Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 441 I'll definitely catch Lu Yao's little tail.

Jing Yiming and his son went to the large outhouse.

Jing Youxiang greeted Lu Yao:

"Lu Yao, come here and let's chat in my room."

"Let's chat here, everyone's already gone out."

"Oh, come on over."

Jing Youxiang pulled him into the house.

He was pushed onto the small bed:

"Stay in this room for a while. Isn't chatting with my dad boring?"

Lu Yao smiled to himself, thinking that if he hadn't wanted to send some vegetables to the state-owned cotton mill, he wouldn't have come to eat this meal.

Fortunately, Jing Youxiang is quite understanding and knows how to have a good conversation.

While the two of them were talking inside the house.

When Jing Yiming and his son returned, they did not go inside.

Instead, they stood outside at the door.

Jing Dongwei asked, "Dad, why do you insist on letting Youxiang and Lu Yao be together?"

Jing Yiming sneered: "What do you know? This kid is no ordinary person. I have to have Youxiang keep him in check."

"What's the use of keeping him tied up? He's just a militiaman."

"What do you know? Just listen to me!"

Jing Yiming kept checking his watch:

"In a little while, once you're inside, rush into your sister's room. If they've both taken their clothes off, just barge in and hit Lu Yao. Then I'll go in and stop them. You have to watch my expression."

"What? They'll take their clothes off? In our house? No way! Even if Lu Yao is a pervert, my sister wouldn't dare!"

Jing Yiming glared at him: "Idiot, I put MDA in that bottle of wine. Every man can't resist a beautiful woman. He didn't drink much, but it was enough."

Jing Dongwei was utterly astonished:

"What is MDA?"

"A friend gave it to me."

Jing Yiming looked at him.

This drug was a Western psychedelic drug obtained from an accomplice.

My son is growing up, and there are many things I want to tell him.

But I still feel that he is not mature enough.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't ask anymore. I'll tell you later. Now, just do as I say. I'm going to exploit Lu Yao's weaknesses."

No wonder his father wouldn't let him drink alcohol. Jing Dongwei still couldn't understand why his father would care so much about a militiaman.

He was even willing to sacrifice his own daughter.

Then it occurred to him: "Dad, you drank that wine too?"

"I'm fine. I'm old, and I'm okay as long as I don't get any emotional stress."

Jing Dongwei glanced at Jing Yiming, who was breathing rapidly, and involuntarily took two steps back, afraid of upsetting him in any way.

at this time,

Lu Yao, who was inside the house, also sensed that something was wrong.

Why do I feel dizzy and a bit excited?

Although young, strong, and full of energy.

But why would someone suddenly get emotional for no reason?

Looking at the fair-skinned and delicate young beauty in front of me, I felt a little impulsive.

Jing Youxiang likes Lu Yao, but not to the point of doing "that" with him anytime, anywhere.

I just wanted to chat with him for a while.

I don't know why my dad insisted on having me bring Lu Yao into the room alone to talk.

However, seeing my dad's support makes me quite happy.

He even asked Lu Yao, "How are things going with you and Ding Mei?"

I really hope they have a conflict so I can seize the opportunity to interfere.

Lu Yao laughed and said, "We're doing great, what's wrong? Eager to attend the wedding?"

Jing Youxiang bit her lower lip, then her upper lip, and grinned.

"Yes, that's right. I'm looking forward to drinking your wedding wine."

If Lu Yao weren't with her at that moment, she would definitely try every means to be with him.

She thought that Lu Yao would then be able to devote all his heart to her.

They've ended up being together several times already.

Lu Yao still chose to marry Ding Mei.

Jing Youxiang essentially revealed her trump card and used her killer move, but it didn't change Lu Yao's trajectory at all.

At this moment, she didn't want to keep throwing herself into his arms. She wasn't addicted to sex; she genuinely liked Lu Yao.

So, since the two of them had already been together, they had become much more civilized.

"Oh, by the way, I recently learned a section of a model opera. Shall I sing it for you?"

The young nurse's lively spirit returned, and she deliberately changed the subject.

"Okay, which part?"

Lu Yao was quite cooperative with Jing Youxiang.

"The Red Lantern"

Jing Youxiang stood tall and straight.

"Grandma, listen to me! My uncles are countless, and they only come to visit when there's something important..."

He sang with great enthusiasm, and most importantly, his expressions were hilarious.

The excitement was so intense, his eyes were practically glowing.

Lu Yao couldn't stop laughing.

But as I looked at her, my gaze began to drift downwards from her face.

Her sweater was made of fine yarn, very thin, and very tight.

The tight, bulging sensation against his skin gave Lu Yao a strange feeling.

Lu Yao quickly looked away.

Although I could feel changes in my body, my strong willpower kept my central nervous system under control.

He had already wondered if there was something strange in the wine or tea.

If it were his previous life, living in a complex environment abroad, Lu Yao would never easily accept food or drink from others.

But things are different now. There's not so much scheming and backstabbing around me, and I haven't endangered anyone's safety, so I don't think anyone would want to harm me.

Even though the atmosphere at the Jing family's residence was somewhat strange, he didn't think about it too deeply.

I just sensed something was slightly off.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to directly ask Jing Yiming where his hometown is.

He never expected that Jing Yiming would take his casual words so seriously.

She actually drugged herself, trying to get leverage over him.

Jing Youxiang sang a few lines, then forgot the lyrics.

Seeing Lu Yao laughing at her, she turned around, grabbed a stool, and went to the hanging cabinet above to look for songbooks.

There were many lyrics and lyrics from model operas that I had copied down myself.

But the cabinet had been tidied up by her mother, Linghua, and she still couldn't find it. She stood on a stool, stretched out her arms, and rummaged around inside.

"Where did it go? The cardboard notebook, I can't find it!"

Just then, Jing Yiming, having timed it perfectly, entered.

It's been more than ten minutes.

I'm frozen solid outside, I bet Lu Yao inside can't take it anymore.

He wiped the snotty nose from his frozen nose with a handkerchief and waved to Jing Dongwei:

"Go in quietly, listen to the sounds, and once you're sure, then make your move."

Jing Dongwei obeyed his father in everything he did.

The two of them tiptoed in and slipped through the door.

They quietly arrived at the door of Jing Youxiang's room.

There are four small pieces of glass on the wooden door, but they are covered by a white cloth curtain that says "May you live long and prosper," so you can't see anything inside.

The two quieted down and listened to the creaking sound inside, which sounded like the wooden bed shaking.

Then Lu Yao said, "Do you need me to help you? Don't hurt your back. Or let me do it."

Jing Youxiang said, "Oh, I feel it. It's hard, that's it."

Lu Yao's voice: "Then come down."

"what!"

When Jing Youxiang closed the cabinet, she covered her fingers and screamed.

Lu Yao's voice: "Are you alright? Does it hurt?"

Jing Yiming was an experienced driver; he understood immediately.

It's already come to this?

He waved to Jing Dongwei.

Then he took two steps back.

Jing Dongwei rushed forward and yanked open Jing Youxiang's door:

"Lu Yao, what are you doing, kid...?"