefully tucked the remittance slip into the inside pocket of her clothes and patted it gently.

Song Ying curiously leaned closer and asked, "Sister Ling, what's wrong? You two are shouting so happily!"

Huang Ling glanced around cautiously again, making sure no one was watching, before leaning close to Song Ying's ear and saying, "Song Ying, I'm only telling you this, Chao Ying's book has been published!"

Song Ying's eyes widened immediately, and she lowered her voice. "Sister Ling, I didn't realize! Teacher Zhuang is quite something! The royalties must be substantial, right?"

Huang Ling held up one finger, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

Song Ying tentatively guessed, "One hundred yuan?"

Huang Ling shook her head, her smile growing increasingly mysterious.

Song Ying raised her voice, a hint of disbelief in it. "Could it be a thousand yuan?!"

Huang Ling nodded excitedly, looking as if she had won the lottery.

Song Ying was stunned by the news for a moment before pulling out seeds from her pocket. "Sister Ling, are we still going to plant snake gourds?"

Huang Ling answered without hesitation. "Plant, why not plant? It'll save on vegetable costs. Even though Chao Ying earned royalties, it's useless without coupons!"

Song Ying listened and nodded in deep agreement. "Then let's plant them!"

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The next day, Lin Wufeng got off work and brought back some bamboo poles.

He stood in the yard. "Teacher Zhuang, the bamboo poles are back. Come out and set up the scaffold!"

Zhuang Chaoying had just entered the house and was about to put down her briefcase to take a break when she heard the call and turned around to come out again.

"Chaoying, put on your gloves!" Huang Ling took a pair of gloves from inside the house and handed them to Zhuang Chaoying.

Zhuang Chaoying took the gloves: "Thank you, Ah Ling!"

Looking at his serious expression, Huang Ling chuckled and lightly kicked Chao Ying's bottom. "We're an old married couple, why are you getting all lovey-dovey? Yue~~"

Just then, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, and boom boom boom!

Thunder rumbled, followed by a light rain.

Seeing this, Zhuang Chaoying hurriedly went back into the house, found her raincoat, and put it on.

He and Lin Wufeng stood in the rain and began setting up scaffolding.

Rainwater slid down their raincoats, forming small puddles at their feet.

Huang Ling and Song Ying leaned against the door frame, watching their husbands work.

"Sister Ling, men need to be trained. Look at your Mr. Zhuang, he can earn money and he knows how to care for people!"

Huang Ling nodded, a happy smile spreading across her face. "Song Ying, you're right, but your engineer Lin is one in a thousand. You should be secretly happy!"

Song Ying looked at Lin Wufeng, who was busy in the rain, and smiled broadly. "I know my Wufeng is good to me."

Zhuang Chaoying and Lin Wufeng exchanged a glance in the rain, both seeing a hint of helplessness and resignation in each other's eyes. They then continued working diligently, skillfully tying up the frame.

Zhuang Chaoying responded with a smile while working. "Ah Ling is right, men need wives to keep them in check, otherwise they'll easily go too far."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Song Ying ran over with concern, helped Wu Feng put on the hood of his raincoat, and straightened the collar.

In no time at all, the two of them had set up the frame.

Zhuang Chaoying went into the house, took off her raincoat and put it on the chair by the door.

Huang Ling quickly brought over a basin of hot water. "Chao Ying, wash your hair. You'll easily catch a cold if it gets wet."

Drape the towel over Zhuang Chaoying's shoulder.

Zhuang Chaoying reached out and took the soap from Ah Ling. His hair had grown long enough to cover his eyes, and his original hairstyle made him look old. Looking at himself in the mirror, he shook his head. "Ah Ling, my hair has grown long. Could you help me cut it? Don't we have a manual hair clipper at home?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling turned and walked to the cabinet, rummaging through the corner to find the manual hair clipper. "Chao Ying, take off your clothes so your hair doesn't fall into them and make cleaning a hassle."

As she spoke, she skillfully wrapped the old sheet around Zhuang Chaoying's neck, tying it tightly to prevent her hair from falling in. "I'm going to begin!"

Zhuang Chaoying sat in the chair. "Ah Ling, let's shave it all off, it'll be cooler in the summer. I'll also give Tu Nan a haircut when he gets home from school!"

Huang Ling, holding a comb and clippers, began to carefully cut Zhuang Chaoying's hair. "Chaoying, you should leave it two or three centimeters long, otherwise you'll look a bit improper."

Her movements were slightly clumsy, and strands of hair slowly fell as the clippers cut.

Twenty minutes later, she patted Zhuang Chaoying on the shoulder. "Chaoying, that's about enough, get up and take a look."

After saying that, she gently shook the hair off the bed sheet, put the sheet aside, and then pulled Zhuang Chaoying to stand in front of the mirror on the wardrobe.

Zhuang Chaoying carefully examined herself in the mirror. She saw that her head had been cut round and stylish by A-Ling, like a slightly longer buzz cut, making her look several years younger instantly.

He smiled with satisfaction and praised, "Ah Ling, your skills are great! From now on, you'll be my go-to person for cutting my hair!"

Zhuang Chaoying in the mirror, with his new hairstyle and rugged face, has a bit of a tough guy vibe.

Zhuang Chaoying took the soap to the basin and began to wash his hair, while A-Ling took a wet towel and gently wiped the remaining hair from his upper body.

Unconsciously, Huang Ling's gaze fell on Zhuang Chaoying's chest. His two firm pectoral muscles and well-defined eight-pack abs made her heart beat faster and her face flushed. She subconsciously reached out and touched his abs.

"Cough cough!" Zhuang Chaoying's cough instantly broke the slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

Huang Ling seemed to wake up from a dream, suddenly regaining her senses, and hurriedly wiped Zhuang Chaoying's body.

Zhuang Chaoying looked at A-Ling, whose ears were bright red, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips as she slowly moved her face closer. "A-Ling, touch me if you want! Touch me however you like."

Huang Ling was slightly tipsy, her mind blank, and she actually reached out and touched him again. "Chao Ying, your figure is even better now than when we got married!"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz as her fingers lightly traced across her abs.

Zhuang Chaoying's belly trembled slightly under Huang Ling's touch: "Ah Ling, do you like it?"

Huang Ling then realized her rudeness, her face turning even redder. She pinched Zhuang Chaoying's stomach hard and twisted it around: "You're being indecent. You're over thirty years old. I'm going to cook. You clean up!"

After saying that, she blushed and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.