151: Chapter 151 The water receded, but the people didn't.

Lin Xiaocao's tearful "I'm hungry too," her voice as small as a mosquito's hum, was like a depth charge that exploded with a "boom" in Wang Fugui's head.

Wang Fugui blanked for a moment and asked foolishly, "Then... should I go down and find something for you to eat? I saw a few boxes of instant noodles in the workshop yesterday..."

"Pfft—"

Chen Yun laughed so hard she trembled, that patch of snowy white on her chest dizzying to behold. She poked Wang Fugui's forehead hard with her finger. "You dummy! Is she hungry for food? She's hungry for you!"

Wang Fugui's ox-like eyes instantly widened as he looked at Lin Xiaocao in disbelief.

Lin Xiaocao's face was as red as a ripe tomato. She didn't dare look at him, but her small hands didn't let go. She bit her lip and stared at Wang Fugui's chest with a gaze that was both ashamed and determined, her voice trembling but no longer shrinking back:

"Big Brother... I don't want noodles. I want to eat... meat."

Holy crap!

Wang Fugui felt like the top of his skull had been blown off. Was this still the Little Grass who didn't even dare to speak loudly? She had practically been marinated in the hormones filling this room!

"Did you hear that? Little Sister has spoken." Chen Yun's eyes were like silk as she coiled around him like a beautiful snake, her warm breath puffing against his neck. "Last night was just a 'warm-up.' Now, it's time for the main course. With a talent as good as our Fugui's, it can't be wasted..."

With that, she pushed Wang Fugui straight back into the messy pile of clothes.

"Sister, it's broad daylight, this... this isn't right, is it? There are people downstairs..." Wang Fugui was still making a final deathbed struggle.

"What about them?" Chen Yun bit down on his Adam's apple, mumbling indistinctly, "It's a typhoon day; who doesn't have an accident? Besides... I'm hungry too."

The last string of sanity snapped completely.

The beast inside Wang Fugui was fully unleashed. His exceptionally gifted constitution was displayed to its fullest at this moment. What it meant to be tireless was perfectly illustrated in this cramped loft.

The dilapidated wooden loft let out overburdened "creaks," accompanied by ear-reddening gasps, playing a wild morning symphony.

This "morning exercise" lasted for over an hour.

It wasn't until the sunlight from outside pierced through the gaps that this absurdity finally called it a day... half an hour later.

Wang Fugui stood at the loft door feeling refreshed, as if he had inexhaustible ox-like strength. This was the overbearing nature of his "Immune to a Hundred Illnesses" constitution; that high-intensity exercise just now felt like a morning calisthenics routine to him, and instead, it vented all the fire he'd been holding back since last night, leaving him feeling comfortable all over.

Looking back at the two behind him, they both looked as if their bones had been removed.

Chen Yun barely managed to pull on her clothes, her legs still a bit shaky as she walked, cursing under her breath, "Brute... a total brute..."

Lin Xiaocao's neck was flushed red as she followed behind with her head bowed, looking like a little daughter-in-law who had done something bad.

"Alright, hurry up and go down. If we don't show our faces soon, people will think we died up here." Chen Yun gave Wang Fugui a frustrated glare and reached out to tidy his collar.

The three of them pushed open the creaking, broken door.

In the courtyard downstairs, the water had mostly receded, leaving behind a ground full of mud and trash. Several sewing machines were pitifully soaked in the muddy water, a heartbreaking sight.

Wang Fugui was shirtless, wearing only a pair of large boxers and flip-flops as he walked into the courtyard.

As soon as he appeared, the originally noisy courtyard entrance fell into a deathly silence.

A large circle of people was gathered at the entrance—neighbors who woke up early to watch the commotion, female workers who came to check the situation, and even security guards from the neighboring factory. Dozens of eyes, like searchlights, "swish"—all snapped onto him.

Normally, it would just be watching the fun.

But today was different.

Wang Fugui's broad, bronze back was covered in crisscrossing scratches! They were bright red, some still seeping blood, others looking like the swelling hadn't gone down. Especially on his shoulder, there was a clearly visible bite mark, so deep it was turning purple.

This wasn't taking shelter from a typhoon; this was clearly having survived a "World War"!

Add to that Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao following behind him. One had a face like a peach blossom, walking with a sway, her eyes reflecting a charm from being thoroughly "nourished"; the other was so ashamed she almost buried her head in her chest, with several conspicuous hickeys on her neck.

The amount of information in this scene was enough to make anyone's brain crash.

"My goodness..."

Someone in the crowd gasped, breaking the silence.

Immediately after, the chatter boiled over like a pot of exploding water.

"Am I seeing things? Those scratches on his back... were they done by a cat?"

"Cat my ass! Could your cat scratch out a 'battle-damaged look' like that? How much strength would that take!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the noise from the loft was so loud last night. I thought it was the wind, but it turns out it was a 'man-made typhoon'!"

"This Wang Fugui looks honest, but who knew... he's so fierce? One against two? Is his body made of iron?"

The gazes of those aunties and older women changed instantly, from simple curiosity to blatant scrutiny, as if they wanted to see right through the flesh on Wang Fugui's body. Especially a few young female workers; their faces were as red as could be, yet they couldn't bear to look away.

That look was three parts shock, seven parts envy, and ninety parts lust.

Even if Wang Fugui was slow to react, he felt something was off now. He instinctively tried to touch his back, but as soon as he raised his hand, it pulled at the wounds, making him grimace in pain.

Sister Chen was too ruthless just now!

Right now, he was truly in a "yellow mud in the pants" situation—it wasn't crap, but it looked like crap. How could he explain this? Say they were swatting mosquitoes up there? Who would believe that!

Just as Wang Fugui was so embarrassed he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, Chen Yun stepped forward.

Instead of hiding, she took a step forward, as natural as if she were strolling in her own backyard. Her long wavy hair was draped casually; though her clothes were a bit wrinkled, her "Empress" aura was fully charged.

She walked up to Wang Fugui and, in front of everyone, reached out her slender hand and gently patted Wang Fugui's muscular arm, an intimate gesture that made people green with envy.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a family of three living their lives?"

Chen Yun arched an eyebrow and sneered at the crowd at the entrance. "What are you all blocking the way for? Waiting to receive wedding candy? The factory is flooded like this, are you all just idling around? If you want to watch something, go home and watch your own men!"

This shout was brimming with dominance, instantly suppressing the gossip.

The most shocking thing was Lin Xiaocao.

This girl usually hid from people, and though her face was currently red enough to bleed, she actually followed Chen Yun's example and silently shuffled forward a small step, standing on Wang Fugui's other side.

Although she didn't speak, her small hand tightly gripped the edge of Wang Fugui's boxers (there was simply nowhere else to grab), her posture clearly telling everyone:

This man, I have a share in him.

This left-and-right pairing instantly created the most explosive scene in the White Stone Islet Industrial Zone.

The men in the crowd looked at Wang Fugui's muscular physique and then at the two top-tier beauties beside him; the flames of jealousy in their eyes could have set the factory building on fire.

This was truly a case of "the parched die of thirst while the flooded drown"!

We're all migrant workers; why does you, Wang Fugui, get to live like an emperor?

"Sister... can we not be so high-profile..." Wang Fugui lowered his head, his voice incredibly weak, feeling like a giant panda on public display.