"Look at what you're saying..."

Su Jingtian beamed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Isn't this protectiveness a bit excessive? Are you really going to take Lin Zhiqing under your wing and protect her?"

"What, you don't want to listen to me anymore?"

Peng Qibo remained expressionless, his tone unchanged, "If anything goes wrong with them, then don't even think about bringing that woman surnamed Yang back to Beijing."

"Damn, boss, you're really ruthless."

Feeling threatened, Su Jingtian couldn't help but swear.

Seeing the cold expression on the person's face, he couldn't help but shake his head. "I really don't know how Lin Zhiqing could have taken a liking to you. Apart from being a little good-looking, you're no different from a rock."

Peng Qibo made a sound through his nose, "Hmm?"

"Just kidding, I was just kidding."

Su Jingtian felt a chill creep up his spine.

Not wanting to be dragged out and scolded in the middle of the night, he had no choice but to obediently admit defeat. "Don't worry, boss. Lin Zhiqing is my sister-in-law. I promise to return her and Shiyu to you in perfect condition."

"Be more careful."

Peng Qibo's calm voice continued, "Tonight I will go to the village chief and finalize the substitute teaching position for Shiyu."

"Of course I should."

...

Half an hour later.

The sky is getting darker and darker.

Lin Jingyu and the others carefully descended the mountain.

Zhang Ailan was given several bowls of "chicken soup for the soul" by Yang Shujue, and now she has regained her spirits.

His eyes and brows revealed a strong determination, no longer showing a lost and dejected look.

This shows just how powerful inspirational quotes from the new century can be.

"Ailan, do you want me to take you home?"

Yang Shujue's tone became much warmer, and she joked with a smile, "I'm just afraid that if your mother sees me with you, she'll scold and beat you again."

"No need, I know the village better than you do."

Zhang Ailan smiled without minding, seemingly giving up her respect and love for her mother. "That's just how my mother is, you don't need to worry about her."

At this point, she turned to look at Lin Jingyu with an apologetic expression, "Lin Zhiqing, I should apologize to you on behalf of my mother. My mother is just like that, unreasonable and prone to bullying people, I..."

"You don't need to say anything, and you don't need to apologize."

Lin Jingyu smiled silently. "Your mother is your mother, and you are you. You can't replace her, and she can't replace you. She's the one who made a mistake, and she's the one who should apologize, not you."

Because in my opinion, it's pointless. She'll still bully people when she wants to. Do you expect others to forgive your mother's actions just because you apologize to her?

I don't know if other people are willing to forgive your mother, but I won't forgive her just because you apologized to me.

alright.

There's no point in saying all this. It's getting late; you should go home soon, and we should go home too.

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Ailan was stunned for a long time.

I didn't come to my senses until they were out of sight.

He couldn't help but think of Lin Jingyu's words, and his expression gradually darkened.

He turned around and slowly walked back to his home.

Lin Jingyu was busy again when she got home.

They didn't stop until after dinner.

"Lin Zhiqing, I'm going to the village chief's house."

Peng Qibo gazed at her with his clear eyes and asked softly, "What do you think I should bring? Can you give me some suggestions?"

"Isn't it up to you to decide what you want to bring?"

Under his gaze, Lin Jingyu felt extremely uncomfortable and casually replied, "You handle it yourself. I trust you can manage it."

"Really? Thank you."

Peng Qibo's gaze deepened as he stared at her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I think it's enough to bring them some souvenirs casually. As for the 'gifts' they can't refuse, they should have already received them."

"received?"

Lin Jingyu was surprised and astonished, "How did you manage to give the village chief such a 'gift' that he couldn't refuse?"

"His son works at the commune, did you know that?"

“I know that the village chief’s eldest son, Sister Guihua’s husband, Liu Hansheng, works in the town commune, I think he is in charge of managing the mountain forest.”

"It seems you have a comprehensive understanding of the situation."

Peng Qibo said something, but didn't take it to heart, and continued, "Liu Hansheng is considered a handyman in the commune. Managing the forests is a low-level job, so you could say that his life in the commune is practically like retirement."

He's only twenty-five years old this year, how could he be willing to start living a retirement life?

I specifically arranged for someone to transfer him to the grain depot; if he's smart enough, he'll definitely seize this opportunity.

"Grain depot? No way, you're sending such a big 'gift'?"

Lin Jingyu was truly astonished. "It seems the village chief is grinning from ear to ear. He'll definitely accept this generous gift, especially since the substitute teaching spot you want is something he can easily provide."

"The job he wants is something I could easily do for him."

Peng Qibo remained calm, as if he didn't care about the work of the grain depot. "I'm going to his house. I'll make sure he knows who sent him this big gift."

Upon hearing Versailles' words, Lin Jingyu couldn't help but pout, "Then go ahead and do it."

"I don't have any souvenirs."

"What?"

"I don't have any souvenirs, could you give me something to take with me?"

Lin Jingyu: ...

She stared blankly at the person who seemed to take it all for granted.

Isn't this man shameless?!

Not only does he freeload off me every day, but now I have to bring him souvenirs myself.

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