Time to Work at My Mother-in-Law's House!

"Take it, bro, it's fine."

Zhao Yuheng chuckled sheepishly, "Let's not talk about the bad things from the past, let's forget about them."

He was the one who wronged Jin Bao'er in that incident, so it was only right that he got beaten up by her younger brother.

Those punches really hurt a bit, and I even bumped my forehead; it still hurts when I think about it now.

"Wow, this necklace is gold!" Auntie opened the gift box and was dazzled by the gold necklace, which weighed at least 100 grams.

"It's too precious, too precious, I don't want it, I don't want it."

As she spoke, her aunt quickly put the necklace back in the box, intending to return it.

"Auntie, it's worthless."

Zhao Yuheng smiled and pushed it back, "Only 20% is gold, the rest is copper."

After hearing this, the aunt reluctantly accepted it.

Jin Bao'er watched quietly from the side.

You're making this up: 20%?

With your wealth, Young Master Zhao, how could you possibly buy something that only contains 20% gold?

"Jinbao'er, and yours too."

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he bent down and piled the books on the ground together. "These are all out-of-print signed books by Ye Bei. I went to great lengths to get them for you."

There are more than 20 books in total.

Ye Bei is one of Jin Bao'er's favorite authors.

His suitcase was huge; besides his own clothes and underwear, these books took up most of it.

"Thanks."

Jin Bao'er crossed her arms and said nonchalantly, "Liu Yu, please accept it for me."

Upon seeing this, Liu Yu quickly put down her new phone and went over to pick up the stack of books.

It was so heavy that he almost couldn't straighten his back. Then he went upstairs and put it in Jinbao'er's room.

"Alright, Xiaoheng, you can play by yourself at home for a while. We still have farm work to do."

After putting away the necklace, Auntie went downstairs, told Zhao Yuheng, and then carried her basket on her back to leave.

"Auntie, what kind of farm work are you doing? Can you help me?" Zhao Yuheng asked enthusiastically.

The aunt was somewhat surprised and looked him up and down.

She was dressed neatly and cleanly, and her shoes were exquisite and gorgeous.

"It's dirty and hot in the fields, don't go."

The aunt thought that since he was a guest, it was really unreasonable to ask him to help with the work.

"It's alright, Auntie. I also lived in the countryside when I was a child and did farm work."

Zhao Yuheng patted his chest to assure them, his large hand slapping so hard that his pectoral muscles trembled, exuding confidence.

Seeing this, the aunt had no choice but to give up.

"Jinbao'er, find Xiaoheng a set of work clothes and shoes."

My aunt said, "If he goes wearing this, it will be a waste."

After saying that, Auntie went to work in the fields.

Jin Bao'er looked at Zhao Yuheng's physique and was about to say that there were no clothes for him at home when her aunt had already walked away.

"There are no clothes for you at home, so maybe you shouldn't go," Jin Bao'er said helplessly.

"Then I'll go like this," Zhao Yuheng said, and started to walk out.

Jin Bao'er quickly grabbed his arm, her fingertips touching the firm muscles on his arm, and she paused subconsciously.

Then, she took him upstairs and brought out the shoes her uncle used to wear before he was injured.

"Wear it if you don't mind."

Although his uncle was not as strong as Zhao Yuheng, he was on the heavier side. He remembered that Zhao Yuheng wore size 44, and his uncle's size seemed to be about the same.

He also found some long-sleeved shirts and trousers for Zhao Yuheng.

If you're wearing short sleeves and shorts, those branches will surely scratch your arms and other parts of your body.

The shoes fit just okay, but the clothes didn't.

Uncle is only 1.7 meters tall. Even if he is fat, he has a small frame. Zhao Yuheng felt too cramped in the clothes and ultimately did not wear them.

"You should put on your shoes."

Jin Bao'er said, "It's such a waste that your shoes, which cost several thousand yuan, are now stuck in the ground."

Zhao Yuheng sat on the wooden stool and bent down to put on his shoes.

As a result, the laces of these rubber shoes, meant for working in the countryside, got tied in a knot at some point.

He slipped one foot in, but the other half wouldn't go on no matter what he did. His rough, large hands clumsily tried to untie the knot, but the more he tried, the less he could get it right, and his face turned a little red.

"Don't move, I'll do it."

Jin Bao'er bent down and helped him untie his shoelaces.

"This is a dead knot, very difficult to untie..."

As soon as Zhao Yuheng spoke, the knot was untied.

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

He laughed, a little annoyed.

"It's nothing."

Jin Bao'er muttered a complaint and turned to leave.

Zhao Yuheng put on his shoes, hopped around on the ground for a bit, and felt they fit just right before following Jin Bao'er outside.

The two arrived at the field.

Jin Bao'er told Zhao Yuheng what size pears were considered acceptable, gave him some details, and then let him do the work himself.

Jin Bao'er thought Zhao Yuheng was just there to experience life, but no sooner had she finished speaking than he lowered his head and started working hard.

Without saying much, they spent the whole afternoon picking fruit.

His black vest was already soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.

The outlines of the pectoral and abdominal muscles are clearly visible, with distinct grooves.

His bronze skin glistened with sweat, exuding a wild, masculine charm.

I only took two short breaks to drink water; the rest of the time I was busy picking pears, working quickly and efficiently.

"Take a break, you'll be exhausted later."

Jin Bao'er tugged at Zhao Yuheng's arm as he was still picking pears.

Zhao Yuheng stopped and casually lifted his soaked vest to wipe the sweat from his face.

In an instant, his firm, flat, and sharply defined abs were revealed, with beads of sweat rolling down the creases of his abs, exuding both desire and lust.

However, it seems that the body fat percentage is a little low.

"You feel sorry for me?"

Jin Bao'er: "..."

Get lost.

Day after day, they flirt with people, completely oblivious to their own limitations.

"You might as well work yourself to death, since you won't get paid anyway." Jin Bao'er walked away irritably.

Zhao Yuheng just smiled and continued picking pears.

"Auntie, you guys can pick the pears, I'll carry them."

He noticed that everyone was responsible for carrying the pears they picked back.

Jin Bao'er was not strong enough to fill the basket completely, so she went up to her and said that.

Let them fill their baskets to the brim, and he will carry them back.

It's about a ten-minute walk from here to his home, and it's uphill, so carrying it on his back is very strenuous.

Before his aunt could refuse, Zhao Yuheng had already made his move.

His aunt had no choice but to step forward and help him lift the basket on his back.

Zhao Yuheng caught it steadily, his back straight and not bent at all.

With broad shoulders, he steadily carried the weight, striding uphill, his robust back looking exceptionally reliable.

Jin Bao'er, who was watching this scene from afar, was stunned.

What's this idiot doing here?

Are you trying to curry favor with your father-in-law?

"Brother, you can't treat your son-in-law like an ox. What if he's exhausted later?"

At this moment, Liu Yu, while picking pears, quietly came over and teased him with winks and grimaces.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

"Then go ahead!"

"I'm not going, I'm not going."

Liu Yu quickly waved her hand, "I'm already so tired from carrying this much, it's like you're trying to kill me."

Liu Yu didn't like carrying things on her back; she spent most of her time picking pears.

Jinbao couldn't bear to see her aunt carry it all by herself, so she carried it in small amounts and multiple times.

Seeing Zhao Yuheng carrying a full basket of pears on his back without even bending over, Jin Bao'er thought to herself:

It seems that fitness can be used in this way?

After seven or eight rounds, even Zhao Yuheng, who exercises regularly, couldn't take it anymore.

As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the floor, panting heavily, my chest heaving, and all my muscles aching.

It was comparable to doing hundreds of squats; my legs felt numb, and I almost didn't have the strength to lift my arms.

Just then, a cool towel was thrown over.

"Let's wipe it."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, she placed a bottle of mineral water next to him.

Zhao Yuheng looked at the clean towel on his chest and hesitated for a moment.

"Mine, I've already washed it for you."

Jin Bao'er thought he was disgusted, so she added another sentence.

Zhao Yuheng's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He knew that Jin Bao'er must have seen the itching on his face and neck from the dust.

I only let him wipe the red spot with a damp towel after I saw that he had picked at it.

His daughter, Jinbao'er, still feels sorry for him.