The villagers crowded at the village chief’s doorstep, chattering incessantly, buzzing like a poke at a hornet’s nest.
The midday sun undoubtedly added to the lively atmosphere at the scene. Some people directly said, "Wow, this is even more bustling than the New Year celebrations."
The heat rose swiftly, everyone was sweating, standing on tiptoes to look around.
From the luxury RV, akin to a royal carriage, a person finally stepped out.
To everyone’s surprise, it was a young girl, seemingly in her early twenties, with long princess-like hair and a flowing dress, her face pretty. The presence of such a vehicle as a backdrop made everyone say, "Which family’s princess is this?"
Gu Nuan looked on with the same questioning gaze as everyone else at the woman who got off the vehicle, of course, in her heart she might have been able to guess more than these villagers: It should be, the miss from the Yang Family, right?
And indeed it was Yang Zhilin herself. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱
After Yang Zhilin stepped out of the car into the bright sunshine, a bodyguard tried to open an umbrella for her. She glanced at the huge crowd surrounding them, their stares as relentless as locusts, frowned, and shook her head thinking it was only a few steps anyway. She quickly walked into the house to avoid these prying eyes.
After a few steps, she seemed to sense something and glanced over at the crowd.
Gu Nuan, standing in the throng of people, was completely obscured by those in front. She could only catch glimpses of the Yang Family miss through the gaps, walking with her chin and forehead perpetually raised, as if deeming Gu Nuan beneath her notice.
In the Yang Family miss’s mind, she was probably thinking: Even if you married Xiao Yebai, became his legally recognized wife, but in the end, isn’t this marriage just a piece of paper, something near to breaking at the slightest touch. It’s meaningless and certainly not to be feared.
An idea flashed through Gu Nuan’s mind, and she realized this was a trap set by her father-in-law, all to ensnare her household’s big white dog, an effort truly devised with great cunning.
Everything now seemed to come together logically: why no company had ever been able to secure this project before, and why no one was able to touch this valuable piece of village land. It was precisely because of the significant backing of the Yang Family, leaving even the local government helpless.
Of course, she did not believe that Li Sitong was acting under the instructions of Xiao Jianming, conspiring to set her up. No, it was just that the project Li Sitong handed her was indeed meant to test her ability, as the whole company unanimously saw it as the most profitable venture.
"Miss?" The bodyguard saw Yang Zhilin standing still and asked, puzzled.
Yang Zhilin turned her head back and said, "It’s nothing."
Then, she continued walking forward.
At this moment, the village chief had personally come to the entrance to greet her, his face full of smiles, the zeal in his demeanor capturing the essence of a tail-wagging dog, as he followed behind Yang Zhilin, saying, "Miss, was your journey here by car tiring?"
"The flight to the airport, then driving here took an extra hour because of a detour," Yang Zhilin complained a bit, finding it inconvenient even for someone wealthy like her.
"Yes, yes," the village chief said as he ushered her into the house, but first said, "Actually, we’ve been wanting to fix that road for a long time, but the village couldn’t make a decision. We were all waiting on the miss’s father’s wishes."
"What, is my father preventing these people from fixing the road?"
"No—" The village chief quickly raised his hands as if surrendering.
Yang Zhilin walked into the living room. In fact, she noticed when she first came in that, although the village chief’s house was only a three-story building as well, it was beautifully constructed with a spacious courtyard, almost like a villa.