Chapter 28: Not a Single Curse Word Was Said

But—

Don’t panic, don’t panic!

With the space in hand, the world is mine.

Jiang Yunhe had originally planned to head into the county to look for opportunities and see if there were any places to sell goods. She had thought of asking Widow Liu to pull some strings and have her brother ship the goods elsewhere for sale.

That way, she could completely remove herself and go do other things.

But it turned out that they didn’t even entertain the idea, treating her like a potential thief.

So, she gave up on that.

After all, they weren’t people she trusted. It was safer to handle things herself, and besides, it would help her understand the market and pricing better.

Now it was already the 1980s, the wind of reform was blowing across the land—it was no longer the 70s!

Back then, you still had to act all timid and sneaky.

Now? Anyone with capability was diving into the business world!

Jiang Yunhe had countless dreams of becoming rich and living a good life—right until she and Chu Peihan stood in front of the ox cart and almost got hit by the swishing tail.

Bam! Dream shattered.

Chu Peihan didn’t notice her spacing out and was still talking with the village carter, Brother Wang. First, of course, he had to explain why the two of them were holding hands.

Second, he needed to sweet-talk the guy into letting them ride along.

Fortunately, Brother Wang wasn’t nosy or greedy and agreed to give them a free ride. Normally, passengers had to pay.

Two cents per person.

But hey, both of them were pitiful folks!

Brother Wang had grown up in the village himself—how could he not know the sad stories of their families? To put it bluntly, these were two kids with rough fates. He’d help if he could.

Chu Peihan refused, insisting on paying.
He still had that much money.

“Xiao Han, treating me like a stranger now?”

“Brother Wang.”

“Brother Wang, just accept it. Otherwise, with Peihan’s personality, he’ll insist on walking to the county. Look at me—skinny arms and legs—I can’t walk that far,” Jiang Yunhe said exaggeratedly, a light smile on her face, looking calm and approachable.

“Well… alright then. One cent for both of you,” Brother Wang agreed, giving them a big discount. He often ran deliveries of fertilizer and such between the county and village anyway.

After all, in these times, private cars were luxuries for the elite.

In their tiny mountain village? Never mind owning one—most had never even seen one!

Chu Peihan still wanted to protest, but Jiang Yunhe subtly pinched him. There was no need to insist right now. If they kept debating, they might not reach the county before dark. Better to just get going.

They’d settle debts later.

Either way, they owed Brother Wang a favor now.

Chu Peihan’s eyes flickered, but he went along with it. After all, if his wife said it, it must be right. He pulled out the money immediately.

Jiang Yunhe shrugged—what was there to fight about? She had nothing but a dimensional space on her. What could she even offer?

Brother Wang laughed and nodded. “Now that’s more like it!”

Jiang Yunhe held on as she climbed into the cart carefully. But just as she settled in, she spotted someone running toward them from a distance—a pale yellow dress, fluffy hair…

Tch. Persistent ghost.

Chu Peihan noticed her small scoff and raised a brow. “What is it?”

A sickeningly sweet voice called out, “Brother Wang, wait for me!”

Brother Wang: “……”

Well, damn. He had just raised the whip, and with one misstep, almost smacked the ox in the eye.

What the heck was going on?

Fang Mianmian took the chance and ran up quickly, smiling sweetly. “Brother Wang, I’m also going to the county. Can I get a ride too?”

Brother Wang: “……”

How could anyone say no to a soft-spoken little fairy like her?

Still, something about this educated youth Fang… felt off. Both Jiang Yunhe and Fang Mianmian were smiling at him, but…

He didn’t quite trust her.

Since Fang Mianmian had spoken up, she wasn’t giving him a chance to refuse. She shoved money into his hand and climbed aboard.

Luckily, she moved quickly.

She had suspected earlier that something was off about Jiang Yunhe. And now? It looked like she was eloping with a wild man. She had to keep an eye on her—no way she’d let her escape!

Jiang Yunhe felt uncomfortable under her gaze. The two clearly didn’t get along, and she didn’t bother pretending. After all…

She didn’t like Fang Mianmian.
Fang Mianmian didn’t like her.

In fact, they were mortal enemies!

This time, Chu Peihan noticed something. Her energy had dipped. He immediately pulled her into his arms. That sickening voice just now—he recognized it.

Fang Mianmian wasn’t a good person.

But apparently, she had no such awareness!

She looked at them “in shock.”

“Oh my, Xiaoye, how are you involved with the Chu family’s… this person? Does Auntie Sun know? I just saw her looking for you.”

“……”

“You, a girl, openly running off with a man like this—it’s improper. You should go back. Otherwise, people will say the Jiang family failed to teach you right.”

“……”

Like farting in a hot wok—she really knew how to stir things up.

Jiang Yunhe let out a cold scoff, not bothered by her.

Chu Peihan furrowed his brow. “Miss, if your ears work and your eyes aren’t blind, you should’ve heard Auntie Sun say that we’re engaged. As for why we’re going out together, we don’t owe you any explanation.”

Fang Mianmian: “You dare insult me?!”

Jiang Yunhe: “Ahem, he didn’t say a single curse word.”

Her Chu Peihan was the most gentle and proper man. He would never use foul language.

At the front, Brother Wang drove the cart earnestly, quietly munching on the drama. Chu Peihan had already explained things to him earlier—he’d been surprised at first, but now he could see it clearly. The two were a perfect match.

Fang Mianmian’s face turned slightly green. That feeling of losing control was back. She’d already sensed something was off back at the ancestral hall. The more she thought about it after returning, the more unsettled she felt.

Now it was clear—Jiang Yunhe had truly changed.

“Xiaoye, how could you talk to me like this?”

“If I don’t talk to you like this, how should I talk to you?” Jiang Yunhe could no longer stand her fake, delicate act. If you want to talk, just talk—what’s with the whole damsel-in-distress routine?

If she wasn’t grossed out herself, Jiang Yunhe certainly was.

“I’m your—”

“What, do you want me to slap you?!” Jiang Yunhe knew exactly what she was about to say—using Sun Meilin’s name to try and suppress her again.

What a joke.

Those cheap tricks? Don’t bother showing them off in front of her.

She just wondered—if she gave her a good kick, would Fang Mianmian fall right off the ox cart?