Uncle ah

That bloody wound on Tran Mac's back looked very frightening, his entire back covered in fresh blood.

"It's nothing. Got whipped by a crazy woman. She probably has some status. I'm temporarily enduring it," Tran Mac said dismissively.

"Uncle..."

Han An Nuong reached out, wanting to examine the wound on Tran Mac's back, but was afraid of hurting him: "Bleeding so much! How could she strike so cruelly? Uncle, how did you anger her?"

"I didn't anger her. Just stood to the side. After she fell off her horse, she whipped anyone she saw. Otherwise, why would I call her a crazy woman?"

Tran Mac didn't want Han An Nuong to worry about this kind of thing, bringing her negative emotions. After putting down all the grain, he took out the cotton-padded jacket he bought for Han An Nuong: "Sister-in-law, try it on and see if it fits. I even specially chose a slightly larger size."

Seeing Han An Nuong staring at him, unmoved, Tran Mac placed the cotton-padded jacket on the table to one side, then took out the jade hairpin he bought for Han An Nuong from his bosom, smiling as he said, "Ta-da! Sister-in-law, look what this is!"

Tran Mac dangled the jade hairpin before Han An Nuong's eyes, then said again, "Isn't it beautiful, Sister-in-law? Let me put it on for you."

Saying so, Tran Mac reached out, wanting to put it on for Han An Nuong.

Han An Nuong, seeing the jade hairpin in Tran Mac's hand, finally couldn't hold back. She lowered her head, unable to stop sobbing, wiping her tears.

"Sister-in-law, why are you crying?"

Even Tran Mac, who could calmly face fierce ruffians, was somewhat stunned at this moment.

Han An Nuong didn't glance at the hairpin in Tran Mac's hand, still looking down at the blood-stained bag, sobbing as she said, "Uncle, let's not go into the city anymore, okay? I don't want a cotton-padded jacket, don't want a hairpin. I just want... Uncle, for you to be well, don't want to see Uncle injured again..."

She hadn't expected the county town to be so dangerous now. Just standing by the side, one could get whipped, and beaten so heavily at that.

"Sister-in-law..."

Seeing Han An Nuong like this, Tran Mac fell silent. He couldn't bring himself to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he ignored the sentence about going into the city and said, "Sister-in-law, today's matter was just an accident. I promise you, I won't get injured again in the future. I'll be fine."

Finished speaking, Tran Mac changed the subject: "Sister-in-law, is the food ready? My stomach is hungry."

Han An Nuong wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, opened the room door, and went towards the kitchen.

Tran Mac thought she was going to fetch food, but she returned with a basin of hot water. After closing the door, she pulled Tran Mac into the house: "Uncle, let me clean your wound first."

"Sister-in-law, wait, I bought jinchuang yao." Tran Mac turned around and picked up the medicinal powder.

...

In Tran Mac's room.

Han An Nuong placed the wooden basin on the bedside table, lit the lamp, looked at Tran Mac who had removed his wood-chopping knife and dagger, bit her lip, hesitated slightly, then said softly in a gentle tone, "Uncle, you take off your... clothes, lie prone on the bed, let me clean your wound a bit."

Tran Mac, however, wasn't as hesitant as Han An Nuong. He directly took off the cotton-padded jacket. But when taking off the innermost garment, that piece of clothing was stuck to the wound. Just a slight movement, and it hurt terribly.

Han An Nuong came to help, carefully and seriously helping Tran Mac remove that close-fitting garment.

After the clothes were completely removed, Han An Nuong's eyes became somewhat moist again. That wound was over three inches long, the skin broken and flesh torn, looking very savage.

Han An Nuong couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Tran Mac immediately sucked in a cold breath.

"That woman is too vicious! To strike so cruelly..." Han An Nuong said in a hoarse voice.

Tran Mac narrowed his eyes slightly. This grudge, sooner or later, he would repay.

Unfortunately, there wasn't even a bronze mirror in the house, so he couldn't even clearly see what this wound looked like.

Tran Mac lay prone on the bed properly.

Han An Nuong wrung dry the towel in the wooden basin, then gently helped Tran Mac wipe away the other bloodstains around the wound.

Under the dim lamplight, taking this rare opportunity, she carefully examined Tran Mac.

Uncle's body is so strong, these muscles, piece by piece...

However, she quickly realized this thought was wrong.

"An Nuong, oh An Nuong, he is your uncle! What are you thinking..." Sensing Tran Mac turn his head and glance over, Han An Nuong only felt her heart race wildly, her mouth and tongue dry. She quickly put the towel back into the wooden basin and rinsed it several times.

Seeing Han An Nuong's large, quickly passing fruit, Tran Mac quickly turned his head back.

Han An Nuong wiped the bloodstains from Tran Mac's back clean, then took the jinchuang yao and sprinkled it on the wound.

"Hiss!" Tran Mac clenched his five fingers, gritting his teeth.

"Uncle, did it hurt you?" Han An Nuong said gently.

Tran Mac shook his head.

Han An Nuong, seeing the medicinal powder on the wound wasn't spread evenly, even used her finger to gently spread it a bit.

The pain made Tran Mac suck in a breath.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Han An Nuong, like a child who had done something wrong, hurriedly apologized, then lowered her head and blew on Tran Mac's wound, wanting to alleviate his pain.

"It's okay. Sister-in-law, just get some bandages for me, and it'll be fine," Tran Mac said.

"Bandages?" Han An Nuong was stunned. Where would there be bandages in the house? But soon she thought of something, returned to her mother-in-law's room, took out a light piece of clothing, tore it into strips, and helped Tran Mac bandage it up.

"Alright." Han An Nuong tied a knot. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her slender wrist.

"Un... Uncle!"

Han An Nuong was startled, both surprised and shy, wanting to pull her hand away.

Tran Mac opened his mouth, "An Nuong."

Boom!

Han An Nuong's mind exploded with a bang, a complete blank. Then her head felt like a furnace, her face burning hot.

An Nuong was her pet name. Since childhood, only her parents and her never-consummated husband had called her that.

Now, Tran Mac's "An Nuong," what it represented, was self-evident.

"An Nuong, I can't bear it anymore. Dai Lang is not here. From now on, let me take care of you."

Seeing she didn't resist, instead looking at him with a flushed, dazed face, Tran Mac sat up, took her wrist, and pulled her towards him.

"Ah!"

Han An Nuong let out a startled cry, her whole body immediately pouncing onto him.

Only at this moment did Han An Nuong finally react, wanting to get up, but her nose was filled with the masculine scent, making her whole body go soft, unable to muster any resistance.

Looking at Tran Mac's burning gaze, Han An Nuong lowered her head, her voice trembling as she said, "Uncle ah, I... am your sister-in-law."

"I understand!"

Before transmigrating, Tran Mac was also surrounded by beauties, understood women's thoughts. Hearing Han An Nuong's words, knew she didn't reject him. At once, with a light flip, he placed her beneath him, rather roughly untying the clothes on Han An Nuong's body.

"Uncle ah... Woo woo..."

Han An Nuong hadn't finished speaking before her mouth was covered.

The next moment, the room immediately fell into darkness.

"But I don't want you to just be my sister-in-law."

Tran Mac finished speaking. A burst of noisy sounds echoed in the room.

"Nhi... Nhi Lang!"

"Sister-in-law, I still prefer to hear you call me Uncle."

"...Uncle ah!"