Chapter 34.4 - Underpants (4/4)

The front door made a muffled bang as Song Mo kicked it angrily. He had only ever heard of bullies teasing women from respectable families, but now he, a dignified seven-foot-tall man 1 , was being teased by a shameless widow. Song Mo desperately wanted to beat the woman to death, but he just couldn’t really lay his hands on a woman, and there was nothing else he could do except threaten her.

When he got home and went to the backyard to take his clothes inside, he found that his underpants were gone. He knew right away that it was her who had taken them.

Tang Huan was listening to what he was doing. Knowing he was in the backyard, she climbed the ladder but stood on the ladder without stepping on the wall. When she saw him standing in front of the clothesline as she had expected, the green veins on his forehead throbbing, she couldn’t help laughing, “Song Mo, your face doesn’t look very good. Did you lose something? What’s missing? I’ll help you find it. Sigh, the wind is so strong. Maybe it had blown everything in your yard to my side.”

“Return them to me.” Song Mo walked to the wall and looked up at her, anger raging beneath his eyes, making those eyes of his appear even deeper.

“Return what to you?” Tang Huan met with his gaze innocently.

Song Mo clenched his fists and suddenly climbed to the top of the wall. Tang Huan was startled and immediately wanted to climb down.

How could Song Mo let her go so easily? He stood firm on the wall, grasped the side rail at the top of the ladder, and with a hard push, the bottom of the ladder was lifted off the ground. Tang Huan screamed in fright, gripping the ladder tightly, and as the ladder slowly rose, she was almost level with the ground.

“Song Mo, let’s talk. Don’t bully me like this!”

She didn’t mind jumping down from a higher place, but now she was lying on the ladder on her stomach. If Song Mo threw the ladder down, not only would she fall to the ground, but she would also be hit by the ladder. Tang Huan was not afraid of pain, but if she could avoid pain, why would she seek her own suffering? In addition, she still had a wound on her head. Although it felt fine now, what if it worsened?

That was why she was truly afraid that Song Mo would throw her down in a fit of rage.

When Song Mo saw her lying there obediently, not daring to move, the stuffiness in his chest finally subsided a little. “Let your maid bring me my clothes, or I will throw you down immediately.”

“Don’t throw, don’t throw. I’ll do as you say, okay?” Tang Huan surrendered obediently, turning her head and calling out to Dumpling.

As Dumpling hurried over and saw the situation, she was so shocked that her legs went weak. How did Madam get into such a fight with Butcher Song? After listening to Madam’s instructions, she didn’t dare to say anything else and dashed into the house. She carefully folded the underpants she had just embroidered and made sure that Butcher Song couldn’t tell the difference at a glance before running outside.

Song Mo had his hands full with the ladder, so he told Dumpling to throw the pants over the wall.

Naturally, Dumpling obeyed.

After the thing landed on the other side of the wall, Song Mo coldly warned the woman on the ladder, “Consider today a warning. Don’t think I really can’t do anything to you.” With that, he loosened his grip, and the bottom of the ladder instantly fell to the ground. It slowly tilted to one side due to its instability.

Song Mo jumped back down to his yard.

Of course, nothing happened to Tang Huan. Dumpling had quickly stabilized the ladder with her great strength.

As soon as the ladder stabilized, Tang Huan crawled up again. Song Mo had just picked up the underpants and was about to collect the remaining clothes hanging on the clothesline when a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye. He frowned and turned in that direction.

Tang Huan was standing on the wall with her hands on her hips as she laughed at him, “Song Mo, take a look at your clothes. I have added something to them. I embroidered it myself. When you wear them in the future, it’ll be as if I’m stuck to your body, haha!” After saying that, she turned around and jumped down without giving him a chance to catch her.

This damn woman!

Song Mo cursed silently, bowed his head, and unfolded his underpants.

It appeared to be fine on the outside, but there were additional stitches around both sides of the inner thighs. His pants were made of fine white cloth, but the stitches were red in color.

Song Mohan flipped his pants over with a scowl on his face, and the bright evening light immediately shone on the two small characters on the left and right… ‘Shui Xian’!

She actually embroidered her name on his underpants, and in this position!

“…When you wear them in the future, it’ll be as if I’m stuck to your body…”

Song Mo threw his pants on the ground and resisted the urge to stomp on them.

That woman!

“How about it, Song Mo? What do you think of my embroidery work? Song Mo, this is the first time I’ve sewn clothes for a man. Not even my husband has had the opportunity to wear the clothes I sew! You must be overjoyed, right? Hurry back inside and try it on to see if it is comfortable. If you feel that something is wrong, I will help you-”

At the foot of the wall, Tang Huan imagined Song Mo’s face and deliberately provoked him again, but before she finished her sentence, a brick flew over and fell to the ground with a bang , almost hitting her!

The author has something to say: Huanhuan: I asked with a smile but you did not reply, so over the wall your underpants will fly. 2

Song Mo: Fuck off!

T/N: Oh god, this and the next few chapters all have 7k+ Chinese characters (the usual chapters were 3k+ Chinese characters). No wonder this dream is only 10 chapters long… This chapter had taken me at least 2 full days to translate and edit. I’ll still try my best, but with the long chapters and my transition to a new job next month, my release schedule might change from once a week to once every two weeks. This dream is still pretty fun (it gets quite…messy…) but ahh, I can’t wait to reach the fan-favorite most romantic dream 4~

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七尺男儿 (Seven-footed man): A manly man. Fun fact: Seven feet is 2.3 meters in modern measurement, but in the olden days, it was only around 1.6-1.7 meters lol (Source https://kknews.cc/news/g56vxgy.html ) The raws: 笑眼问君君不语，亵裤飞过墙头去. This sentence is a poem made up by the author, which I have 0 idea how to translate. This is my best attempt…orz