I, The Female Protagonist With Superpower, Am Super Fierce

Chapter 17: Roll Her Up and Take Her to His Heatable Brick Bed

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

Gu Dagang couldn’t wake Gu Yan up, so he wasn’t in the mood to work in the field. He rushed outside anxiously to find Zhang Lan. First, he went to the convenience store, then the staff members at the convenience store told him that Zhang Lan and Matchmaker Madam Li went to Ironsmith Wang’s house, so he went to the east side of the village.

At this moment, Ironsmith Wang and Zhang Lan had negotiated everything and made an agreement that they would just celebrate the two marriages together to avoid all the hassle. When the time came, one side would deliver a girl over before marrying one back.

They had set the date on the sixth of the next month, which was just about ten days away.

Zhang Lan couldn’t wait to marry Gu Yan off, so she gave her consent immediately. The smile made her face look like a flower.

They made the agreement and started to head out. Matchmaker Madam Li made two matches at once and got ten yuan in gratitude money. She walked in front with sheer satisfaction.

Ironsmith Wang and Zhang Lan followed. When Matchmaker Madam Li wasn’t looking, Ironsmith Wang touched Zhang Lan’s butt.

Zhang Lan was really happy about marrying Gu Lan out of the family. When she got groped by Ironsmith Wang, she didn’t get mad. She turned around and glowered at him with the same coquettish look again.

She didn’t get mad after being touched twice. Ironsmith Wang, who had stayed a widower for too long, had a fire stoking in his body. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Gu Dagang running towards them at full speed.

Now that Zhang Lan’s husband was here, the fire in Ironsmith Wang’s heart was put out instantly.

Gu Dagang didn’t notice anything strange here. His face was full of anxiety.

Once he saw Zhang Lan, he grabbed her immediately and walked away. He said, “Hurry up, something happened to Little Yan!”

Zhang Lan’s heart skipped a beat. She already accepted the betrothal gift; what could she do if something really did happen?

Therefore, she immediately followed Gu Dagang and ran home.

Matchmaker Madam Li and Ironsmith Wang looked at each other and didn’t know what to say.

Zhang Lan and her husband finally reached home and saw the water on the floor and Gu Yan in a deep slumber. Gu Dagang said desperately, “Lan, what should we do? Did Little Yan really get possessed?”

Zhang Lan gritted her teeth and called out Gu Yan’s name several times, but she did not dare to come close to her. She thought about it for a while and said aggressively, “She’s just in a deep slumber; don’t worry about her. After Moli goes to the military, I will ask Ironsmith Wang to come get her earlier. He can just roll her up in her blanket and take her to his bed!”

Gu Dagang was beyond dumbfounded. “Lan, what is that supposed to mean?”

“Ironsmith Wang already agreed to marry his daughter to our boy Little Qiango as long as we marry Gu Yan to him as his wife. We have set the date of the marriage on the sixth of the next month, but judging the situation right now, we’ll have to move it up.”

Gu Dagang was so dumbfounded that he went numb when he heard those careless words coming from Zhang Lan.

He grasped Zhang Lan’s hand. “That Ironsmith Wang already has two dead wives, and he’s even older than us. You’re pushing Little Yan into a firepit of suffering!”

“What do you mean by a firepit of suffering? Who’s not suffering at this day and age! What, does she think she’s a noble lady! It is her honor to be exchanged for a wife for our Little Qiang!”

“But isn’t Little Yan really a...”

Slap!

Zhang Lan slapped him across his face and shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Gu Dagang, you shut your damn mouth!”

She looked at Gu Yan, who was lying in the heatable brick bed and seemed to be unconscious, with fluttering fear in her heart. She pulled on Gu Dagang’s ear and dragged him out of the westside room.

“I’m telling you, Gu Dagang, let this thing rot in your stomach. Don’t ever mention it again even if you’re dead! If you mention this again, I’m coming after you!”

Gu Dagang’s face was extremely gloomy.

Gu Yan, who was supposed to be in a deep slumber in the westside room’s heatable brick bed, slowly opened her eyes. The dreariness in the bottom of her eyes slowly expanded and deposited; it could not be dissolved.