Three years! Just imagine how much manpower, resources, and money that would take! So, I've always been quite curious about which wealthy tycoon contributed this effort anonymously.

Jiang Wanning probably already knows who's behind this—it's the Fu family, right?

They don't claim credit because it's not an honor or a medal, but a scar and pain.

Every time someone mentions it, it's like stabbing the Fu family in the heart.

Jiang Wanning looked at Fu Chenyuan, who seemed to know what she was thinking and smiled, "I'm fine. You don't need to look at me like that."

The driver clicked his tongue in surprise. He had initially thought this man was as cold as ice, but he was quite gentle with his wife. This kind of man wasn't bad.

A man who can't even treat his own family gently, can you expect him to be a human being?

The village now has a road, and the villagers' lives are much better than before.

The driver, like a know-it-all, launched into another long-winded explanation: "People can be poor, but they can't be without conscience. This village has undergone a complete overhaul. Families involved in human trafficking back then have all been taken elsewhere. Now, many villagers are migrants from other places. There weren't many people left in the village to begin with. This massive change has practically wiped out the original inhabitants."

Now that the roads are open, everyone's lives have improved, and more people are coming to visit, so safety is guaranteed. Anyway, please still be careful. If you're just looking around and leaving, I can wait for you.

Fu Chenyuan nodded, feeling somewhat flattered as he acknowledged the driver for the first time.

Fu Chenyuan took out a few banknotes: "This is the deposit. We'll be back later."