The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 107 - 107 106 The Female Boss

107: Chapter 106 The Female Boss 107: Chapter 106 The Female Boss Du Yueling told Liu Hun about the issue, and he understood it immediately—it must have been something from that night that had left a lingering obstacle in Fen Ran’s heart.

So, he planned to find the right opportunity to clear things up with Fen Ran, hoping that by talking it through, everything would be sorted out.

With this matter on his mind, Liu Hun was walking towards the village when, just as he happened to pass by the stream where villagers washed their clothes, he heard a clamor of shouting.

He hurried over to look and saw Fen Ran wading through the stream, one moment sinking deeper, the next shallower, as she struggled with a piece of clothing.

Every now and then, she would accidentally plunge right into the water.

Liu Hun dashed over and pulled Fen Ran out of the water, asking, “Sister Shi, are you alright?”

“No… no problem,” Fen Ran replied, lifting her head to see Liu Hun and blushing with embarrassment, she bowed her head again like a frost-bitten yellow cauliflower.

In the past, Liu Hun wouldn’t have understood why Fen Ran was acting this way, but after Du Yueling had explained things, he naturally understood what was going on.

“Sister Shi, let’s head back to the bank and talk about it there, alright?” Liu Hun suggested to Fen Ran.

A pained expression suddenly crossed Fen Ran’s face as she said to Liu Hun, “I think I’ve twisted my ankle, I can’t walk.”

Liu Hun had thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be just a sprained ankle.

He had planned to use his Qi Force to heal Fen Ran, but, considering the mess of stones in the water, it didn’t seem practical.

So he bent down and said to Fen Ran, “Sister Shi, how about I carry you to the bank?

I can massage it for you, and it should feel better.”

Fen Ran felt it made no sense for both of them to remain standing in the water, so she nodded her head and leaned onto Liu Hun’s back.

Because Liu Hun had been in the sun all day and had just come back from town, he was somewhat sweaty.

As she lay on his back, a certain scent stirred something within her, making her heart flutter as if she was carrying a rabbit inside.

Liu Hun, carrying Fen Ran on his back, was also enjoying her scent.

He thought to himself that Fen Ran’s name suited her well; from the legs he was holding to the two things pressing against his back, everything was soft, like he was carrying a block of tofu.

With the motions of walking, her body gently rubbed against his back, making him feel as if he held sticky rice in his mouth, the softness reaching the depths of his heart.

Liu Hun carried Fen Ran to the bank and set her down on a large flat rock, looking down at her ankle which was indeed swollen.

As Liu Hun held Fen Ran’s foot, he noticed not only was her body soft, but her skin also smooth and tenderly pale, revealing the delicate veins beneath the skin of her legs.

Feeling Liu Hun’s gentle caresses, the ticklish numbness on her ankle spread to the bottom of her heart, and she began to relax and worry less.

Opening her small mouth, she said, “Hunzi, about that night at Lin Family’s place… sis was drunk.

You… don’t think less of me, do you?”

After asking this, Fen Ran lowered her head again, both embarrassed and shy, her face burning as if smeared with chili powder.

Worried about Liu Hun’s response but also longing to hear it, her emotions were like those of a bride on the first night under the bridal veil—occasionally sneaking glances.

“How could I?

Sister, don’t take it to heart, I was also drunk that night.

Actually, I barely remember anything,” Liu Hun casually replied, though he remembered everything from that night.

Seeing Fen Ran like this, he realized some things are better left smoothed over.

“Mmh!” Fen Ran felt relieved upon hearing Liu Hun didn’t think poorly of her, as if the stuffiness in her chest was suddenly blown away like a strong wind.

Now that Cai Yan is no longer causing trouble, and Fen Ran’s concerns were eased, but lately, Liu Hun has grown increasingly anxious, with the time to pick the ancient tea tree’s leaves fast approaching and no stable, reliable market in sight.

“Hunzi, here’s this month’s detailed accounts for the village, take a look and see if there are any issues,” Qin Yue said as she placed the village’s accounts in front of Liu Hun, while sparing a sidelong glance at Cai Yan sitting beside them.

She thought Cai Yan resembled a fox spirit cultivated in the deep forests, exuding seduction from every aspect.

“What’s the matter?

Is there an issue?” Qin Yue asked, noting Liu Hun’s furrowed brow and looking concerned that she might not be performing well in her role as village chief.

Although she knew that Liu Hun was still the one in charge of village affairs, she, being the figurehead, wanted to be useful in her role.

Liu Hun waved his hand at Qin Yue and said, “It’s nothing to do with you.

Everything else in our village sells just fine.

It’s just these tea leaves that are such a trouble.”

“Haven’t figured anything out these days?” Qin Yue directed her question to Du Yueling and Fen Ran in the room.

Ever since the village had started the open-market sales approach with peddlers entering the village, she and Bai Lian had been responsible for external affairs, with Fen Ran occasionally helping out.

As such, Du Yueling, spending the most time by Liu Hun’s side, had become the go-to person for brainstorming ideas.

With her lips pursed, Du Yueling shook her head, her sweet dimples disappearing as well—she really had tried many strategies, but given Wanbao Village’s numerous limitations and the rarity of the ancient tea, it was like carrying a stack of money into a primordial forest; despite having the funds, there was no solution!

Ying Nanhong!

Liu Hun suddenly thought of this well-connected woman in Taiping Town, the very same who had introduced them to the ancient tea tree.

Perhaps she had a solution.

Thus, Liu Hun went straight to the Ke Yun Lai restaurant in Taiping Town.

No sooner had he entered the restaurant than he felt the urge to urinate.

Not seeing Ying Nanhong anywhere, he made his way to the outhouse.

Liu Hun had just entered the outhouse and hadn’t even managed to pull down his pants when he heard voices from next door.

It sounded like two people were talking, so while he was peeing, he started listening attentively.

“Hissss…

Look at this, isn’t it?

This spot is the itchiest!

The most torturous spot…

don’t mess with that first, use your fingers to scratch sister’s itch.

Fingers are more dexterous, they can reach the comfortable spot…

Oh…

That feels good…

Sister is in heaven.”

Wasn’t that the voice of Ying Nanhong?

What on earth was she doing?

Who was she talking to?

A heap of questions suddenly arose in Liu Hun’s mind.

“Sister, I think it should be good enough now.

Let’s get straight to it, it’s better.

Look, it’s so red and moist from being scratched.

I’ll wipe off the moisture for you, let’s hurry up and do it.”

A woman’s voice!

That sounded like Axiang, the one who kept the accounts at the restaurant.

What were they doing?

Liu Hun became even more curious.

“Be gentle, use some technique…

Oh!

That’s comfortable…

Yes!

Just like that!

Go a little deeper, the inside is the itchiest…

This feels amazing!

Now we’ve got it right!”

“Sister!

I think you should find yourself a man!

Just look at you, you’re beautiful, capable, and you’ve got money.

Who wouldn’t be happy to marry you?

Let your man handle this in the future!”

“Just a little longer!

Sister is enjoying it…

Where can I find a man willing to do this right now?”

As Liu Hun listened, he suddenly felt something was off, as if he had fallen into a pot of porridge, his mind completely muddled.

Just when Liu Hun was utterly confused, Ying Nanhong’s voice came from next door, “That’s enough!

Too much ointment isn’t good either.

Look at my feet, why did I get athlete’s foot, and right between the toes too?

If the medicine doesn’t get deep in, it won’t reach.

It’s so itchy it’s driving me mad.

Axiang, thanks a lot for today.

I felt quite embarrassed having you apply medicine to my feet.”

“Sister, what are you saying?

You cut your hand with a knife, didn’t you?

The medicine can’t touch the wound, so it’s only right that I help you.

Besides, your feet don’t smell bad; they’re soft and tender like freshly steamed buns.

Makes me envious!” Axiang said with a smirk to Ying Nanhong.

“Look at you, talking about feet being tender.

They’re just feet,” Ying Nanhong replied somewhat embarrassed, yet inevitably pleased by Axiang’s compliments.

“Sister, don’t worry.

Men would line up to apply ointment to those feet of yours!” Axiang laughed and said to Ying Nanhong, secretly envying her for having everything.

“You’ve really got a sweet mouth!

We should head back now, who knows what might happen at the restaurant if we take too long!” Ying Nanhong said laughingly as she pulled Axiang back to the restaurant.

So, it was just applying medicine to feet.

Liu Hun shook his head, casting away the worries and fanciful thoughts that had crept into his head, and left the outhouse.

Back at the restaurant, Liu Hun saw Ying Nanhong looking radiant, like the peach blossoms in March.

Ying Nanhong warmly invited Liu Hun to sit down.

Liu Hun and Ying Nanhong knew each other well; there was no need for beating around the bush, so he got straight to the point with her.

“Tea…” Ying Nanhong murmured, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

She had twirled it twice when suddenly she broke into a grin, flashing a row of neat teeth like small white pebbles in a river, and said, “How about we hold a tea competition?”

“A tea competition?” Liu Hun didn’t quite understand what that was.

Ying Nanhong patiently explained to him, “The people of Taiping Town are just regular villagers, they don’t need this stuff.

Plus, the tea from Wanbao Village is top-quality; we can’t let it go to waste!

So, we need to gather folks who can afford it, then hold a contest.

If our Wanbao Village tea wins the competition, won’t that elevate its prestige?

And once we’ve established its status, we can sell it at a good price!”

Ying Nanhong’s words cleared Liu Hun’s confusion like a polished mirror, and he couldn’t help but admire her business acumen; her mind worked quickly indeed.

“But our Wanbao Village is so remote, will people be willing to come?” Liu Hun asked worriedly.

The village’s seclusion often squashed many of his ideas.

Ying Nanhong glanced seductively at Liu Hun, pursing her lips in a cherry-like pout!

From across the table, Liu Hun looked at Ying Nanhong and could almost hear the clinking of abacus beads in his ears!

“This tea competition is not a frivolous matter!

As long as our tea wins the tea competition and takes the title of Tea King, even if it’s grown on a cliffside, where climbing once might kill a person, there will still be queues to go!

So, don’t worry about it.

However…” Ying Nanhong continued, but then she suddenly changed her tone as if she was worried about something.