Qiu Rong turned around in the direction she pointed.
Suddenly, he saw a pair of cold, piercing eyes. His heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Before his mind could process it, his mouth had already reacted—
"President Li."
Li Jingchen remained expressionless as he was being verbally abused.
The villagers heard this and burst into laughter, their laughter full of mockery that made people uncomfortable. "Another general manager," one villager remarked.
"I was wondering why they called her President Song. She's so young to be a president, and she's so beautiful. Who knows if her background is legitimate..."
"It's so easy for women to make money."
The onlookers chuckled and covered their mouths, their eyes filled with mockery, like sharp swords, wishing they could stab a bloody hole in Song Nuan.
Qiu Rong was so angry that her mouth twisted in anger.
But he knew very well that arguing with this group of people was pointless and would only backfire.
He turned to look at Song Nuan.
"Auntie, you can sue me for defamation, you know that?" Song Nuan was very calm. Such rumors meant nothing to her, and she didn't care.
Ding's mother laughed heartily, unaware of the seriousness of Song Nuan's words.
Ding Zhuang turned to her and reminded her, "Being sued means going to jail. You should say less. Miss Song is definitely not that kind of person. Don't listen to what others say."
Li Jingchen stood beside Song Nuan, and anyone with eyes could see that he was protecting her. Everyone had originally come to watch the show, but seeing that Ding Zhuang was still stubborn, they couldn't help but try to persuade him.
"Ding Zhuang, they're already sleeping together, why are you taking her side, you silly boy?"
"That's right, would your mother possibly harm you?"
"Speaking of which, Ding Zhuang, didn't you bring her some steamed buns yesterday? After you left, I saw her throw away the whole bag of steamed buns without eating a single one."
Song Nuan frowned and looked at the woman who had spoken.
Perhaps it was because her gaze was too sharp that the woman felt guilty. One second she was arrogant, but now her aura vanished instantly, and she didn't even dare to look at Song Nuan again.
But some things have already been said.
With so many people present, everyone heard it clearly, including the Ding family mother and son.
Ding Zhuang's face was flushed, seemingly from the surge of anger. He stared at Song Nuan with disbelief in his eyes, "Did you really throw away all the steamed buns I gave you?"
"I threw it."
Li Jingchen said calmly, "Do you think a few lousy buns can make a woman devoted to you?"
Ding Zhuang was furious. "How dare you throw away the things I gave her!"
"Because I'm her man."
He calmly and serenely pronounced the death sentence on Ding Zhuang's one-sided love.
Ding Zhuang stared blankly at him, his eyes shifting between anger and hatred, and finally turning into a trace of sorrow. He looked helplessly at Song Nuan, hoping to hear a denial from her.
"What a fickle woman!"
Ding's mother was furious. She treated the few buns she had made as if they had been fed to a dog. Ignoring Ding Zhuang's resistance, she dragged him home by force to avoid making a fool of herself.
As soon as they left, the crowd of onlookers dispersed.
But his gaze still lingered on Song Nuan, following her like a shadow, making her very uncomfortable.
This has been going on for several days in a row.
At first, Song Nuan tried to comfort herself and not care. She was not born from this land, and she would return to Liangcheng after finishing her work. How the villagers viewed her was none of her business.
But as soon as she went out, the villagers she encountered would secretly point and whisper about her, which made Song Nuan feel uncomfortable.
As the event was coming to an end, Song Nuan said to Li Jingchen, "Let's go back to Liangcheng tomorrow."
He casually replied with an "okay," and then said, "I'll have someone pick us up tomorrow afternoon."
I want to go back tomorrow morning.
"I'll take you to meet someone tomorrow morning."
"Who is it?" she asked, resting her chin on her hand with curiosity. She only knew a few people in Yunxian County, and Li Jingchen knew even fewer. He always had a cold face and rarely left his house.
He smiled faintly, "You'll find out tomorrow."
...
The next morning, Song Nuan followed Li Jingchen up the mountain.
They weren't taking the well-maintained mountain path that the villagers usually used, but rather a mountain path that had hardly been developed.
Song Nuan had no idea how he found this way.
Where are you taking me?
The mountain path was rugged, and she was panting heavily as she climbed. She didn't want to go any further, so she squatted down, hugged her knees, and said aggrievedly, "Who do I have to walk on such a remote path to see? My foot has only been healed for a few days."
Li Jingchen was already on the small hill, standing on it, and stretched out his hand to her, "You'll be there soon."
You better not lie to me.
She took a deep breath, tightened the backpack strap, gripped his hand, and with a powerful push of her feet, jumped up the slope.
A wooden house came into view.
She parted her lips slightly, turned her head, and looked at Li Jingchen with surprise and confusion.
He explained, "The drone captured images of human activity here. I had someone investigate, and the villagers almost never come here. Since there are people active here, it might be Du Kangtao."
As soon as he finished speaking, several sounds came from inside the wooden house.
The wooden door creaked open slowly, and a man with sickly pale skin appeared.
Aside from his fair, almost glowing skin, the first thing that caught Song Nuan's eye was his thin, bony frame, followed by his long, dark yellow, and dry hair.
The man didn't speak. He let out a whimper, seemingly unable to make a sound, and then just stared straight at the two of them. His gaze was far from friendly; it was one of wariness and suspicion towards intruders.
"Is he Du Kangtao?" Song Nuan asked nervously.
Li Jingchen's expression was serious.
Before arriving, he wasn't entirely sure this person was Du Kangtao, but the moment he showed his face, Li Jingchen was certain.
He had seen photos of Du Fanyu. Although the 'wild man' in front of him was unkempt and his face was covered in dirt, it was not difficult to discern his original facial features.
She bears some resemblance to Du Fanyu.
"I'm not sure," he said. "Let's take the person back and check on them first."
How should I bring it?
Just as Song Nuan was wondering what was going on, suddenly, several figures darted out of the woods and approached the wooden house, carrying weapons in their hands.
"Li Jingchen, don't hurt him!" she said anxiously, clutching his sleeve.
"I won't hurt him."
...
The beautiful outsider woman from Yunxian County has finally left.
Song Nuan was a prominent figure in Yunxian County. Even if she never went out, people would still wander around her residence, hoping to find out the latest news about her. If they couldn't find out, they would make up some stories to gossip about.
So the news spread quickly after she left Yunxian.
"Is she really gone?"
Ding Zhuang stared blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought, not knowing who he was talking to.
Seeing his pathetic state, Ding's mother was furious. She pinched his ear hard, but when she found that he didn't react, she had no choice but to let go in anger. She couldn't really twist her son's ear off.
"What, you still want to go to the big city with her?"
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