Superpower Small Farmer

"Don't worry, I've come back this time not only to visit you and the child but also to deal with the Matsushita Clan," Wang Xiaoqiang said, patting Qiao Hui's shoulder.

After having the child, Qiao Hui's figure remained as supple as ever, truly embodying the elegance and charm of maturity.

"By the way, tomorrow is Sunday, the day Wang Yi learns martial arts. Matsushita Taro will come to pick him up. Shall we stop Wang Yi from going with him?" Qiao Hui suggested.

"Blocking him won't work and would only push the child further away from us, possibly even causing him to rebel. So, let's let Wang Yi go tomorrow, but rest assured, I'll secretly follow to keep an eye on him."

"With you here, I'm relieved," Qiao Hui sighed with relief, leaning into Wang Xiaoqiang's embrace.

At this point, the servant had brought the dishes to the table, inviting them to eat. Qiao Hui called her son Wang Yi downstairs for dinner, but after calling twice without a response, she shook her head and gave up.

The meal was sumptuous, and Qiao Hui accompanied Wang Xiaoqiang for dinner, drinking a bit of wine. After the wine, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, making her exceptionally radiant.

Eagerly, Qiao Hui went to prepare the bath for Wang Xiaoqiang, and after he bathed, she bathed too, then changed into a casual home-style qipao skirt that highlighted both her gentle domestic womanliness and modern urban sophistication, akin to a contemporary avant-garde lady.

Qiao Hui had always been meticulous; she insisted on makeup before leaving the house. Back in the country, she was both a business powerhouse and a socialite—a habit formed over years.

Faced with her man, she was even more fastidious; although at home, she wanted to present her most beautiful and unique side to him, ensuring his utmost enjoyment.

No wonder, at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang felt as if he'd returned to the past, to when he first met her—a mix of elegance, allure, wilderness, with a hint of independence and rebellion. Her unique charm captivated Wang Xiaoqiang, who, though mature, found her increasingly enchanting, like a bottle of wine that grows richer with age.

"Haha, let me give you a massage," Wang Xiaoqiang said, massaging her waist, infusing Spiritual Energy into her waist, quickly easing the pain.

Wang Xiaoqiang was vigorous, or perhaps more resilient with age, eventually causing Qiao Hui to surrender completely.

The two embraced, discussing how to deal with the Matsushita Clan. It was late at night when they finally slept deeply.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next morning, Matsushita Taro arrived to pick up Wang Yi. To avoid alerting the enemy, Wang Xiaoqiang stayed upstairs, using his Heavenly Eye to observe Matsushita Taro.

Matsushita Taro was led downstairs into the villa's living room by a servant. Dressed in a suit and polished shoes, he appeared gentlemanly and refined. Upon seeing Qiao Hui, he bowed deeply to her.

As he bowed, his gaze skimmed over Qiao Hui's long, beautiful legs exposed outside her skirt, a gleam of desire flashing in his eyes. However, as he straightened and raised his head, the lust vanished, replaced by a courteous demeanor, like a gentleman. "Miss Qiao, hello, I'm here to take Wang Yi for martial arts training."

Qiao Hui frowned slightly, "Mr. Matsushita, please call me Mrs. Wang from now on."

"Ah, sorry, I forgot again," Matsushita Taro smiled apologetically, "Mrs. Wang, I'm here to pick up Wang Yi."

Upon hearing Matsushita Taro's voice, Wang Yi eagerly came downstairs. Seeing Matsushita Taro, Wang Yi showed great joy, even a hint of respect and admiration, bowing deeply before him. "Master, hello."

"Haha, Wang Yi, no need for such formality," Matsushita Taro reached to fondly pat Wang Yi's head, appearing very warm and Wang Yi reciprocated with great affection, urgently wanting to go with him. He waved to Qiao Hui, "Goodbye, mom."

"Wang Yi, head to the car first, I need to speak a few words with your mother," Matsushita Taro said to Wang Yi.

Obediently, Wang Yi walked out of the villa's living room toward Matsushita Taro.

As Wang Yi walked out, Matsushita Taro asked, "Mrs. Wang, may I boldly ask whether Mr. Wang has returned recently?"

Qiao Hui answered, "No."

"Ah," Matsushita Taro sighed with relief, "Mr. Wang has been gone for seven years, hasn't he?"

"Indeed, seven years," Qiao Hui lamented, feigning melancholy and wistfulness.

Seeing Qiao Hui's expression, Matsushita Taro's face changed and he laughed, "Miss Qiao, staying home all the time must be quite boring; how about we drink together tonight?"

As Matsushita Taro spoke, he no longer hid his possessive desire, his eyes unabashedly scanning Qiao Hui's graceful figure, in stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

"Sorry, Mr. Matsushita, I'm not skilled at drinking," Qiao Hui coldly refused, "Besides, I'm a married woman, please call me Mrs. Wang from now on."

"Mr. Wang probably won't be coming back. Why should you deceive yourself, Miss Qiao?" Matsushita Taro leered, "Miss Qiao, you're still young and beautiful, guarding a dead-end relationship truly wastes yourself..."

"Mr. Matsushita, I respect you for teaching Wang Yi, but please respect yourself as well; if you continue with such nonsense, don't blame me for turning hostile."

"Miss Qiao, I've admired you for a long time; surely you know?" Matsushita Taro stepped closer to Qiao Hui.

"How dare you! If you persist, I'll call the police," Qiao Hui stood motionless, coldly snapped. She took out her phone as if to dial, though it was recording.

"Miss Qiao, truly a chaste and virtuous woman," Matsushita Taro sighed, face turning sinister as he sneered, "Miss Qiao may not accept me, but Wang Yi wants to make me his adoptive father, so soon we'll be... haha..."

"Adoptive father... That's impossible, without my approval," Qiao Hui stated coldly.

"Impossible? Let me be frank, Wang Yi will be mine, Matsushita Taro's. I'll not only make him my adopted son but my puppet—you understand what a puppet is?" Matsushita Taro bragged arrogantly, devoid of any gentlemanly mannerisms, revealing his true rogue persona.

"Never possible. Try me..."

"Very well, let's try. You and your son have long been part of my plan—Wang Yi, my adopted son, puppet, and you, to become my mistress..." Matsushita Taro declared, eyeing Qiao Hui lustfully, then turned and left.

Stepping out of the villa's living room, his demeanor altered, shedding the rogue and lecherous traits, presenting once again the image of a gentleman, harmlessly smiling.

Watching Matsushita Taro's retreating figure, Qiao Hui revealed a serene smile as she stopped recording on her phone. At this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang came downstairs and, approaching Qiao Hui, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, smiling in approval, "Ahui, well done."

Qiao Hui handed the phone to Wang Xiaoqiang, puzzled, "Isn't this a bit redundant, considering Wang Yi is our son, my biological child? Surely he'd listen to me, believe my words?"

"Everything is for the child. Had I not considered his feelings, I would have dealt with Matsushita Taro right then. So what we did wasn't redundant at all..."

After a pause, Wang Xiaoqiang continued, "As you saw, Wang Yi is quite close to Matsushita Taro, clearly brainwashed and deeply influenced. If we forcefully interfere, it would hurt the child's feelings and exacerbate his rebellious mindset, potentially making him fully abandon us."

As Wang Xiaoqiang spoke, he played the phone recording, revealing the entire conversation between Matsushita Taro and Qiao Hui from his entry into the villa to his departure, with every word clearly recorded.

Listening to the recording, Wang Xiaoqiang raised the phone in satisfaction, "Wang Yi is quite mature, and with this evidence, he'll surely discern right from wrong." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit QiDian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile readers, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)

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