Chapter 42: The Legendary Devilish Figure

Wen Yanyan, despite the hardship, hadn’t wasted her efforts. In just over half a month, she had earned over three hundred yuan.

The weight loss results were remarkable.

Her double chin miraculously disappeared, her features softened, her jawline became visible, and her once bloated waistline now had a clear curve.

Although her belly was still somewhat large, with the help of a tummy-control undergarment, it was no longer noticeable when she wore clothes.

What surprised her most was that her proud bust remained proudly at a D+, not shrinking at all.

Goodness gracious! At this rate, wouldn’t her figure become the legendary devilish figure?

Too good, too good, simply too good!

However, it also showed how tired she had been recently. She hadn’t exercised at all these days because she was busy with her stall.

The promised sit-ups hadn’t been done.

She was too tired.

Every night, after Wen Yanyan finishes her meal and takes a bath, she plays with Xiaobao, then lies on the bed, closes her eyes, and falls asleep in seconds.

Nan Fangjue was puzzled why she wasn’t exercising anymore.

But he didn’t ask.

Because he thought Wen Yanyan didn’t need to deliberately lose weight; she was still losing weight even without exercising these days.

…

She originally thought this business would continue, leading her to wealth, but unforeseen circumstances arose.

One day.

Wen Yanyan, after selling her chicken feet at the jade processing factory as usual, was preparing to go to town to restock when suddenly dark clouds gathered, and a torrential rain poured down, accompanied by thunder and lightning and strong winds.

She was quickly drenched like a drowned rat. The already uneven dirt road became even more muddy and treacherous, a mire of mud and water.

Wen Yanyan struggled to ride her bicycle in the wind and rain.

Suddenly, the bicycle wheel slipped.

With a cry of “Ah!”, she lost her balance and fell, landing squarely in a large mud puddle, her right knee hitting the pedal.

Oh my god!

The pain made her face pale, her teeth clenched. She sat on the ground for a long time before recovering.

It hurt so much.

Wen Yanyan stood up in the downpour and looked ahead, realizing she wasn’t far from the military dependents’ courtyard. She didn’t want to ride anymore.

Her knee might be injured; it hurt.

The torrential rain continued without stopping. This was the first rain she had experienced since coming to this era.

She was somewhat discouraged. Today was unlucky; the weather was conspiring against her.

Well, they didn’t have weather forecasts in this era. If she had known there would be such a heavy downpour, she wouldn’t have gone to her stall.

Wen Yanyan pushed her bicycle, trudging through the mud, one step at a time. Looking up, she saw Nan Fangjue standing at the gate of their courtyard, watching her from afar.

Huh?

Why was he back? He seemed earlier than usual.

She stopped, not knowing how to explain herself.

But she couldn’t stay there; the rain was coming down heavily, with thunder, and she couldn’t stay out in the storm.

So, Wen Yanyan continued walking home.

…

But why was Nan Fangjue, who should have been at the army base, standing at the gate of their courtyard?

It was also because of the heavy rain. Soldier training ended early, and it was almost noon, so he came home early.

However, as soon as he entered the house, he found Wen Yanyan wasn’t there. The stove was cold.

Hmm?

Where did she go?

And it was still raining heavily outside.

Nan Fangjue took an umbrella and went out. Soon, he saw a woman covered in rain and mud pushing a bicycle towards him.

Her gait…was it Wen Yanyan?

He called out from afar, “Are you Wen Yanyan?”

Huh?

Wen Yanyan only then realized how disheveled she looked; he almost didn’t recognize her.

She nodded.

Then, Wen Yanyan saw Nan Fangjue walking towards her with an umbrella, his slender phoenix eyes sharp and deep.

“Why were you out in this rain?”

“I, I wasn’t anywhere.”

When she first saw him in the rain, Wen Yanyan’s brain had completely short-circuited; it wouldn’t process anything.

“Let’s go, let’s talk at home.”

Nan Fangjue took the bicycle with one hand and held the umbrella over her with the other as they walked into the courtyard.

He escorted her into the house, then went out to put the bicycle under the shed before returning.

Wen Yanyan stood on the red brick floor, her clothes soaked through, rainwater dripping onto the ground like a small stream.

She was still clutching her military satchel, which contained the money she had just earned.

She stared blankly at the mud-covered bag Nan Fangjue was holding.

What should she do?

Her secret was about to be exposed.

She hadn’t figured out how to explain it yet; her brain still wasn’t working properly.

The mud-covered bag Nan Fangjue was holding was the one he had taken from the bicycle handlebars.

He opened it and saw a weighing scale and the scent of a certain spice. He understood.

But he didn’t ask anything, simply placing the mud-covered bag on the floor in the corner.

He went to the kitchen, got the thermos, and poured a basin of warm water, saying softly,

“Wash your face.”

Nan Fangjue went into the room and closed the door.

Wen Yanyan went to wash her face. Looking at the muddy water in the basin, she fell silent, then changed the water.

She changed the water five times before she finally washed the mud off her face.

…

She opened the door but didn’t go inside, standing in the doorway watching Nan Fangjue standing in front of the writing desk, saying nothing.

He also looked at Wen Yanyan, his gaze profound.

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

Wen Yanyan shook her head; her short-circuited brain hadn’t restarted yet; it would take a while, but she didn’t have time to wait.

“Wen Yanyan!”

Nan Fangjue’s emotions suddenly erupted, his slender phoenix eyes blazing.

“You’re unbelievable! You’re so stubborn! You don’t listen to a word I say; you just ignore me, right?! Come here!”

He grabbed her from the doorway and pulled her in front of the wardrobe mirror.

“Look in the mirror, look at yourself! What a mess you are!”