Ning Yuan was very puzzled. Hadn't he just taken a shower? Why was he going to take another shower?
It's almost the end of October and November, it shouldn't be so hot and humid anymore.
Ning Yuan stood there for a while, then got up and sat down, intending to tie her hair up before going to sleep.
Suddenly, she felt a slight pain in her waist, so she looked down and lifted her clothes to take a look.
Beneath the clothes, several long, reddish finger marks resembled some kind of special mark.
Ning Yuan froze for a moment, then blushed involuntarily.
She quickly covered her face and took a sip of water from the enamel cup next to her.
I really shouldn't have been playing around like that. Rong Zhaonan will have a wife in the future.
In her memory, gossip media later discovered that Rong Zhaonan's wife was also a well-connected socialite from a prominent family.
We still need to stay calm, and we shouldn't have worldly desires like marriage or dating.
She shouldn't let her imagination run wild just because the fallen big shot is strong and good-looking.
Men, once they get married, are all the same: making money, going to school, and striving for upward mobility are her main tasks in life.
Getting involved with men is not part of my plan! I can't let my romantic brain grow!
After giving herself a thorough mental pep talk, and then thinking back to her married life in her previous life, Ning Yuan's flushed face turned cold.
She sighed softly, got up, blew out the lamp, removed the candle, lay down, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
Rong Zhaonan stood outside the door, watching the flickering lights inside, which reflected the girl's slender figure, outlining her undulating chest and waist.
The night breeze in late October was a bit chilly, but it seemed unable to extinguish some of the fires.
He simply pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which Chen Chen had insisted on giving him when he left earlier that day. The guy had also secretly slipped a full two hundred yuan under the teacup before leaving.
I don't know if it was given by the old man or if the kid saved it up himself.
Rong Zhaonan lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and exhaled smoke, as if dispelling the sweet fragrance from the girl's body that he had just breathed in.
This finally calmed the burning desire in my heart.
At this moment, he understood somewhat why some people couldn't resist the "sugar-coated bullets".
Men are really...two heads. When the lower head gets dizzy, it easily makes the upper head dizzy too.
He scoffed, took two more deep drags on his cigarette, and then stomped it out on the ground.
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyes to look at the velvety black sky, his gaze slowly returning to its coldness, and turned to go to the bathroom.
It took several buckets of cold water poured over my head and toes to wash away the anger and frustration in my heart.
When he dried his hair and came out, he saw that the room lights were off.
He didn't blame Ning Yuan for turning off the lights early; instead, he felt inexplicably relieved, at least he didn't have to see her smiling face.
Upon entering the room, I saw her slender, undulating figure lying on the bed.
Rong Zhaonan's ears twitched, and he keenly heard her slightly unsteady breathing, knowing that Ning Yuan was not asleep yet.
Rong Zhaonan remained silent for a moment, took a sip of water, and with a light leap, he swept past her like a ghost and landed on the inside of the bed.
Apart from a slight wobbling of the bed frame, accompanied by a very soft creaking sound, there was almost no other movement.
Ning Yuan closed her eyes, but couldn't help feeling astonished.
So that's why there hadn't been any disturbance when he came and went before.
I felt the person behind me lie down; in the darkness, it felt as if all my senses were amplified.
Ning Yuan could even feel his warm breath, mixed with moisture, spreading little by little, soaking through her thin nightgown.
The image of him pinning her down, his usually indifferent eyes now smiling as he looked at her, flashed through her mind.
She couldn't help but bite her lower lip, closing her eyes even tighter.
Okay, time to sleep, time to sleep. Love is a sure way to damage your wallet...
...
The two, each lost in their own thoughts, didn't even know how they fell asleep.
When Ning Yuan woke up the next day, she felt a little haggard. Looking in the mirror, she saw two small dark circles under her eyes.
Well, it's alright, not too serious.
but……
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Ning Yuan picked up her enamel mug to rinse her mouth, but then noticed that Rong Zhaonan had already left with his farm tools.
She was a little puzzled as to why he got up so much earlier than her. Did he have something important to do this morning?
Rong Zhaonan paused, but didn't turn around: "Yes, Grandpa Tang isn't feeling well, so I'm covering for him at work."
Ning Yuan nodded: "Okay."
An inexplicable layer of polite distance had grown between the two.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at her, then turned and left.
Ning Yuan pretended not to see him, finished washing up in silence, and went to work with her farm tools.
I didn't see Tang Zhenzhen and Huang Xuehong in the fields today; they probably took leave.
Only Qin Xiaoxia was in the field. When she saw her looking over, she actually smiled at her.
The rest of the educated youth team looked at her as if they had seen the King of Hell, shrinking back and not daring to look at her.
Ning Yuan knew that her "outburst" yesterday had given her a "powerful" and "impressive" display.
Ning Yuan didn't bother with these fools who were being used as pawns by Tang Zhenzhen; as long as they didn't provoke her, that was fine.
She shouldered her hoe, turned around, and went to the area assigned by the villagers to get to work.
A day passed by in a flurry of activity.
After finishing work and recording the work points, I took advantage of the fact that there were few people around.
Manhua gave her two more handfuls of green vegetables and a small basket of eggs.
Ning Yuan was taken aback, then smiled and accepted the gift: "Sister Manhua, I came back late yesterday and caused a little trouble, so I brought some things but forgot to give them to you."
As she spoke, she took a small box from her inner pocket and handed it to her.
Manhua looked down and saw a round seashell. When she opened it, she found a white, semi-transparent paste inside.
She was taken aback: "It's clam oil! That's good stuff!"
This stuff can be used to moisturize the face and hands.
Manhua took it, smelled it, carefully wiped her hands clean, and rubbed it on the back of her hand: "It smells so good, I haven't used this in many years."
But the next moment, she pushed the clam oil to Ning Yuan: "I can't accept this. Besides, we're country folk, we don't use clam oil to wipe our faces and hands, we're not that delicate."
Ning Yuan pressed down on her hand: "Then shouldn't I return the eggs to you, Sister Manhua? These things aren't expensive, only fifty cents. It's just a matter of returning the favor."
She hadn't properly thanked Sister Manhua for helping her drive away Aunt Wang, who was causing trouble, last time.
Interpersonal relationships, simply put, are based on situations where people's moral standards are roughly the same.
If you're good to me, and I'm good to you, we become friends.
Manhua was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded: "Okay, then I'll take it."
Ning Yuan smiled and waved at her, "I'm leaving!"
Watching Ning Yuan leave, Manhua lowered her head and smelled the aroma of clam oil. This was from Shanghai, and it was different from other places.
She had mixed feelings.
She was also a city girl, a former educated youth from the "Old Three Classes" (referring to the three graduating classes of 1966-1967), with no hope of returning to the city, so she had no choice but to marry into the village.
Life in the countryside was tough, and even though she chose the village secretary's son, she still had to be very careful with every penny.
She hasn't used any face or hand creams for many years.
The aroma of clam oil and the sheen on her rough hands reminded her of her childhood days with her parents.
Manhua couldn't help but tear up; Ning Yuan was truly thoughtful.
She should help that girl as much as possible in the future, because she knows better than anyone the difficulties of a widow married in the countryside.
When Qin Xiaoxia entered to record her work points, she happened to see Manhua staring blankly at the clam oil.
She scoffed inwardly. Ning Yuan really was willing to spend money, using the five yuan she had swindled from Tang Zhenzhen to do a lot of favors.
"Does Qin Zhiqing need to keep work points?" When Manhua saw someone coming, she immediately put the clam oil into the drawer.
Qin Xiaoxia smiled broadly: "Yes, Sister Manhua."
It doesn't matter. No matter who Ning Yuan tries to bribe to deal with Tang Zhenzhen, it's all dogfighting, and she likes to watch.
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