While picking out fish bones, Rong Zhaonan said casually, "After the autumn harvest celebration last night, some volunteers brought over wine and steamed buns, saying they were sharing the collective honor, and they watched me eat them."
Ning Yuan was taken aback.
Those wearing red armbands were responsible for checking the ideological reform and learning progress of these people who had been sent down to the countryside.
Therefore, Rong Zhaonan did not refuse...
"What if the things they send contain rat poison? Are you still going to eat them?" Ning Yuan had mixed feelings.
Rong Zhaonan's lips curled into a cold smile: "They wouldn't dare."
His dark gaze behind his glasses made Ning Yuan involuntarily tremble: "..."
Don't you dare? Yet some people still dare to send wine and steamed buns laced with drugs to induce estrus in cattle and horses…
She turned her eyes away and didn't ask any more questions, continuing to eat her grilled shrimp, grilled fish, and sweet potato porridge.
For some reason, she instinctively felt that Rong Zhaonan would never let go of anyone who dared to plot against him.
Forget it, let's not talk while eating fish, or we might get a bone stuck in our throat!
There are some things that an ordinary person like her shouldn't know.
...
After finishing her meal tonight, Ning Yuan felt about 80-90% full and put down her lunchbox with satisfaction.
Now there is a food shortage. In the past, when they were sent-down youth settlements, Tang Zhenzhen always ate more than she was entitled to, and the remaining female sent-down youths were lucky if they could eat until they were 70% full.
Rong Zhaonan watched her turn to leave, raising an eyebrow: "Wait, aren't you going to clean up the dishes and pots here?"
Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and smiled, "I'll cook, and you wash the dishes and pots. That's the division of labor in the revolution. Comrade Rong Zhaonan, I'll leave this to you."
With that, she waved her hand and turned to go back to the small hut next to the cowshed.
She did want to win over Boss Rong, but not to be his personal maid. She had never seen a successful person grateful to their household servant.
In her past life, she almost became her husband's second mother, taking meticulous care of him in every way, but what was the result?
What man would want to sleep with his own mother or a waitress?
The bride has become an old woman, so doesn't that mean the man is sexually indifferent to his wife? He might as well go out and seduce someone or have a mistress or something.
She needs to change her way of living this life, starting with the current fallen tycoon, Rong.
They are not a real couple, but they are currently in the same boat, and everyone is contributing their efforts to building their "little home" in the cowshed!
Rong Zhaonan watched as she slyly smiled and walked away, then chuckled derisively.
Ha, she's being a bit lazy as a little spy. Shouldn't she be showing concern, taking the opportunity to build a relationship, and extracting information?
Despite thinking this, Rong Zhaonan stood up and went to clean up the mess.
Ning Yuan then went to rummage through the yard for any usable scraps she had collected.
After washing the dishes, Rong Zhaonan came over to help, and the two of them worked together to dismantle and sort through the broken tables, chairs, and doors that had been brought in.
I reassembled a few usable items.
Ning Yuan was sweating profusely, looking with satisfaction at the few "new" pieces of furniture placed in the room.
"Okay, at least we have two tables in the room now, so we can separate eating, studying, and putting things away."
Not only was there an extra desk for storing things, but there were also two modified cabinets that could hold a lot of things, and the bed was also widened, enlarged, and reinforced.
Rong Zhaonan looked at his large "new bed" and gazed at her with a somewhat inscrutable look: "You insist on sleeping with me..."
Ning Yuan blushed instantly and quickly raised her voice: "Don't talk nonsense! Who insists on sleeping with you? It's just that there's no other way for now!"
She originally wanted to get another bed, but found that she didn't have enough door panels to use as bed boards, so she had to widen and enlarge the original bed.
She's lived a lifetime longer than him, how could she possibly be interested in a young man like him?
"I don't care about sleeping in your bed. In a few days, I'll find a way to get some planks to make a new bed!" Ning Yuan muttered irritably.
His original bed, made from a broken door panel, was so fragile it would fall apart at the slightest movement.
Does he know some kind of trick where Little Dragon Girl sleeps on a rope? He slept for so long, making her waste a lot of materials meant to reinforce the bed.
Rong Zhaonan watched coldly as she tidied the room. In no time, the room became much neater and more comfortable.
She was so tired she could barely stand, so she carried a bucket to take a bath.
In the rural areas of southeastern China, late autumn is not too cold, and there is no shortage of water resources.
After finishing her meal, Ning Yuan boiled water, took a shower in the outdoor toilet, and washed her hair.
There was no toilet in the cowshed, so Rong Zhaonan built himself a simple one.
He used it all by himself, keeping it cleaner than the communal toilets used by educated youth; it was like a makeshift washroom.
She let her hair down, sat by the window humming a song as she dried it. The candlelight in the main room was warm, illuminating everything around her.
With a creak, the room door opened.
A tall figure carrying a bucket of water, shirtless with a towel dangling from his shoulder, walked in.
The candlelight seemed to coat his well-defined, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, fair-skinned body with a layer of flowing gold.
The man had also washed his hair. Ning Yuan watched as water droplets slid down from the ends of his hair, then down his collarbone, chest, narrow waist, and abdominal muscles, and she couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Rong Zhaonan noticed her gaze, but this time, he didn't put on a long face like he did last night.
He merely glanced at her indifferently, casually brushing the wet bangs that covered his eyebrows and eyes back from his head as he had done yesterday, revealing his exquisitely sharp features.
Seeing that face in its entirety again, coupled with that slender figure when dressed but muscular when undressed, was a huge visual shock to Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan's face flushed instantly, and she panicked slightly: "You...why aren't you wearing any clothes..."
This person's clothes were clearly loose when he was dressed, making him look malnourished.
How come once he takes off his clothes, he looks like he's enjoying a good meal, his fleshy outline full of explosive power?
The man chuckled lightly: "Who takes a shower and gets dressed? You?"
Seeing him walk towards the bed with his sexy upper body bare, Ning Yuan instantly felt a little nervous.
She frowned slightly: "I mean, why didn't you put on any clothes after you finished washing?"
Rong Zhaonan casually sat down next to her.
"I've always been in the habit of sleeping shirtless at night."
His hair and temples were also damp, and he seemed to be enveloped in a captivating mist.
Ning Yuan shrank back a little because of his all-white outfit: "You're so inconsiderate! There are women in the room right now!"
Despite the wind and sun, he had to work in the fields, sweeping the cowshed, shoveling manure, and composting—he did all sorts of hard and tiring work.
How can this person be so fair-skinned, without any darker skin?
However, he seemed to have many old scars on his body... Ning Yuan blushed and dared not look closely.
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, as if mocking how absurd her words were: "You, a female comrade, are going to sleep in the same bed as a bad element like me, what influence do you still need to worry about?"
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes at him, then got up and walked towards the table: "We're not really husband and wife. You sleep inside, I'll sleep outside. You go to sleep first, I'm going to dry my hair!"
That person speaks so rudely, no wonder they got into trouble!
Rong Zhaonan casually dried his hair, watching her fleeing figure with a deep, unsettling gaze, lost in thought.
After Ning Yuan had completely dried her hair outside the door, she went back into the room and looked at the bed. Rong Zhaonan was already sleeping quietly with his back to her, covered with a thin blanket.
He wore an old, thin white vest, revealing his long, strong arms and back.
Ning Yuan finally relaxed completely, muttering as she packed up the books, "What? I don't actually sleep naked."
She rubbed her wrists, rinsed her mouth briefly, and then went to bed.
The bed was made much wider, and Ning Yuan lay down next to the edge of the bed, with her back to Rong Zhaonan.
She pulled her blanket up, but could still feel the warm, oppressive presence of a strange man beside her, and couldn't help but shrink back.
That's why she requested to sleep on the outside – so she could get out of bed at any time.
Although she truly believed in Rong Zhaonan's character and his cautious and calm nature, she was certain he would never touch her.
However, I still find it quite difficult to get used to.
My younger, more conservative self in my past life would never have done something so daring.
Countless thoughts flashed through Ning Yuan's mind in a daze.
After running around all day, with one thing after another, my nerves were on edge all day, and fatigue washed over me like a tidal wave.
She slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming even and gentle.
The quiet, slender figure behind him turned around. The man opened his eyes, his mind clear, showing no signs of sleepiness.
He glanced at the undulating curves of her figure beneath the blanket so close to his, and involuntarily narrowed his eyes.
It seems this little spy is quite patient, intending to take a long-term approach, slowly luring him in to extract information.
Rong Zhaonan lay flat on his back with his hands behind his head, looking at the faint stars peeking through the still-unrepaired roof.
The air was filled with the clean scent of the girl's hair and body, intertwined with the fresh aroma of soap.
He closed his eyes without any expression.
Why does the little spy always make things so fragrant? Sugar-coated bullets have no effect on him.
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