Just as everyone rushed over to watch the excitement, Chen Ji also stopped.
Xu Ruantang had assumed he would leave immediately, but seeing his action, she asked with some confusion, "Aren't we leaving?"
After all, Chen Ji was still holding her, and the position was extremely strange. Xu Ruantang didn't know where to put her hands.
Chen Ji lowered his eyes, not answering her question, but instead asked in return, "You don't want to see?"
Xu Ruantang: "......."
So that's how gossipy she was in Chen Ji's eyes! But she was indeed quite curious about why this family was arguing.
"I want to," Xu Ruantang said weakly.
Chen Ji's gaze followed her pert nose down to Xu Ruantang's rosy lips. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and his voice became slightly hoarse: "I was just... saving you, not..."
Xu Ruantang interrupted him: "I know, I didn't misunderstand you as being a hooligan."
She wanted to watch the excitement, but the constant talking in her ears was quite annoying, so she gave a perfunctory reply.
Moreover, as someone from decades in the future, she naturally knew that Chen Ji was trying to perform artificial respiration and had no misunderstanding whatsoever.
Upon hearing this, Chen Ji's eyes darkened, and his face also turned somber.
Perhaps it was because his aura was too strong, but Xu Ruantang withdrew her gaze from afar and landed on Chen Ji's dark face, so frightened that she swallowed hard.
Could it be...?
She's too heavy; Chen Ji can't carry her anymore?
"Am I very heavy? Why don't you put me down? I'm really fine, I can walk by myself."
Xu Ruantang patted Chen Ji on the shoulder and muttered softly.
Chen Ji's tone was icy, but he tightened his grip on her arm. "Hold on tight."
"oh."
It's inexplicable.
Xu Ruantang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where's Xiaobao?!"
Could Chen Ji have left Xiao Bao at home?
How can this man be so carefree?
“There.” Chen Ji raised his chin.
Xu Ruantang looked over.
Yoho!
Little Bao was being held by one of the younger women in the village. He nestled obediently in her arms, his little hands tugging at her clothes, watching the excitement with the adults.
The way he looked, so focused, didn't seem like a baby who was less than nine months old.
Xu Ruantang was engrossed in watching the excitement and, fearing that Chen Ji might get tired, simply put her arm around Chen Ji's neck.
As soon as they got on the ring, Yao Yulan yelled and pointed at them.
"That's the kind of life I was supposed to be living!"
Everyone looked in the direction Yao Yulan was pointing. Despite holding Xu Ruantang in his arms, Chen Ji still stood tall and straight.
That face was truly stunning at first glance.
As he exerted himself, the veins on Chen Ji's strong arms bulged, which made a group of women smile with "I see" in disbelief.
Yao Yulan trembled all over, hating these people to death; she wished she could kill them all.
The way she looked at Xu Ruantang seemed to be filled with daggers, as if she wanted to pierce through her.
Provoked, Xu Ruantang simply hugged Chen Ji tightly and rested her head on his chest.
She looked back at Yao Yulan with a smug look in her eyes, almost as if she was about to gesticulate with her chin towards Yao Yulan.
I'll make her furious!
"You slut!" Yao Yulan cried and cursed.
Before she could say anything more, she received a hard slap across the face.
Yao Yulan looked at Yao Guoqiang in shock, but before she could say a word, two more slaps landed on her face.
Yao Guoqiang was using both hands, his facial muscles twitching and his hands shaking violently.
Yao Yulan's face quickly swelled up, and she mumbled incoherently, "You...you hit me again? Yao Guoqiang, are you crazy? If you have the guts, kill me! Kill me then!"
Blood began to seep from the corner of her mouth as she frantically rammed towards Yao Guoqiang.
Amidst the commotion, Xu Ruantang patted Chen Ji's back, her voice muffled: "Going home?"
Now that we know the whole story, watching any further will just result in a brawl, which isn't very interesting.
"Hmm." Chen Ji finally moved his feet, walking very steadily.
On the way back, the men who had gone to a distant place arrived late. When they saw that Chen Ji was still holding Xu Ruantang in his arms, they looked away embarrassedly.
Chen Ji lowered his eyes, and his expression changed.
"Lean into my arms."
He came out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, and there wasn't a shirt for her to take off.
Xu Ruantang looked down, puzzled. It turned out that her shirt was soaked and clung to her body, revealing her curvaceous figure.
Chen Ji is...
She wasn't showing anything at all! Before she transmigrated into the book, she liked to wear crop tops!
That's true; people are more conservative these days, so it's normal that they can't accept it.
Xu Ruantang obediently leaned against Chen Ji's chest, and he carried her away quickly.
It wasn't even summer yet, but Chen Ji was sweating profusely as he walked back. Xu Ruantang thought he was exhausted, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, she struggled to get down from his arms.
Chen Ji was washing his face in the yard. Thinking of the feeling of her hand just now, he felt even hotter. He simply picked up the basin of water and poured it over his head.
When he finished washing up and returned to the house, Xu Ruantang was still sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) in a daze, her hair still wet.
Chen Ji took a towel from the washbasin stand and handed it to her. She looked like she hadn't come to her senses yet, and took it and held it in her hand.
"Do you want me to dry your hair?"
Chen Ji's words finally brought Xu Ruantang, who was immersed in her own world, back to her senses. She waved her hands repeatedly, "No need, no need."
As she absentmindedly dried her hair with a towel, Chen Ji sat down on the stool opposite her, stared at her, and asked, "Thinking about Aunt Wang?"
"Hmm." Xu Ruantang couldn't help but ask, "Chen Ji, do you think I shouldn't have hit Yao Yulan?"
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