Fortunately, although Yan Wuyou was greedy, he never had any physical contact with Sun Xiaoying. At most, he would say a few sweet words to make the girl happy.
Fortunately, he was handsome and refined, with a gentle and affectionate smile, an air of scholarly refinement, and a silver tongue, which made Sun Xiaoying completely infatuated and lose all reason.
So far, aside from taking some material advantage of the other party, Yan Wuyou hasn't done anything more outrageous, which is fortunate amidst misfortune. Cutting losses in time is the best course of action.
Sun Xiaoying had long admired Yan Wuyou. From the first moment he saw her, he was drawn to her temperament and fair complexion, which were completely different from the farmers in the village who toiled in the fields. She was the perfect person in his eyes, so he was willing to use his own belongings to help her.
Wuyou's casual remark about breaking up was something he absolutely couldn't accept. In Sun Xiaoying's mind, her marriage was forced and not something that happened willingly.
He had absolutely no feelings for Zhou Jiajun and looked down on him completely. In terms of looks, talent, and emotional intelligence, Yan Wuyou was far superior to him. Sooner or later, he and Zhou Jiajun were doomed to fail, and in the meantime, he had to guard against other women who might steal his lover away.
So, less than three days after getting married, Sun Xiaoying couldn't wait to come here to find Huyou, just to make things clear with him and give him some gifts so that he would remember her kindness.
I never expected that someone would come to deliver a basket of eggs, and luckily I didn't remember it, but then they disappeared.
“Brother Yan, do you look down on me because I’ve been married before? Although I’m married to Zhou Jiajun, he’s never even touched me. I love you. I will definitely divorce him and give you more things. Please don’t leave me.”
Sun Xiaoying's eyes were brimming with tears; at least for this moment, he truly couldn't bear to part with Yin Wuyou. He believed that with Yin Wuyou's talent, she would definitely amount to something in the future, a hundred times better than Zhou Jiajun. He wouldn't do something like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon.
Thinking of the dull, lifeless man at home who only focused on his work, Sun Xiaoying felt even more disgusted.
When she got excited, Sun Xiaoying tried to grab Wuyou's arm, but he quickly dodged her. Wuyou glanced around subtly; it was getting dark, and the surroundings were pitch black, making them almost invisible unless you looked closely.
"Comrade Sun, I was wrong before. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you materially. I will repay you double in the future. But it's impossible for us to be together, even if you don't get married."
Wuyou gritted her teeth, knowing she had to be firm in her words, otherwise the other party might not give up and would continue to pester her, which would never end.
"You...you're going to cut ties with me completely?" Sun Xiaoying's eyes were red-rimmed, and blood vessels had appeared in the whites of her eyes. She glared angrily at Wuyou with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her fists hanging at her sides clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
"I'm sorry." Wuyou couldn't refute it. This was indeed Yan Wuyou's idea. He had inherited the other's body and memories, so naturally he had to take on the responsibility for him.
Fortunately, no major mistake has been made yet, and there is still time to remedy the situation. Of course, if Sun Xiaoying makes another move after her rebirth, he will not sit idly by and wait for his doom.
"Slap—" After enduring it for a while, Sun Xiaoying slapped him across the face, then ran away crying.
Heaven knows how much effort Wuyou had to exert to control herself from fighting back or dodging. It's okay, she kept reassuring herself that she would be fine after she finished fighting back.
"Hiss..." With a light touch of her fingers on her cheek, Wuyou couldn't help but let out a small cry of pain. Her cheek seemed to swell up a bit, showing just how much force the other person had used.
By the time they returned to the educated youth compound, it was already dark. Wuyou had a simple dinner and sat down to chat with the other educated youth, which was a regular activity for them. Yan Wuyou gradually became the unsung leader of the educated youth. After all, having spent many years in the palace, Wuyou was quite adept at handling interpersonal relationships.
In such an era, there were absolutely no entertainment activities. Soon everyone went back to sleep, knowing there was still a lot of work to do the next day. Thinking about this, the faces of these educated youth turned ashen, and their expressions became gloomy.
They were all from the city, and at worst they could only do some housework or odd jobs. The heavy farm work was a burden for them, making it hard for them to breathe.
They also wished they could have an easier life like Yan Wuyou, but they didn't have family support, or their families weren't wealthy enough to provide much, so they mostly had to rely on themselves.
The educated youth compound was shrouded in quiet darkness, with the bright moonlight shining through the windows into the room, bringing a touch of afterglow and calming the heart.
The sounds of snoring rose and fell, and Wuyou couldn't help but frown, quietly standing up. She carefully opened the box behind her, took out a tightly wrapped piece of red cloth, and inside was a pile of loose change, grain coupons, and cloth coupons.
Under the moonlight, Wuyou tidied up her things and found that Yan Wuyou was actually quite well-off. She had twenty-three coins in total, and her grain and cloth coupons could last her for two years.
If he were hardworking and capable, he could have lived a comfortable life in the Guangming Brigade. Unfortunately, he couldn't endure hardship and was lazy and gluttonous, so he thought of taking advantage of the girl's material possessions.
He had carefully calculated that the two had been secretly seeing each other for three or four months, and the food they had taken during that time was worth three yuan.
He took six yuan from it, and then pulled out two grain coupons and two cloth coupons, which Wuyou carefully put away, planning to return them the next day.
The next morning, the weather was clear and sunny, birds sang and chirped incessantly in the sky, and the villagers gradually got up to prepare for the day's work.
Wearing a plain white vest, with dark skin and muscular build, Zhou Jiajun, dressed like a typical rural man, carried a bowl of thin porridge into the room. He carefully helped his mother, who was lying in bed, to sit up and fed her. His mother had been bedridden for nearly ten years, but her clothes were clean and her hair was meticulously groomed, a testament to Zhou Jiajun's filial piety.
"Son, I've eaten enough. Go and see your wife! You two should live a good life together, pay off the family's debts, and then I can hold my grandson."
Zhou's mother took a few sips, shook her head, patted her son's shoulder, and carefully gave him some advice. The family was already poor, and they had emptied their savings and accumulated a mountain of debt to get him married; she didn't want to become a burden on the family.
"Mother, you just need to rest and recover. You don't need to worry about anything else." Zhou Jiajun smiled, but his heart was bitter. Since they got married, he hadn't even touched his wife's hand!
"Is Brother Zhou home?" A clear male voice came from outside the door, and Zhou Jiajun quickly stood up to open the door.
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