013 Bad luck for others Feeling full and satisfied, Lu Yun stretched lazily, his eyes wandering over Liu’s figure before finally settling on those two proud, ample curves. "Madam," he said, with a gulp of air, "I'm getting that tight again—can I go through it once more?" Lu Yun patted himself contentedly and stood up, carrying Liu in his arms, grinning mischievously. "One big fool, full of belly, head over heels—after dinner, just hurry off! I’ve got a business to run!" Liu pushed him gently but let herself be carried, clearly enjoying the embrace. "Madam," Lu Yun said, gripping her hand and slowly guiding it toward his import section—K47, "I really need you to feel this." Liu blushed deeply, gave his K47 a firm squeeze, then pushed him away. "Alright, enough! You’re not done yet, are you? Go now while no students are around. If you linger, you’ll miss your chance—don’t you see that it’s going to be a problem for *you*, not me!" Lu Yun knew perfectly well the implications of this—so he kissed her gently on the cheek and said with a smile: "Alright then. For our long-term happiness, I’ll just hold on a bit." Liu laughed. "Now you’re behaving nicely. I’ll go open the door for you. Your bicycle and that wheat are outside. When you leave, just take them along." Lu Yun nodded and followed Liu to the outer room where he pushed his rusted bicycle out the door. "Wait a minute," Liu said as she opened the door and walked around the yard. "I’ll keep watch—just don’t go out yet if anyone comes by." A few minutes later, with her small heels clicking softly, she returned. Lu Yun smiled at her. "Madam, you’ve just taken me! Don’t think about me—you know I’d come in during the day otherwise!" "Go on then!" Liu laughed and scolded him. Lu Yun turned around, pushing the bicycle out the door, only to stop when a voice called from behind. "Little Yun—wait!" He paused instantly as Liu hurried over, handed him a plastic bag, and whispered lowly: "Now you’re still young—you need to take good care of yourself. These are for you to eat." "Thank you, Madam." "Just go! Don’t keep me talking about it—I don’t want people to think I’m being too fussy!" Liu smiled and waved, then turned back toward her small store. Watching her silhouette fade into the sunlight, Lu Yun felt a sweet warmth spread through him. He sensed something special in the way she treated him—something beyond last night’s pleasure. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Looking around with a cheerful heart, Lu Yun pushed the bicycle toward the canteen. The canteen was about 200 meters from Liu’s store, built of five large thatched-roof buildings, neat and well-maintained. The owner—Mr. Zhang Minyi—was related to the headmaster. In his thirties, with a dark complexion and an imposing presence, he seemed almost frightening at first glance, especially with his weight—nearly 250 pounds—and when you looked closely, you couldn’t help but think he was more bear than man. Though Zhang Minyi looked formidable, his wife was absolutely lovely—a woman of delicate features, cherry-lipped and with slender eyebrows, her skin so fresh it seemed barely able to hold its own. Her waist—just a small, graceful curve—moved gently as she walked, giving the impression that many students in the school had their eyes fixed on her. It was hard to believe they were married at all—the contrast between them was striking. People only whispered among themselves, saying this man must have had some extraordinary luck—otherwise, how could he have found someone so beautiful for a spouse? What a lovely flower planted on a rock! Zhang Minyi’s sister-in-law, however, was entirely different in appearance from him. Zhang Ning! As Lu Yun thought of her cheerful, gentle face, he involuntarily swallowed hard, his mind racing with images—his steps quickened instinctively. "Please weigh this wheat," Lu Yun called out as he entered the canteen, seeing no one inside. He waited patiently for a while, but still received no response. Growing slightly annoyed, he tossed the wheat onto the scale and walked into another room. This was where Zhang Minyi usually prepared steamed buns and baozi. Still empty when Lu Yun entered. What now? Lu Yun felt thoroughly frustrated—where had this big bear disappeared to? Just as he was beginning to feel defeated, a sound came from the next room. Lu Yun’s heart skipped a beat—an unexpected thought surged: Was it possible that this large bear was already engaged in something with his wife inside? "Slow down! I’m going to be crushed!" came a voice—faint and interrupted. True enough, Lu Yun looked around—he saw no one else present, so he felt relieved and quietly slipped toward the room. What an unseemly act! The bear was clearly busy at this early hour! Through the crack in the door, Lu Yun caught a clear view—Zhang Minyi pressed against his wife, her dark backside swaying rhythmically as she moved. "Stubborn fool!" his wife moaned, her voice filled with complaints. "You’re still tossing and turning at night—how can I breathe? You’ve got me completely stressed out now!" Lu Yun kept shifting positions but could not see any part of Zhang’s wife’s body—only the two slender white legs draped across Zhang Minyi’s waist. How in the world is it possible to see only her legs when he's so round and broad? Lu Yun muttered under his breath, yet he felt deeply satisfied just by listening to their sounds. "Ah… ah… uh… oh…" Hearing the blend of their voices, Lu Yun’s K47—his import—began to stiffen beneath him, growing increasingly tender and pressing against his lower abdomen. "Just hurry up!" Zhang Minyi panted, voice low. "We don’t want anyone to walk in on us." "Right now? The door is closed!" Lu Yun thought. Just as he was about to find a spot to relieve himself, Zhang’s wife began again with increasing urgency: "Deadhead! Hurry up—give it some strength—I’m almost ready now!" Zhang Minyi responded, his massive frame working harder, breathing heavily as he urged on. "Good wife, just hold on—I’ll finish soon." "Hold *on*? Goodness—just get off me and go before I lose my mind!" Lu Yun muttered, furrowing his brows. The intensity of the conversation only deepened Lu Yun’s discomfort—the longer he listened, the more it seemed that the entire scene was being played out in slow motion. With a smile on his face, Lu Yun took two steps back and called loudly: "Zhang brother—what are you doing? Hurry up! We need to weigh this wheat!" He stomped his feet gently as he slowly walked toward their room. "Deadhead!" came the wife’s voice from inside. "You didn’t listen when I asked you to hurry—you’re now interrupting me with someone in the hallway!" Lu Yun listened and felt an even greater sense of satisfaction. "Wife," Zhang Minyi said, voice strained, "just hold on a bit—I’m almost through—just one more moment." "Goodness! Just get off me and go before I take you down!" she cried. Zhang Minyi couldn’t move—he was still in his robe, the door unopened—and he began to shout: "What on earth is this? A ghost at dawn? How did someone come to interrupt my dream so early?" Lu Yun stood there, laughing quietly behind the door, listening to the full eruption of their conversation. —End of Chapter 013: “Bad Luck for Others” — Chapter 013: “Bad Luck for Others” updated!