Chapter 5

Ning Yuan, though petite, her hand was already raised high, the flesh on her round face trembled: “You... you dare!”"If you're going to talk nonsense, I dare to hit you. What's the matter" Ning Yuan..."What's wrong..." Ning Yuan shivered and instinctively looked at Rong Zhaonan.

Although he was tall and thin, and well-mannered, she felt a sense of oppression from him.

But at this moment, the man loosened his grip on her hand, lowered his head, letting his bangs fall over his glasses, hiding his eyes. "Let me help you pack your things. Your belongings are scattered"

By the way, check what's in her luggage. Last night she hid something away, I don't know what.

As soon as she took her clothes off last night, he could only back out.

I just hugged her, and she doesn't have much muscle. She doesn't seem to work out.

The man in front of me had once again returned to that cold and dull "honest" look.

Ning Yuan was stunned. The feeling of a blade brushing against her skin, cold and sharp, just now—it must have been her imagination.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you!" She could only lower her head awkwardly and stare at her scattered luggage.

Her broken suitcase just fell apart when she was fighting with Wang Jianhua a moment ago.

"Some things rolled into the ditch too, so the two of them went to pick them up."

Fortunately, the things weren't many. Ning Yuan picked them up for a while and found that it was almost enough.

But...

"Here." A long hand extended two white, old bras.

Ning Yuan's face instantly flushed red like a little cherry blossom, Lord...

She hurriedly grabbed her bra and shoved it into the box without even brushing off the grass.

But the next moment, that big hand casually handed her a pair of tiny panties: "Your underpants fell down too."

Ning Yuan recalled a saying from later generations—social death!

She quickly grabbed it again, lowering her head to look around, wondering if there were any more underpants or bras...

"Gone." The man's voice was cold and emotionless, echoing above her.

Then Ning Yuan let out a sigh of relief, threw the blanket over her back and quickly fastened the box. "I'm fine, let's go."

Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl bowing her head before him, her white ears were all red.

So easily embarrassed, you dare to approach him Even a spy wouldn't have this much incompetence.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and casually took the box from her hand. “Give it to me.”

Ning Yuan's hands were empty, so he just carried the suitcase forward.

She hurried after him, "Thank you so much."

Looking at his back and ears, Ning Yuan couldn't help but mutter, "This man is really tall, at least 1.85 meters"

She's only 1.6 meters tall.... It feels like I'm looking at a little person.

Two people entered the small, dilapidated shack by the cowpen, one after the other.

This was originally a place where hay for cows was piled. After Rong Zhaonan was demoted, it became his residence.

All four sides leaked, barely patched with newspaper. Two broken door panels, found who knows where, were propped up on a wooden frame to serve as a bed.

There were still two wardrobes with doors missing, holding his clothes and belongings, and a small bag of coarse rice was placed inside one.

The large fish tank is placed in the corner of the wall.

Under a reclaimed, rickety table, there were stones as padding. Two benches that were still fairly usable, and an oil lamp, along with an old washbasin and enamel water tank.

At a glance, it seems like all his belongings are here.

Ning Yuan hadn't had time to notice the environment of the cow shed last night, but now that she was looking, her eyebrows shot up in alarm.

This little brother probably came over from before the liberation, he's the poorest person in the whole village.

There is still a smell of fermented cow dung outside.

He doesn't seem like a reborn person, but he has no idea what drastic changes the social landscape will undergo in the future.

How does a man with such a good background face the environment he may have to live in for the rest of his life

"Well, still thinking about moving in" Rong Zhaonan looked at her complexion and pressed his black glasses faintly.

This place is far worse than the environment we had as educated youths.

The educated youth point was a newly built small tile house in the village. Although everyone was poor and didn't have much, it was definitely much better than the cow shed or dilapidated houses.

Ning Yuan gritted her teeth: "Let's move, act the whole play, we are 'husband and wife'."

"Things will get better, she thought to herself. She wouldn't go back to live with Zhang Zhenzhen and Wang Jianhua at the educated youth point."

Rong Zhaonan watched as she put down her luggage, her resolute expression clear. He narrowed his eyes.

This little spy is quite persistent.

Just now, he nonchalantly went through her luggage without making a sound, failing to see what she had hidden last night.

Ning Yuan put her box by the cabinet and glanced at the roof, which was leaky and exposed to the sky. She felt like sighing.

Southeast rural areas are often humid and rainy. When it rains outside, it drizzles inside. What a life this person must lead!

"We need to figure out a way to fix the roof," Ning Yuan muttered.

Rong Zhaonan glanced at the ceiling and noncommittally replied with an "Mmm."

Ning Yuan turned and began to pack her things.

The enamel basin is put in place, the towel is hung up with a hemp rope, and the clothes are put away.

When she went to look at the bed with the blankets in her arms, she froze —

There are only two rickety wooden doors, and there is just one bed!

She looked around, but there was nowhere else to sleep in the pitch-black room.

Rong Zhaonan watched her calmly, waiting to see what she would do.

Ning Yuan's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and then under his gaze, she walked over and pushed his pillow and bedding inwards.

Then, she put her bedding on the door panel outside.

"Well, are you going to sleep with me" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow.

Just now, he looked at me like I was a wolf and he was a rabbit.

Now the rabbit is getting bold, daring to sleep in the same bed with the wolf

She gave an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Dr. Rong. Let's just make do for now. I'll go check with the village committee to see if there are any other options."

Rong Zhaonan looked at her: “Aren't you afraid that I'll really do something”

The little agent is going to use beauty as a ploy, making a big sacrifice.

How could Ning Yuan possibly know that she was being treated as a sinister 'little spy'

She raised her eyes and smiled: "Doctor Rong, if you were like Wang Jianhua, you wouldn't have endured so hard last night."

She's not stupid. She lived for decades in her past life, she certainly has some confidence in reading people.

What's more, he came from a privileged background and later became a high-ranking official, yet his private life has always been well-regarded.

Róng Zhāonán had a mouthful of food, twitched the corner of his lips: "Hmm... you're so easy to trust people."

The girl before him looked at him seriously, her black eyes like grapes, full of trust.

This woman is quite the actress.

Are they familiar with each other She seems to know a lot about people, it looks like she's done her homework.

Is it because of his background or because he used to work in a special unit

Ning Yuan didn't know what he was thinking. She packed up and told Rong Zhaonan, "Doctor Rong, you should get back to work. I'll go find the village elder for a marriage certificate and introduction letter."

Rong Zhaonan could not help but nod.

To say divorce is such a trivial matter, it seems she's prepared for this.

Ning Yuan took her documents and put them into her army-green old satchel. She turned and walked out the door.

Just as she reached the door, she remembered something and turned back. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out two biscuits and two large white rabbit candies, placing them in Rong Zhaonan's hands.

She smiled gratefully at him, her big eyes curving into crescent moons: "Dr. Rong, thank you for saving me again this morning!"

Rong Zhaonan looked at the cookies and White Rabbit Creamy Candy in his hands, then at her big eyes.

This was a snack more precious than rice, something he had never been without in his boyhood.

He hasn't tasted anything for years, not even candy or cookies, let alone brown sugar.

Even if everyone here grew sugarcane, this reformist wouldn't get a share.

Ning Yuan waved her hand and turned to leave in a hurry.

Rong Zhaonan was not polite and slowly ate the cookie.

Then, he peeled off the paper wrapper of a large white rabbit candy and put the pure white candy in his mouth.

The sweet milky flavor lingered on my tongue. Somehow, it reminded me of Ning Yuan's scent.

He glanced at Ning Yuan's little flower pillow on the bed, licked his delicate lips, and rolled the cookie crumbs into his mouth.

Tsk, the little agent smells pretty good.

Rong Zhaonan got up and walked to the bedside, then picked up Ning Yuan's pillow and began to grope every inch of it.s face darkened: "Shut up! I don't know what your grandmother gave you. Doesn't your mother know Are you still lying!"Ning Yuan said frankly, "That's because Grandma didn't let me tell you and Mom, sa...