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But here, her chest truly didn’t feel so tight.
Yet there was nothing at all in this place. She couldn’t possibly just stay here forever.
Besides, she couldn’t even see the situation outside, nor did she know whether her body had come over, or just her consciousness.
After lingering for a while without figuring anything out, she went out.
Back on the little bed, she saw the mole on her index finger still absorbing that endlessly flowing moonlight.
Could it be that the energy wasn’t enough?
Thinking of her three years of novel-reading experience, perhaps it was absorbing the essence of sun and moon?
Should she try letting it bask more under the sun tomorrow…?
Wen Qinghe spread out her left hand, making sure that mole on her index finger was in the moonlight, then drifted into a deep sleep.
———
Wen Qinghe finally returned successfully, and the butler grandfather knew she had broken up in love.
He directly, in her name, invited all the finest single young heirs of the capital’s wealthy families.
There were flowers, fine wine, handsome men, and a poolside party…
At the singles party, she lay on a recliner by the pool in a bathrobe.
Young Master Zhao peeled grapes for her, Young Master Qian massaged her legs.
Young Master Sun knelt on one knee beside her, painting her nails, while Young Master Li stood nearby with a glass of wine to serve her.
Hearing a noisy commotion outside the villa gate, Wen Qinghe, who was enjoying herself with the new friends she had met today, frowned slightly.
“Miss, Mu Anche has arrived. Should we let him in?”
“What’s he here for? Send him away.”
“Yes.”
Not long after the bodyguard left, she heard Mu Anche’s hoarse cries from outside the villa.
“Hehe, I was wrong! I love you!”
Tsk, tsk~~
“Bring me the iPad, pull up the surveillance at the villa gate!”
When the bodyguard handed her the monitor,
She saw Mu Anche looking utterly disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and shabby, as though even across the screen one could smell a sour stench.
As if sensing her gaze, he knelt before the surveillance camera.
“Hehe, I truly know I was wrong! I’ve broken up with that old woman! From now on, I’ll only love you!”
No sooner had he spoken than several muffled thunderclaps resounded in the sky, followed by a sudden downpour, drenching Mu Anche from head to toe.
What a scene—totally unexpected!
Watching it, she wanted to clap her hands in delight—the grapes in her mouth tasted all the sweeter, the massage on her legs all the more comfortable, and ah, her nails were looking so pretty…
So why on earth had she been foolish enough to fall in love with this man before?
The heavy rain poured down, yet Mu Anche remained kneeling, unmoving. No one could tell whether the wetness on his face was rain or tears.
“Hehe, I truly know I was wrong! Give me another chance! From now on, if you tell me to go east, I’ll never go west…”
Such a sobbing, pleading scene—so moving, so touching…
Separated only by the villa gate, it was as though two different worlds existed.
Outside, a drenched man barking like a stray dog…
Inside, the paradise of joy her butler grandfather had arranged for her.
She carelessly lifted her wine glass to clink with the eager handsome man beside her, while leisurely enjoying the spectacle outside.
Just as she was feeling utterly pleased, she heard someone calling her.
“Comrade Wen? Wen Qinghe? Get up and make breakfast!”
???
Wen Qinghe was utterly dumbfounded…
What kind of joke was this? Who dared let her cook?!
Just as she was about to ignore the voice, she heard a rooster crowing…
A rooster??
Did the butler grandfather keep chickens in the villa??
When the knocking and banging grew too annoying, she opened her eyes, only to see gray walls and a thatched earthen roof…
Wen Qinghe: She had a mouthful of curses but didn’t know whether to say them or not…
Could this dream have been any more realistic?
Knock, knock, knock!
“Qinghe? Awake yet?”
It was Tang Lingling’s voice again.
Well then—dream over!
The heavy, suffocating weight in her chest reminded her that she was once again a little educated youth…
“Ahem… coming, just a moment.”
Forcing herself to perk up, Wen Qinghe resignedly got up, dressed neatly, tied her hair into a simple ponytail, and opened the door.
Tang Lingling was momentarily stunned by the sight of that naturally radiant, peerless little face.
This Wen educated youth was truly beautiful~
But remembering what Liu Meihua had said, her heart ached for her. Her own younger sister had also been tormented by illness for years…
Thinking of her sister, she couldn’t help but want to take better care of Wen Qinghe.
“Qinghe, bring your washing things to the kitchen for a quick wash. I’ll teach you how to cook.”
“Alright.”
It was only a little after five o’clock, the sky just faintly brightening.
By the time Wen Qinghe finished washing, Tang Lingling had already washed and cut the sweet potatoes.
Recalling how Wen Qinghe had choked on corn gruel yesterday, she decided to add some fine grain into today’s sweet potatoes.
That way, the sweet potato porridge would cook up sweet, soft, and sticky.
“What should I do to help?”
Wen Qinghe rubbed her hands together, eager to show off.
“Uh… you can add wood to the fire.”
Wen Qinghe looked at the little hole beneath the pot, where flames flickered, and the half-burned firewood inside…
Hmm… easy enough!
She squatted down and shoved a whole armful of wood straight into the hole.
While adding water, Tang Lingling glanced over and her eye twitched.
“Qinghe, don’t add so much! Just leave two or three pieces inside burning, that’s enough.”
When she saw Wen Qinghe obediently trying to pull the excess wood back out, Tang Lingling hurriedly stopped her in fright.
Thank goodness she had taken another look, otherwise the kitchen might have gone up in flames…
Finally, with Wen Qinghe’s “help” (or sabotage), breakfast was finished…
Wen Qinghe: So cooking is this easy!
Tang Lingling: (ー_ー)!!
The educated youths had to start work at seven. By the time they finished, everyone was already getting up one after another…
Breakfast was usually simple: steaming hot sweet potato porridge, plus a plate of salted radishes pickled by the educated youths themselves.
Maybe because she had helped cook it, Wen Qinghe cautiously tasted a small spoonful at first, worried it might choke her like yesterday.
But unexpectedly, it was delicious—sweet and fragrant—and she couldn’t help but finish the whole bowl.
If butler grandfather were here, he’d surely be comforted.
He often said she ate like a cat, nibbling at dishes no matter how many the maid prepared, never finishing much…
———
When the senior educated youths had gone to work, the five newcomers from yesterday remained at the educated youth spot, waiting for the brigade leader to assign them tasks.
It was then that Yan Xiao walked in, carrying a small cabinet in one hand and something unrecognizable in the other.
“Educated Youth Wen, is this the kind of cabinet you wanted?”
Wen Qinghe hadn’t expected him to bring it so quickly. And it was exactly as she had described—the very kind she wanted.
“Yes, that’s exactly it. Comrade Yan, thank you.”
Her face lit with joy as she looked up at the fierce-looking yet skillful man, only to see him glance at her once before quickly looking away.
Wen Qinghe didn’t understand, but she looked at the cabinet, its smooth rounded edges carefully polished, easily carried in his hand.
She reached out to take it, but Yan Xiao turned aside.
“It’s heavy. I’ll carry it in for you.”
“Oh, okay, thank you.”
After placing the cabinet where she indicated, he unfolded the other item in his hand—
It was a table? And foldable at that.
Amazing…
“What’s this?”
“There was some wood left, so I thought you might need a table here. I made one too.”
“Comrade Yan, are all the villagers as skillful as you?”
“You’re incredible—how do you know how to make everything!”
For the first time being so openly praised by such a beautiful girl, the nearly two-meter-tall Yan Xiao, unaccustomed to it, actually blushed. But his skin was dark enough that Wen Qinghe didn’t notice…
“Not really. I grew up in the mountains, so I picked up a little of everything. If Educated Youth Wen needs anything, you can come to me anytime.”
Yan Xiao didn’t know why, but ever since meeting this pretty little educated youth yesterday, she had filled his thoughts. Even Little Xiao had been restless all night until dawn when he finally suppressed it.
If someone had told him before that he’d one day be haunted by thoughts of a girl, he’d have scoffed.
But now, just seeing her, he couldn’t hold back his impulses.