Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 95 Meeting the Village Head Father and Son_1

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Meeting the Village Head Father and Son_1

For the next stretch of time, Nan Feng still didn’t see Brother Ye.

She thought to herself, could Brother Ye be angry with her?

But, he had no reason to be angry, right?

Reconsidering, no, he did have a reason to be angry.

She was the one who first said that whoever saved her, she would marry, but then changed her tune, saying Brother Ye wasn’t her type. Wasn’t that essentially...leaving Brother Ye out entirely?

Brother Ye might have misunderstood her, thinking that if someone else saved her, she would marry him.

She planned on explaining to Brother Ye one day, but she felt that this might just make things more complicated, so she decided to let it rest for now.

Moreover, Brother Ye isn’t someone who gets easily upset, he might really just have been busy.

One day, after selling her hunt from the previous day at the town, she waited for the mule cart at the crossroads on her way back to Daping village with her earnings in silver.

Since she hadn’t gone out to buy any large items today, she didn’t hire a mule cart specifically but thought of hitching a ride on one that was going her way.

The early winter wind blew crisp and chilling, and the day was quickly turning into night. She stood in the wind, and her thoughts unconsciously turned to Brother Ye.

These recent days, she was hunting in the mountains all by herself, and dining alone in Fulmanlou.

What on earth was Brother Ye busy with lately?

She missed him terribly, an uncontrollable, unabated longing.

Lost in thought, she was suddenly jolted out of her reverie by someone shouting her name, "Feng lass, Feng lass?"

Startled, she followed the sound and saw the village headman and Mo Wenxuan, father and son, sitting on a mule cart, probably returning from town as well.

"Feng lass, what are you waiting for?" asked the headman.

Nan Feng replied, "Waiting for a passing mule cart, intending to head back to the village."

The headman immediately made some space and said, "Come, come, sit in our cart, Uncle Mo will give you a ride back."

"Is that alright?" Glancing at Mo Wenxuan sitting next to her, he seemed particularly cold.

"What’s not alright about it?" the headman replied, "It’s getting dark, what if you can’t find a mule cart? Are you intending to walk back in the dark? These times are troubling, there are mountain bandits everywhere, dare you take that risk?"

Off to one side, Mo Wenxuan seemed to be growing impatient and curtly said to Nan Feng, "If you’re getting on, get on quickly, don’t delay our trip."

"..."

A mule cart has a driver at the front and a flatbed at the back where one can load goods or passengers. With three people, the cart seemed a bit crowded. Mo Wenxuan wasn’t a fan of Nan Feng and sat there grimacing silently.

But the headman was quite friendly, "Feng lass, everyone in the village is singing your praises. They are saying that the reservoir you helped set up is incredibly useful, and the fertilizer you made...everyone can now eat fresh vegetables, no need to forage from the mountains anymore, all credit goes to you."

Nan Feng humbly responded, "Oh, not at all, I was just lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead rat. I stumbled upon these ideas accidentally."

"Not at all, remember the mountain song competition that you participated in? You brought so much glory to Daping village, have you forgotten?" the headman brought up that incident again.

Nan Feng just laughed, she didn’t deny it this time, any more humility and the headman would start complimenting her again.

And the headman’s tone was a bit odd, was he really complimenting her?

"Eh, Feng lass, what happened to your face? Is your acne healed?"

It was a bit dark earlier, and the headman hadn’t seen Nan Feng’s face clearly. Now that they were on the cart, he could see that her face looked different than before, the disgusting acne that used to nauseate him every time he saw her was thankfully gone.

Just as the headman was making this observation, Mo Wenxuan glanced over at Nan Feng.

It was true, the grotesque and repulsive acne was gone, her face was now just covered with small pimples.

In the past, every time he saw Nan Feng, Mo Wenxuan would first notice the acne on her face, but now he could shift his attention from the acne to her pair of big eyes.