MGASC -Chapter 4 The Overwhelming Scent of Hormones

Zhang Qiao suddenly woke up, turned around, and looked at Lin Tianyue with a hint of fear.

He should have washed up—there was still a faint scent of soap on him.

Zhang Qiao was about 168 cm tall, and the man lying next to her was much taller than her, both above and below.

He was shirtless, broad-shouldered and wide-backed. The bed was small, and once he lay down, it seemed to fill the entire bed.

As Zhang Qiao turned, her face almost collided with his tanned chest. The overwhelming scent of hormones, mixed with the sturdy flesh from years of hard labor, hit her full force.

Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

Oh my, for Zhang Qiao, who had lived alone for years before transmigrating, suddenly having a big man lying next to her was extremely stimulating!

But thinking back… it seemed that, indeed, in the past, he had slept like this with the original owner.

She tried desperately to comfort herself: what’s done is done.

Fortunately, she was pregnant now. Even lying on the same bed, Lin Tianyue couldn’t do anything.

Besides, their relationship wasn’t good.

But why was Lin Tianyue suddenly looking down at her?

Those dark eyes were like a deep well, seeming to pull her in.

And having just shaved, Lin Tianyue looked much cleaner and sharper. Looking closely, his features were striking: sword-like eyebrows, clear eyes, a high nose, a defined jawline, and his prominent Adam’s apple—particularly sexy.

Their eyes met, and Zhang Qiao’s heart pounded like a frightened deer.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous. If she didn’t say something, it would only get more awkward.

“Lin Tianyue… you… weren’t you captured? How did you get released suddenly? And… what about the batch of feed you brought in?”

The man rested his arms under his head, closed his eyes, and said in a muffled voice, “The feed was confiscated.”

Zhang Qiao was shocked. “Huh? Confiscated? On what grounds?”

The last time he left home, Lin Tianyue had said he found a batch of cheap pig feed. The county’s farms needed it. If he could transport it smoothly and sell it to the farms, he would make a fortune—enough to cover the future milk money for their child.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he arranged the transport and brought the feed back, he was caught red-handed. The authorities claimed he was speculating, confiscated the goods, and arrested him.

Hearing this, Lin Tianyue became angrier, suddenly sitting up. “Exactly! On what grounds? The policy had already been issued, and the market would be open in the future. I hadn’t committed any crime! In the end, it’s all that Wang Mingqing—taking personal revenge under the guise of official business, doing unthinkable things!”

As he spoke, he glared at Zhang Qiao in annoyance.

The county’s deputy director Wang Mingqing had been cozy with Zhang Qiao before. After she married Lin Tianyue, Wang Mingqing treated him like a thorn in his side, constantly targeting him. Frankly, Lin Tianyue’s recent misfortunes were all thanks to this troublesome wife.

Moreover, on his way back, Lin Tianyue had already heard the news.

Once he was arrested, Zhang Qiao returned to her parents’ home, planning to divorce him.

Career setbacks and a wife who didn’t stand by him—any man would be furious.

Zhang Qiao realized—was he blaming her?

No, no, no. That was the original owner’s mess, not hers.

So she angrily joined in his rant: “Indeed, that Wang Mingqing is despicable! How can he go against policy? He’s simply awful!”

Lin Tianyue frowned and scrutinized her with a searching look.

She was cursing Wang Mingqing?

What was she planning?

Feeling irritated, Lin Tianyue lay back down, leaving only his back to her. “Sleep first. I’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

He lay there for a while, then recalled the rumors about Zhang Qiao wanting to remarry.

His tone grew more dejected: “Zhang Qiao, if you want a divorce, no need to placate me. I know you don’t like me and only married me for the child. These past few days, I’ve thought it over. After you give birth, if you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”

“You want a divorce?”

“Wasn’t that your plan all along?”

“I… didn’t…”

“Sleep!”

Looking at that cold, rigid back, Zhang Qiao couldn’t say a word.

Fine, divorce it is!

She didn’t believe that without clinging to this family’s wealth, she could survive in this gold-filled era.

She had three children to step in as a stepmother for—just thinking about it was exhausting.

After lying for five minutes, Zhang Qiao grew restless.

Turning back, she saw his back still facing her, so she kicked his butt with force.

Lin Tianyue, half-asleep and unprepared, was kicked off the bed by this 1.8-meter-tall giant.

“Zhang Qiao! What the hell are you doing?”

Zhang Qiao, half-dazed, feigned some apology: “Sorry, I don’t sleep well—I didn’t do it on purpose. But… since we’re divorcing, it seems unnecessary to share a bed.”

Rubbing his sore butt, Lin Tianyue was too angry to speak. He grabbed his coat and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

…

Because she went to bed early, Zhang Qiao woke up early the next day.

The house was empty. She went to the kitchen, intending to fetch a bucket of water from the well.

When she returned yesterday, she realized the household still maintained relatively old-fashioned living habits. Water had to be drawn from a nearby well with an iron bucket—but as a pregnant woman, this was dangerous.

But she couldn’t go without water.

When she arrived at the kitchen, the bucket was gone, and the once-empty water tank was nearly full.

Steam rose from the pot. Opening it, she found a pot of porridge and a steamed bowl of egg custard. On the stove, under a plastic cover, was a bowl of stir-fried green beans and cold tofu.

Breakfast was already prepared. Had Lin Tianyue made it?

A man who could cook was rare in this era.

Before transmigrating, her mother would arrange blind dates every weekend. Zhang Qiao couldn’t refuse and had gone to a few, encountering only weirdos.

Some were stingy enough to offer only a fried egg rice portion, others about 1.6 meters tall yet overly confident, flaunting charm everywhere, or insisting she bear three children immediately, then serve as the family matriarch…

In comparison, Lin Tianyue—handsome, skilled in cooking, diligent—was a top-tier man.

Well, well, she had to live under the same roof for a while, so she wouldn’t quarrel with this jerk for now.

Zhang Qiao had just set breakfast on the table when the courtyard gate opened. Lin Tianyue, wearing a black tank top, carried two buckets of water in.

Sunlight gleamed on his wheat-colored arms. Tense, muscular shoulders and arms, a narrow waist, and strong, long legs—paired with his rugged features, Zhang Qiao froze.

Damn, this man was really something.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—he looked very capable.

Lin Xun and Lin Ran followed behind, carrying a bucket together. Under Lin Tianyue’s instructions, they poured water into the courtyard washbasin.

“The sun’s good today. Dry all morning. You all need a wash—you’re black like mud monkeys!”

Lin Jin, the youngest, carried a pile of firewood at the end.

Entering the courtyard, he smelled the breakfast.

“Dad! Brother! Food’s ready!”

As the family’s little foodie, Lin Jin shouted excitedly, dropped the firewood, and rushed to the table, grabbing a steamed bun.

Maybe to assert himself, he deliberately glared at Zhang Qiao.

Tch! Little brat, your dad backing you up isn’t impressive!

Zhang Qiao had been worried about how to handle them, since last night she and these kids weren’t exactly on good terms.

Seeing this, she served each a bowl of porridge and distributed chopsticks.