Chapter 5

a word.Li Yan wanted to ask her why, although they had been together for days and had agreed to meet again as a couple, she now changed her mind.Yet, I felt like saying anything was pointless, especia..."What's wrong..." Ning Yuan shivered and instinctively looked at Rong Zhaonan.

Although he was tall and thin, and looked very refined, she felt a sense of oppression from him.

The man loosened his grip on her hand and lowered his head, letting his bangs fall over his glasses, hiding his eyes. "Let me pack your things," he said. "Your stuff is scattered around"

By the way, check what's in her luggage. Last night she hid something, who knows what it is.

As soon as she took her clothes off last night, he just had to leave.

Just now I hugged her, she doesn't have much muscle, she doesn't seem to have trained.

The man before him had once again returned to that cold and dull “honest” look.

Ning Yuan was startled. The chilling sensation, like a blade scraping against her skin, just now, was merely an illusion.

"Thank you, I appreciate it!" She could only lower her head embarrassedly and stare at her scattered luggage.

Her broken suitcase flew open when she was fighting with Wang Jianhua just now.

Some things also rolled into the ditch, so the two went together to pick them up.

Luckily, there wasn't much stuff. Ning Yuan picked around for a bit and found that it was enough.

But...

"Here." A long hand reached out, offering two white, old bras.

Ning Yuan's face instantly flushed red like a little red flower, Oh my god...

She frantically grabbed her bra and shoved it into the box without bothering to wipe off the grass.

But the next moment, that big hand casually handed her a pair of tiny panties: "Your pants also fell into the ditch."

Ning Yuan recalled a phrase from later generations: "Social death!"

She hurriedly grabbed it back, lowering her head to search around, wondering if there were any other shorts or underwear...

"There's nothing left." The man's voice was cold and emotionless, echoing overhead.

Ning Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief, put the blankets on her back, and quickly fastened the box: "I'm fine, let's go."

Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in front of him who was bowing her head, her ears were flushed white.

So easily shy, and dare to approach him Even a spy wouldn't be this incompetent.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, taking the box from her hand. "Give it to me."

With an empty hand, Ning Yuan walked forward carrying the box.

She hurried after him, "I'm so sorry to trouble you."

Looking at his back and ears, Ning Yuan couldn't help but mutter, "This man is so tall, at least 1.85 meters"

She's only 1.6 meters tall... It gives off a vibe of being a short person.

Two people entered the dilapidated little shack by the cow shed, one after the other.

This place was originally used to feed cattle straw. After Rong Zhaonan was demoted, it became his residence.

The walls were leaking, and he was patching them up with newspapers. Two broken door panels, scavenged from somewhere, propped up on a wooden frame served as his bed.

There are still two chests with their doors missing, holding his spare clothes and belongings. A small bag of coarse rice is placed inside one of the chests.

The large fish tank is placed in the corner.

Under a salvaged, crippled table were stones, two benches that were barely still usable, an oil lamp, an old basin, and a porcelain water tank.

Basically, at a glance, all his belongings are here.

Ning Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to the environment of the cowshed last night, but now that she looks at it, her brow furrows instantly —

This young man probably traveled from before the Liberation, right He's the poorest person in the whole village.

There is still a whiff of fermented cow dung outside.

He didn't seem like someone who had been reborn, but he didn't know what kind of drastic changes the future society would undergo.

How would a man with such a privileged upbringing cope with the environment he might have to live in for the rest of his life

"Well, still want to move in" Rong Zhaonan looked at her pale face and pressed his black glasses indifferently.

Here, the environment is far worse than in the countryside.

The educated youth point was a newly built small tiled house in the village. Although everyone was poor and didn't have much property, it was definitely much better than a cowshed or dilapidated hut.

Ning Yuan gritted her teeth: "Move, act the whole part, we're 'husband and wife'."

Things will get better eventually, she thought. She wouldn't go back to the village and live with people like Zhiqing Point, Tang Zhenzhen, and Wang Jianhua.

Rong Zhaonan watched as she put down her luggage, her determined expression telling him she was staying. He narrowed his eyes.

This little spy is pretty persistent.

Just now, he casually checked through her luggage without making a sound. He didn't see anything she had hidden last night.

Ningyuan put her box beside the cabinet and glanced at the roof that was leaking and visible to the sky. She almost sighed.

Southeastern rural areas are humid and rainy. It rains outside, and a light drizzle falls inside. How does this person live their life!

"We need to figure out a way to fix the roof," Ning Yuan muttered.

Rong Zhaonan glanced at the ceiling, and noncommittally hummed in response.

Ning Yuan turned and began to pack up her things.

The enamelware basin is in place, the towel hangs from a rope, and the clothes are put away.

When she held the bedding and looked at the bed, she froze—

Those two rickety wooden doors were put together to make a bed, and there was only one!

She looked around, but there was nowhere else to sleep in the pitch-black room.

Rong Zhao Nan watched her calmly, waiting to see what she would do.

Ning Yuan's pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, then under his gaze, she walked over and pushed his pillow and bedding in.

Then, she put her bedding on the doorboard outside.

"Well, are you going to sleep with me" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow.

Just now, he looked at me like I was a wolf.

Now the rabbit is getting bold, daring to sleep in the same bed with a wolf

She gave an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Dr. Rong. We'll just have to make do for now. I'll go check with the village team to see if there are any other options."

Rong Zhaonan looked at her: "Aren't you afraid that I will really do something"

The little agent is going to use a beauty ploy, sacrificing quite a lot.

Ning Yuan wouldn't know that she had been regarded as a mischievous 'little spy'.

She raised her eyes and smiled: "Dr. Rong, if you were like Wang Jianhua, you wouldn't have endured so hard last night."

She's not stupid. She lived for decades in her past life, so she definitely has some confidence when it comes to reading people.

Moreover, he came from a privileged background and later became a high-ranking leader, but his personal life has always been well-regarded.

Rong Zhaonan had a meal, tugged at the corner of his lips: "Heh... you trust people easily."

The girl in front of him looked at him seriously, her big black eyes full of trust.

This woman is quite the actress.

Are they familiar with each other She seems to know a lot about people. It looks like she's done her homework.

Is it because of his background or because he used to work in a special unit

Ning Yuan didn't know what he was thinking. She tidied up and told Rong Zhaonan, "Doctor Rong, you're busy first. I'll go find the village head to get a marriage certificate and introduction letter."

Rong Zhaonan could not help but reply, “Hmm.”

To say that divorce is such a trivial matter, it seems she's well-prepared.

Ning Yuan took her ID and put it into her military green old satchel, then turned and walked out the door.

As she reached the door, she remembered something and turned back. She pulled out two cookies and two large white rabbit candies and placed them in Rong Zhaonan's hand.

She smiled gratefully at him, her big eyes curving into crescent moons: "Doctor Rong, thank you for saving me again this morning!"

Rong Zhaonan looked at the cookies and white rabbit toffee in his hand, then at her big eyes.

This was a treat more precious than rice, something he had never lacked during his youth.

He hasn't even tasted a bit of brown sugar, let alone candy and cookies, since he's been down here for years undergoing renovations.

Even if everyone here were to grow sugarcane, it wouldn't be his turn to eat as a radical reformer.

Ning Yuan waved her hand and hurried away.

Rong Zhaonan was not polite and leisurely ate the cookie.

Then, he peeled the paper off a large white rabbit candy and put the pure white candy in his mouth.

The sweet milky flavor lingered on my tongue. Somehow, it reminded me of Ningyuan's scent.

He glanced at the small flower pillow on Ning Yuan's bed, licked his delicate lips, and rolled the cookie crumbs into his mouth.

Tsk, that little agent smells good.

Rong Zhaonan got up and walked to the bedside, then picked up Ning Yuan's pillow and started feeling every inch of it. Zhaonan and smiled, "I'll cook, you wash the dishes and pots. This is just a different division of labor in revolution, Rong Zhaonan agrees, here it is for you."Saying that, she waved her hand direct...