This person's observation skills are truly astonishing. Song Yueying lowered her eyes and looked at the bowl of noodle soup on the table.

Since she had nothing to say in rebuttal, she could only remain silent. Holding the bowl with both hands, she took a sip of the noodle soup. This was the taste; Song Yueying squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

He picked up the chopsticks next to the bowl and began to eat slowly and deliberately.

Qi Yanjue looked at her and knew she didn't want to talk to him anymore. He picked up his bowl, filled himself a bowl of noodle soup, and sat down opposite her to eat.

Seeing him sit down and eat noodle soup, Song Yueying asked, "You didn't have breakfast either?"

"Hmm." Qi Yanjue responded softly, eating his noodle soup.

He didn't eat breakfast, but did Mom eat breakfast? The thought had just crossed Song Yueying's mind when she heard Qi Yanjue say, "Mom ate breakfast before she left."

He actually guessed what she was thinking. Song Yueying stopped eating and looked at Qi Yanjue. He ate quickly but not rudely; she didn't know how he did it.

When she stared at him, Qi Yanjue stopped what he was doing and looked at her with amusement. "Don't be so surprised. Your thoughts are written all over your face."

"Impossible." She's not that foolish; she wears her thoughts on her sleeve.

Qi Yanjue didn't argue with her, but just looked at her calmly.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?" Song Yueying felt uneasy under his gaze. Her intuition told her that Qi Yanjue's stare was definitely not a good sign.

"You..." Qi Yanjue hesitated for a moment, as if he was having some difficulty speaking.

Song Yueying misunderstood her meaning, thinking that there was something on her face. She reached up and touched her face, and was only relieved to find that there was nothing on her hand.

"What's wrong with me?" Song Yueying asked.

Qi Yanjue thought for a moment before asking, "Do you remember what you did to me last night?"

A buzzing sound filled her mind, and Song Yueying stared wide-eyed at Qi Yanjue. Her intuition was right; the way Qi Yanjue was looking at her meant nothing good.

What did she do to him? She doesn't remember! She really doesn't remember!

Seeing Qi Yanjue's expectant expression, Song Yueying gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and said, "I didn't do anything to you last night, did I?"

"You did it." Qi Yanjue's tone was very certain.

Song Yueying blinked, racking her brain again. Unfortunately, she still couldn't remember what she had done to Qi Yanjue.

If you can't remember, then you definitely didn't do it.

"You really did it." Qi Yanjue said without the slightest hesitation this time, "You touched me last night, and..."

"Impossible." Song Yueying subconsciously interrupted Qi Yanjue, then she embarrassed herself. "I...I...well, it's impossible for me to touch you."

"Yes, I would never touch you. You must be talking nonsense."

"I sleep very quietly, I would never touch you."

Perhaps because she felt guilty, Song Yueying said three times that she would never touch you.

Seeing her desperately trying to distance herself from him, Qi Yanjue felt a tightness in his chest. He and she were a legally married couple, and they had promised to spend their lives together.

He said she touched him, and he wasn't teasing her; she did put her arm on him again after she fell asleep last night.

She wanted to distance herself from him without even considering his opinion. Qi Yanjue remained expressionless, asking pointedly, "Are you really sure you're a good sleeper?"

Before she could finish the word "of course," Song Yueying remembered that one night she had told herself that she was a restless sleeper.

Her face suddenly flushed red, and Song Yueying began to believe that she might have actually touched him last night. Her face turned even redder, and she stammered, "Where...where did I...touch you?"

"You touched me everywhere, my chest, my abs..." Qi Yanjue gave her a knowing look and continued, "I grabbed your mischievous hand."

"You said you would take responsibility for me, and then..."

Since she said he was talking nonsense, he'll talk nonsense to show her.

"And then what?" Song Yueying asked nervously, her gaze sweeping over his chest before quickly looking away. He had said it that night too, that she had placed her arm on his chest.

Song Yueying was puzzled as to why she was so fascinated by his chest.

“Then I let you touch me,” Qi Yanjue replied.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!” Song Yueying shook her head firmly. “That night I put my arm on your chest, and you said you would put it back.”

"Later, to prevent me from putting my arm on your chest again, you pressed me down."

Although she really wanted to touch his chest and abs—as the old saying goes, "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night"—Song Yueying had absolutely no recollection of him. What if he was lying to her?

Yes, he might be lying to her.

“Yes, that’s what happened that night.” Qi Yanjue nodded in acknowledgment, then his eyes darkened. “But last night was different. You said you would take responsibility for me.”

"Are you denying it now because you don't want to take responsibility for me?"

"No." Song Yueying couldn't stand him, a man, constantly talking about taking responsibility. Blushing, she explained, "I didn't mean I didn't want to take responsibility for you, I just meant..."

"As long as you take responsibility for me," Qi Yanjue interrupted Song Yueying. If that was all he wanted to say, no further explanation would be needed. He said, "Let's eat noodles, or they'll get cold."

Realizing that her actions were no different from those of a hooligan, Song Yueying suddenly felt that even the noodle soup didn't taste good anymore.

She tried to justify herself, "I...I probably had a nightmare last night, and because of the nightmare, I was restless. Because I was restless, I dreamt about you..."

"No, it was a loss of composure."

"But I had a nightmare last night because of you. You suddenly came back and appeared in the main room, which scared me."

Yes, she had nightmares and touched him because she was frightened by him.

Therefore, all the blame lies with Qi Yanjue; she did nothing wrong. Decades later, netizens say, "Don't reflect on yourself too much, blame others too much."

"So it was me who scared you when I came back last night." Qi Yanjue knew when to stop. "Fine, blame me then. I'll definitely take responsibility for you."

It's about taking responsibility again; this is an unavoidable topic. Song Yueying was speechless.

On the other side, inside the former educated youth compound.

The incident stemmed from the torrential rain last night, during which the male educated youth rushed to harvest the rice and store it in the granary. The rain was too heavy, and unable to return to the educated youth quarters, they worked until morning.

The brigade leader, understanding everyone's hard work, gave the male educated youth a day off.

Several male educated youths were extremely sleepy and dragged their tired bodies back to the educated youth settlement.

"Whose turn is it to make breakfast today?" a male educated youth asked.

"I don't know. I'm so tired and sleepy right now. I just want to get some sleep. I'm not eating breakfast, so don't expect me to make it."

"I'm not eating breakfast either."

"I just want to sleep, don't mention breakfast to me."

They didn't want to eat breakfast; they just wanted to go back to their rooms and get a good night's sleep.

Upon entering the room, they saw clothes scattered on the floor, both men's and women's clothing. This terrified the male educated youth; their drowsiness vanished, and they became wide awake.

"What's going on?" a male educated youth asked.

"What else could it be? Look at the clothes lying on the floor. Someone must have been having fun while we were out."

"Isn't this considered indecent behavior?"

"It's a matter of mutual consent, why act like a hooligan?"

Several people stood by the large communal sleeping platform, chatting amongst themselves. Their fatigue had long been dispelled by the excitement of watching a show, and they were full of energy, waiting to see the person in the bed wake up.

As expected, the two people sleeping soundly on the communal bed were awakened by the voices of the others.

"What's all the noise so early in the morning?" Qi Yanyun scolded, frowning, without opening his eyes.

The woman sleeping on his arm was awakened by the noise. She slowly opened her eyes and, seeing the men standing beside the communal sleeping area, let out a scream loud enough to shatter the roof.

"Ah! Who are you? What are you doing in my room? Get out, get out!" She hurriedly grabbed the sheet next to her and wrapped herself up completely.

Before Qi Yanyun could even open his eyes, he felt a soft, warm body in his arms.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the woman in his arms...

It was Song Rumeng who braved the rain last night to bring him dumplings.

Qi Yanyun was stunned. "Why haven't you left yet?"

Contrary to her expectations, Song Rumeng's mind was in turmoil. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Is it that I don't want to leave? You were the one who grabbed me..."

Realizing she had said something wrong, she quickly shut up.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The male educated youths overheard the conversation and sensed something else. Apparently, they had arranged to meet secretly at their place, but had gotten carried away and been caught red-handed.

The male educated youth standing at the front joked with a smile, "Comrade Song Rumeng, take a look at whose room this is first, and then tell me who should get out?"

She knew perfectly well whose house it was. However, in order to continue playing the victim, Song Rumeng pretended to look around.

"How...how could this happen? How could this happen?" she murmured to herself, looking utterly devastated, tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing her expression, the men's gazes towards Qi Yanyun turned hostile.

It turns out they were mistaken. The two sleeping together wasn't consensual; rather, Qi Yanyun had taken advantage of Song Rumeng.

Most people like to sympathize with the weak, and in the eyes of the male educated youth, Song Rumeng was a weakling.

At this moment, everyone was thinking that Qi Yanyun had bullied Song Rumeng.

No one thought about whether Qi Yanyun was sick, whether it was raining heavily last night, whether this was the educated youth settlement, not Song Rumeng's home, or why Song Rumeng was here.

Questions like, "If Song Rumeng hadn't come to the educated youth settlement, how could Qi Yanyun have bullied her?"

Song Rumeng is a victim; they shouldn't kick her when she's down. Qi Yanyun is the perpetrator and must be severely condemned.

"Xiao Qi, how could you do something so beastly?"

"You've only just arrived at our educated youth settlement, and you're already ruining the reputation of us educated youth like this? Is that appropriate?"

“Yes, Xiao Qi, we all work hard every day to earn a good reputation so we can go back to the city sooner. But you are like this now.”

“Xiao Qi, if you don’t care about your reputation, no one will care. But we can’t let you ruin our reputation. We’re still hoping to get back to the city as soon as possible.”

"That's right. It's fine if you ruin one person's reputation, but we won't allow it if you ruin all of ours."

"You've taken Comrade Song... cough cough cough, what do you suggest we do about it?"

Qi Yanyun was overwhelmed by the barrage of words from the crowd. He still couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

His memory ends when Song Rumeng brought him dumplings. He learned that Song Rumeng was Song Yueying's cousin, and he wanted to use Song Rumeng's identity to get closer to Song Yueying.

Who knows?

By the way, Song Yueying, if Song Yueying finds out about her and her cousin... Qi Yanyun's gaze was as cold as ice. He first looked at the male educated youths standing by the dormitory.

"Please excuse us for a moment," Qi Yanyun said politely. He was going to stay there for a while and didn't want to offend these people.

"Xiao Qi, are you kicking us all out because you don't want to take responsibility for Comrade Song?"

"You've already done all that with that person, and you still want to shirk responsibility? You're such a jerk."

"You don't have to be a human being, but you can't drag all of us down with you."

"I didn't say I wouldn't take responsibility. Please step outside for a moment." Qi Yanyun's already cold face grew even colder as he swept his gaze across the crowd. "After the double harvest is over..."

"I'd like to invite everyone to a state-run restaurant for dinner."

Upon hearing that they could eat at a state-run restaurant, everyone's attitude immediately changed. They stopped talking and turned to leave the room.

"Sigh, we're so spineless. He made us listen to him after just one meal," a male educated youth sighed.

“You don’t have to listen,” another educated youth chimed in.

"If you don't listen to me, then you won't be able to eat at the state-run restaurant, will you?"

"Tell me, what's the background of this new guy, Xiao Qi? What's his family situation? He's good-looking, and he always gets into trouble, but he's so popular!"

The male educated youths stood outside chatting idly; in truth, they had no right to handle the matter. One was a newly arrived educated youth in their unit, and the other was indeed a girl from the village.

For educated youth to sleep with village girls was a major issue of principle.

They couldn't handle the matter, so they sent someone to rush to the captain to seek justice.

Inside the house.

Qi Yanyun got off the ground, picked up her clothes, and quickly put them on.

Song Rumeng, wrapped in a bed sheet, looked at him. She wanted to get up and pick up her clothes like Qi Yanyun had done. But being a woman, she had a sense of shame and dared not do so.

After putting on his own clothes, Qi Yanyun picked up Song Rumeng's clothes and threw them to her, saying, "I hope you can give me an explanation for what happened between us last night."

Just as Song Rumeng was grabbing her clothes and preparing to put them on, she heard these words, her eyes widening as she stared at Qi Yanyun in disbelief.

"What did you say?" Song Rumeng asked in a trembling voice.

“You heard what I said, so there’s no point in asking any more questions.” Qi Yanyun’s sharp gaze was fixed on Song Rumeng. “I’m not one of those people outside.”

"Your tricks may fool them, but they won't fool me."

"What...what do you mean?" Song Rumeng clutched her clothes tightly, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked at Qi Yanyun, her voice choked with sobs, "How...how could you..."

She seemed unable to continue, burying her face in her clothes and sobbing softly.

She dared not cry too loudly, for fear that people outside would hear.