Chapter 142, The Soft Knife Cuts the Deepest

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Chapter 142: Chapter 142, The Soft Knife Cuts the Deepest "What?" Xu Wendong suddenly stood up, his pupils trembling deeply as enormous waves surged within his heart. He looked at his cousin in disbelief, "Bro, are you joking?" Xu Wenjian didn’t seem to expect such a strong reaction from Xu Wendong and gestured for him to sit down, "Why are you making such a fuss? Isn’t this kind of thing quite common in our rural areas?" Xu Wendong instinctively swallowed, but his emotions couldn’t calm down for a long time, "Yes, I admit that borrowing a seed does happen in the countryside, but don’t you feel this is absurd?" "No, no, this is absolutely not possible." Xu Wenjian sighed, "Didn’t you say before that anything you have, we can share between us? So why are you saying this now?" Xu Wendong was lost for words. Xu Wenjian lit a cigarette and smoked sullenly, "Wendong, I know borrowing a seed is a bit ridiculous and unfair to you too." "But if your brother hadn’t been pushed to this point, do you think I would have come up with this idea?" Xu Wendong didn’t know what to say and felt a bitterness in his heart. Xu Wenjian continued, "Yes, I admit we can adopt a child. But... who knows what kind of people the child’s parents are? Who knows if they’ll grow up to be ungrateful?" "Moreover, if I just adopt a child and your sister-in-law hasn’t gone through the ten-month pregnancy, wouldn’t that make the villagers think we have problems?" "Wouldn’t they laugh at us behind our backs?" "You grew up in the countryside, you should know how vicious the tongues of gossiping women can be, right?" To this, Xu Wendong offered no rebuttal. Rural women indeed love to talk and gossip. "Sigh!" "Honestly, having a child doesn’t matter to me, but you know our parents are hoping for one, and your sister-in-law also wants her own child, to become a mother." "That’s why I’m thinking of borrowing your seed, at least we brothers know each other well, and I know you’re inherently good. Plus, even if it’s your child, I’ll treat them as my own." Xu Wendong said, "Bro, I trust you, but this matter..." He was at a loss for words, not knowing how to express his feelings, even though secretly being with his sister-in-law. But borrowing a seed was a bit absurd for him. Seeing Xu Wendong in such a predicament, Xu Wenjian sighed, "If you’re unwilling, then let’s forget about it. I’ll see if I can find a more suitable person, to see if they take a liking to your sister-in-law and are willing to fulfill my dream of being a father!" He didn’t force Xu Wendong, but as the saying goes, a soft knife wound is the most painful, the most fatal. Xu Wendong panicked at the thought of finding another man to borrow a seed, "Bro, how can you send your sister-in-law to another’s bed? Have you considered her feelings?" Xu Wenjian revealed a bitter smile, "She agrees to this because she wants a child too!" "Alright then." "No more pretending!" "I’m being straightforward, I can’t accept sending my wife to someone else’s bed, that would be the greatest shame of my life." "But if it’s you, brother, I would be eternally grateful." Xu Wendong’s heart was stirred, meaning his cousin and sister-in-law had already discussed borrowing his seed, and she agreed? Even so, Xu Wendong still felt uneasy, "Bro, let me think about this!" Xu Wenjian gave a knowing smile, even though he didn’t receive a definite answer from Xu Wendong, he knew Xu Wendong’s personality and was sure he’d agree to his proposal. "I’ve had a bit too much to drink, I’ll head up and sleep for a while." Xu Wenjian staggered as he stood up and then took the elevator upstairs. Xu Wendong sat alone in the AV room, with an indescribable feeling. He felt a little disarrayed. He didn’t want to borrow a seed. But he couldn’t bear to refuse his cousin. Nor could he bear for his cousin to send his sister-in-law to another man’s bed... Troubled, he walked out of the villa, along the winding path, feeling the cool lake breeze as he reached the artificial lake. The breeze stirred the willow branches like strings of beaded curtains, calming his heart a bit. "I’ve already let my cousin down. Since he asked for my help, I must assist, even if the child calls him Dad, what difference does it make?" With this thought, Xu Wendong suddenly felt a bit relieved. Seeing an old man fishing by the lake, he walked up and cheerfully asked, "Uncle, how’s the catch? Caught any big fish?" Xu Wendong lived in the countryside and was very poor, having never watched TV as a child. His greatest joy was holding a bamboo pole, bending a sewing needle into a fishhook after heating it, using sewing thread as fishing line, digging up worms, and sitting by the river all day. Although the gear was shabby, he always caught quite a few fish, which was the perfect way to improve his living conditions. The old man smiled as Xu Wendong came over, "I just got here." Xu Wendong paused for a moment and teased, "When I catch nothing, and others ask how much I caught, I say the same thing, ’I just got here.’" The old man burst into laughter, "Looks like you’ve been in the Air Force too!" "In fishing, skill is important, but luck is more so." Xu Wendong squatted next to the old man, focusing on his float, which was so still on the water it seemed stuck. Xu Wendong couldn’t help but ask, "Did you just learn how to fish?" The old man casually asked, "What makes you say that?" Xu Wendong answered truthfully, "I don’t think you know how to set the float." The old man asked again, "And do you?" Xu Wendong smiled, "A true fishing expert doesn’t bother with floats." "Then how should it be done?" The old man was full of doubt. Xu Wendong asked, "Do you have any extra fishing lines and hooks?" "I should have a few sets." The old man said as he pulled out two sets of fishing lines and hooks. Xu Wendong opened a set, baited a worm on the hook, and without using a rod, tossed it directly into the artificial lake in front of them. He squatted on the ground, wrapping the line around his fingers, slowly reeling in some line, keeping it taut. The old man was doubtful, "Can you really catch a fish this way?" As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Wendong flicked his right hand, and the line quickly moved to the left, making the old man gasp. Although he was new to fishing and knew no techniques, He realized Xu Wendong had caught a fish, and a big one at that. "Young man, your skills are impressive!" The old man chuckled, "By the way, I haven’t seen you before. Did you just move in? Which villa do you live in?" "Number 95!" Xu Wendong casually replied, but the old man’s pupils suddenly trembled, "You live in No. 95?"

Chapter 142, The Soft Knife Cuts the Deepest

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