Two years later.
Li Qingmu was still counting spirit rice.
Ten thousand bags.
Grain by painstaking grain.
He had never finished.
Not even close.
Every time he came within a hair's breadth of making real progress, life would interrupt.
His three wives were partly to blame.
Chen Yuling, Zhen Rou, and Chen Yuxuan seemed to treat his private counting chamber as an open invitation.
The moment he sat down with fresh resolve and a tall stack of empty bowls, one (or two, or all three) would appear at the doorway wearing thin silk robes that were in all the right places and display their rosy nipples.
Their eyes were always so full of lust.
These women are too perverted!
They will act like ladies with dignity on the outside but they were actually shameless.
They treated him like some cheap courtesan.
It's like every night they want sex.
"Husband… you've been working so hard…"
"Come rest with us for a little while…"
"My special place is very warm for you tonight."
