Zhou Nianzhi on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, but quickly resumed her loud voice: "No matter what, you hurt someone, that's unacceptable."

Le Yao pinched the bridge of her nose: "So what do you want?"

“You come here to apologize to my son and take care of him until he recovers.”

"What if he doesn't get better?"

"Then you should marry her and serve her for the rest of your life..." Zhou Nianzhi snorted coldly.

"You wish!" Le Yao couldn't help but laugh. "Let me tell you, your son is suspected of harassing me. If you dare to continue this nonsense, I will sue him. I have evidence to prove it."

"you……"

"I don't need your help. Nangong Lin deserves what he has today. If you dare to harass me again, I'll see if I can get him locked up for a few days." After saying that, Le Yao slammed down the phone and turned it off.

As for how angry Zhou Nianzhi was, that was not her concern.

However, after hanging up the phone, Le Yao still called Fu Yun Shen.

"Sister Lan, is something the matter so early?" Fu Yun Shen had obviously just finished exercising, and his breathing was still a little unsteady.

"What exactly is going on with Nangong Lin?"

“Him…” Fu Yun Shen’s tone suddenly became somewhat strange, “Not good.”

"What's wrong with it? Can I enter the palace to serve Empress Dowager Cixi?"

"Ahem." Fu Yunshen couldn't help but cough twice. "Then he's not high enough, or rather, you didn't use enough force."

"Oh." Le Yao was immediately disappointed.

"However, it's not so easy to fully recover; it will take at least a year. More importantly, during this time, even urinating will be a problem... In short, it's going to be a real ordeal."

"Then I'm relieved." Le Yao smiled. "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's what I should do."

Le Yao laughed and hung up the phone.

Unable to sleep, I washed up and went downstairs, only to find Nangong Jue wearing a pink Mickey Mouse apron, making breakfast.

"Come and eat." Nangong Jue didn't seem to mind at all, and greeted Le Yao with a smile, "I made porridge and fried some eggs."

"It looks pretty good." Le Yao sat down.

“I haven’t done much of this before, but I’ll learn in the future.” Nangong Jue scooped up some porridge and handed it to Le Yao. “I’ll learn whatever you want to eat.”

"No need." Le Yao hurriedly waved her hand. "Everyone has their own strengths. This isn't your strength, so leave it to me. You should do what you're good at."

Nangong Jue's eyes lit up, and then he nodded happily: "Okay, I'll listen to Alan."

"I'm going back to the village tomorrow, you..."

"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, and we will be husband and wife in the future, so naturally I will be wherever you are."

"But……"

"There are no buts. You know, you're my only family."

"Alright then." Le Yao sighed helplessly, knowing that even if she didn't let him go, he would find his way there on his own, so she might as well go together.

Just after we finished eating, Qian Meiqi sent me a voice message: "Sister Lan, quickly check Weibo, you're trending again."

Le Yao frowned, but still hurriedly opened Weibo and was immediately shocked. She had over a million followers and hundreds of private messages. A post looking for a food-loving dance girl was trending, accompanied by a video of Le Yao teaching middle-aged women to dance in the square.