From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!-Chapter 931 - 927: Finally Consummated (Second Update)
As soon as she finished speaking, Da Lang lowered his head and held her face.
Like a clingy little pug, he leaned in and gently nibbled on Huang Bitao’s lips.
It was as if some line in their bodies had been tugged, both of them stiffened, and suddenly felt a bit hot...
"Brother Da Lang, it’s a bit hot!" Huang Bitao said foolishly.
"Me too..." Mu Dalang hugged the person in his arms even tighter.
Being newlyweds, the two of them had never been this close before.
They could feel each other’s breath.
"Bitao, I think we should do something, don’t you think?"
The night before the wedding, Mu Dazhong was afraid Da Lang wouldn’t know how to consummate the marriage, so he deliberately found some item to demonstrate for Mu Dalang.
As for Huang Bitao, although her parents died early, and she hadn’t been taught about these things before marriage, Matchmaker Sun had taught her some of it.
So even though both of them didn’t have much experience, they had been instilled with knowledge in that regard.
Huang Bitao felt her face was about to turn into a hot iron; she had always thought that marriage wasn’t complete without consummation.
But now that the moment had arrived, she became nervous.
"Da Lang, I’m ner...vous." Huang Bitao swallowed and admitted directly.
Mu Dalang was also nervous, but after all, he was a man, and if he shrunk back now, he would never have this chance with his wife in this life.
"Don’t be afraid, Bitao, I’m here..."
After Mu Dalang finished speaking, he carried Huang Bitao onto the bed. The following events differed from simply chatting under the quilt.
Like a newborn calf, Mu Dalang tried countless methods, finally reaching the heights of passion with Huang Bitao...
The knot in their hearts was completely untied that night.
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The next day, Da Lang relayed Mu Shuangshuang’s words to Mu Danian without missing a beat.
This deflated Mu Danian, who originally wanted to report the incident.
The issue wasn’t about doing bad things; the critical part was not getting caught.
Once someone has evidence against you, you can only swallow the bitter pill.
Mu Danian lay on the ground, unable to move, yet he had to endure the humiliation from the younger generation.
After Da Lang finished reciting a series of unequal terms, Mu Danian was still forced to eagerly press his handprint.
"Uncle, I’ll call you uncle again. You must remember clearly what’s written on this paper.
First, you are not allowed to appear outside Bitao’s and my bedroom door at night.
Second, you are not allowed to harbor any ill intentions toward Bitao.
Third, you are not allowed to meet Bitao alone.
Fourth, you are not allowed to do anything that would damage Bitao’s reputation.
If you don’t follow any of these four points, I’ll take the sachet to the county, and you’ll spend your life in jail."
Mu Danian nodded obediently; at this point, he’d agree to anything Da Lang said.
As long as he could keep his life, that was enough.
After pressing his handprint, Da Lang carefully put away the sachet and the contract before leaving.
As for Mu Danian, having been beaten and after lying on the ground all night without breakfast, he developed a high fever.
It wasn’t until Mu Dazhong entered his room to discuss matters with him that he was discovered.
By the time he was sent for treatment, half of Mu Danian’s life was gone, and it took several days of resting in bed before he improved.
Mr. Mu was furious because his son was beaten up at home, and he vowed to find out who did it.
But Mu Danian adamantly refused to admit he’d been beaten. He only said he got up in the night to relieve himself and, without a lamp, stumbled the whole way, resulting in his injuries.
Mr. Mu didn’t believe this for a second. Would tripping result in a black-and-blue nose and bruises all over?
Clearly, he was beaten.
However, since the person involved wasn’t pursuing the issue, there was nothing Mr. Mu could do without evidence to find out who was behind it.
So the matter was left unsettled.
That day, at the Old Mu Family’s communal dinner table, Mr. Mu inquired about the third branch’s situation with Da Lang.
"Da Lang, you usually have the most interaction with the third branch. How’s Shuangshuang’s restaurant doing? And the private school?"
Mu Dalang replied, "The private school is almost finished, just needs some final touches. But the restaurant, according to Shuangshuang, is short on funds for renovation.
In short, she said the restaurant opening is temporarily on hold until she has money for the renovations."
As soon as Mu Dalang finished speaking, it sparked jealousy at the dinner table, particularly from the second branch and Mu Danian.
Mrs. Lin remarked sourly, "The third one really has good fortune, having a child who’s so good at business.
The private school is built, and there’s even a restaurant, unlike us, barely scraping by, living a hard life."
"If it’s so hard, then don’t eat; plenty of shit in the latrine for you to eat, and that doesn’t cost anything,"
snapped Old Mrs. Mu, whose back injury had healed.
"Mom, I was just speaking my mind. Why do you have to be so harsh? We’re eating here, and now I can’t eat anymore," Mrs. Lin complained.
But who would have thought, just as she finished speaking, Old Mrs. Mu stood up, grabbed the bowl in front of Mrs. Lin, and dumped it on the floor.
"You find it disgusting, huh? I’d rather give it to the dogs."
Half a bowl of sweet potato rice spilled onto the ground, and in an instant, a stray dog from the neighbor’s place devoured it completely.
Mrs. Lin tried to kick it away, but it was already too late.
She cursed, "You little beast, get lost, get lost..."
"Why are you yelling? You’re the one who said it was disgusting. I was just helping you. Next time if you dare to talk nonsense during meals, don’t even think about entering the dining room again, just stay in the pigsty,"
This little incident didn’t dampen Mr. Mu’s curiosity about the third branch’s situation.
He continued to ask, "Do you know how much silver it’s going to cost to renovate?"
Da Lang shook his head, "I don’t know, but Shuangshuang said once the private school admits students, she’ll use that money for renovations.
I guess the renovations could take at most half a month, maybe the restaurant will open in March."
Hearing Da Lang’s words, the corners of Mr. Mu’s mouth slightly turned up, seemingly pleased.
Old Mrs. Mu, upon seeing this, felt extremely displeased.
"Why do you care in private? They won’t even tell you when the restaurant opens, you old fart."
"The son you’ve raised all these years, only for that bitch and little brat, they don’t have you in their hearts or eyes."
Old Mrs. Mu’s words were always infuriating.
Most times, Mr. Mu pretended not to hear, but this time, it was really too harsh.
"Just eat! If you keep prattling, be careful or you’ll get your tongue cut out when you die.
If you’re so idle, think about preparing for Xiangxiang’s marriage.
Matchmaker Sun came to remind us again, asking when you’ll let the two kids meet."
Bringing up Mu Xiangxiang’s marriage got the Old Mu Family buzzing.
Even the younger ones at the table perked up, eager to hear what Mr. Mu had to say next.
