Ning Yuan hurriedly ran over with her bag in hand, squeezing through the crowd: "Make way, make way!"
When she finally pushed through the crowd, she was stunned by what she saw: "..."
A military three-wheeled motorcycle with a trailer was parked in front of the hut; the rider was a militiaman from the county's armed forces department.
Standing beside the truck bed was a woman wearing a blue serge overcoat, lace-up calfskin shoes, and a Soviet-style gray boat hat.
The woman appeared to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, tall and slender, with shoulder-length short hair, and holding a pair of lambskin gloves in her hand.
She had narrow eyes, a high nose, and slightly high cheekbones. She wore light lipstick, giving her a sophisticated yet aloof appearance.
Although she can't be considered a great beauty, this outfit gives her a rather cool and aloof look.
"My God, they're so beautiful...the women in the city!"
"Mom, doesn't her outfit look a bit like a dog spy from a movie?"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. I heard that the department store in the county sells these kinds of clothes."
Such fashionable attire was something the villagers, who were only allowed to wear blue, green, gray, and khaki work clothes in the late 1970s, had never seen before.
Everyone couldn't help but stare at her in amazement.
Surrounded by onlookers, Qin Hongxing looked somewhat displeased. These country bumpkins really thought she was a monkey!
Even if she's a female spy, even if the run-down department store in the county still has her clothes!
Her clothes were either from Shanghai or imported from the Soviet Union; she couldn't be bothered to argue with these country bumpkins who reeked of cow dung.
She frowned, lightly stamped her foot, and looked at another militiaman in the yard: "What's wrong? Isn't he in the house?"
If the village roads weren't so narrow and dilapidated that cars couldn't get through, she wouldn't have come here on a trailer motorcycle belonging to the county's People's Armed Forces Department.
The wind was too cold; her clothes were nice, but not very warm.
The militiamen in the courtyard gave her a look that was hard to describe: "Uh... no, but the people inside won't open the door."
They knocked for a long time, and there was some noise inside, but no one opened the door for them.
Upon hearing this, Qin Hongxing frowned slightly: "Impossible, he knows it's me, he will definitely open the door."
She immediately walked into the courtyard and proudly knocked on the door of the cowshed: "Brother Nan, Brother Nan? It's me, Hongxing, Qin Hongxing, I'm here."
The door was closed.
Qin Hongxing was stunned. There were clearly sounds of cooking and footsteps coming from inside the door, but no one opened it for her.
Qin Hongxing gripped the sheepskin gloves tightly and knocked on the door again, unwilling to give up: "Brother Nan, I know you're in there. It's me, Hongxing. What's wrong? Open the door!"
No matter how hard she knocked, the door wouldn't open.
"What's the relationship between this woman and Dr. Rong? Is she a relative who came to pick someone up?"
"I don't think so. Would a relative not open the door? Look at her... Does Ning Zhiqing know that a woman has come to see her man?"
"Shh..."
The villagers watching couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
The villagers' murmurs made Qin Hongxing somewhat embarrassed, and his face turned pale. He was about to raise his hand to knock on the door forcefully when he called out, "Nan..."
"Stop talking about south and north, he won't open the door if you knock. I'll do it."
A crisp voice rang out, and Ning Yuan pushed through the crowd and stepped out.
The woman then adopted the same mannerisms as Aunt Xue knocking on Fu Wenpei's door—"I know you're in there. If you've got the guts to cheat on me, then open the door!"
Who knows what bizarre gossip the villagers will spout!
Qin Hongxing turned his head and saw a petite girl walking out.
The girl had two long, black braids and wore a gray, patched worker's outfit that went unnoticed.
Her eyes were bright and beautiful, like grapes that had been washed, and she had a small round face, a small nose, and a small mouth, making her look quite charming.
They are completely different styles from each other.
A hint of arrogance and displeasure flashed in Qin Hongxing's eyes: "Who are you, and what right do you have to interrupt?"
The country woman acted as if she knew Brother Nan very well; it was ridiculous.
The girl smiled gently, and before she could speak, some villagers nearby eagerly chimed in with their own answers, as if watching a spectacle.
"Hey, you don't know? This is Dr. Rong Zhaonan's partner. Oh, you city people call her your lover, right? Ning Zhiqing is Dr. Rong's lover."
Upon hearing this, Qin Hongxing's face froze, his gaze turning icy as he stared at Ning Yuan, his grip on his gloves tightening.
So this is Nan Ge's country bumpkin! She stole Nan Ge's country bumpkin—how could she be worthy of him!
Ning Yuan certainly saw the contempt in her eyes, smiled, but spoke rudely: "Who are you? What do you want with my lover?"
In fact, she knew at first glance that this was most likely Rong Zhaonan's former fiancée with whom he had been engaged.
She originally intended to be polite, but unfortunately, the other party wasn't going to be polite to her.
Qin Hongxing bit her lip slightly and said expressionlessly, "I'm here to pick up Brother Nan on behalf of his workplace and parents."
She wanted to let this country woman know that the background and people she represented were beyond the reach of country women!
Ning Yuan: "Oh."
Qin Hongxing was annoyed to see that she showed no surprise, only a casual "oh," without asking any further questions or showing any curiosity: "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yuan walked past him and knocked on the door: "Rong Zhaonan, I'm back, open the door."
Ning Yuan knocked twice, and the door opened instantly, revealing a tall figure standing in the doorway.
He raised an eyebrow: "So you finally decided to come back, after all this time!"
Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow: "What, every time I go out, you get bullied at home... Brother Nan?"
She even mimicked Qin Hongxing's way of addressing him, a meaningful way of addressing him.
Rong Zhaonan stared at her intently: "I told you this morning, why are you still coming back so late?"
Qin Hongxing stared blankly at the other person, unable to believe her eyes.
Why was there a resentful expression on Nan Ge's face? And it was directed at that country woman!
Seemingly sensing her gaze, Rong Zhaonan suddenly composed himself, looking at her coldly without saying a word.
Qin Hongxing couldn't help but stare at him. Even though he was wearing an old worker's cotton-padded jacket, it didn't affect his handsome appearance. In fact, it gave him a unique and charmingly unconventional air.
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