The rural morning, with chickens crowing and dogs barking, made it impossible for light sleepers to sleep in.
Qin Yanyang had woken up early. Her face was very red, she wished she could kick Yang Fei out of the bed with one foot.
Last time they had slept in the tent, Yang Fei had been very well-behaved, but for some reason, last night he had held her hand as they went to sleep, and soon became restless.
He had crossed a line when he turned over and embraced her.
At first, Qin Yanyang suspected that Yang Fei was doing it on purpose, pretending to be asleep while deliberately holding her, but then she realized that Yang Fei was deeply asleep.
With her perception, she was sure that Yang Fei was truly asleep and actually sleeping very peacefully.
So she didn’t push him away, only blushing and somewhat nervously let him keep one arm around her.
Fortunately, aside from holding her, Yang Fei made no other moves.
Even so, Qin Yanyang was so nervous that she barely got a good night’s sleep.
Especially as dawn approached, she could distinctly feel the changes in the man.
It made her face so red she felt it might drip water, and she was nervously embarrassed to death.
Ever since her Cultivation had advanced greatly, Qin Yanyang felt that for the first time she was so flustered and out of sorts.
Fortunately, Yang Fei had not yet woken up, it was just a normal physiological reaction.
She quietly heaved a sigh of relief and cautiously shifted her body, preparing to get up.
At that moment, Yang Fei woke up.
He opened his eyes, groggy, and said, "Is it still early, and you are getting up?"
Her face still red, Qin Yanyang hummed in response.
Am I not supposed to get up and wait to be taken advantage of by you?
The key is that I’ve already been taken advantage of, yet I can’t even mention it.
Qin Yanyang felt slightly aggrieved in her heart.
Yang Fei quickly realized that his sleeping posture seemed incorrect, as if he had crossed a boundary.
Seeing Qin Yanyang’s flushed face, he suddenly realized something, his own face turning red as he sincerely apologized, "I’m... I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional."
"Shut up!" Qin Yanyang hissed softly.
Can’t you pretend nothing happened, you jerk, why do you have to say it aloud?
Feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger, along with an indescribable emotion, Qin Yanyang’s red face pulled open the door and ran out.
Seeing her run off, Yang Fei came back to his senses and quietly scolded himself with a slap on the cheek: "Stupid!"
But soon, he began to snigger foolishly.
After returning to Binhai, who knows if they’ll still be able to sleep in the same room.
If they do sleep together again, he should definitely be braver.
Haven’t they said, "The timid starve to death, the brave choke to death."?
If he wants her to truly fall in love with him, as a man, he must take the initiative, attack, attack, attack!
Downstairs in the courtyard, Yang Changjin was chatting with the village head.
The village head had brought some shocking news that very morning.
He said that last night, Gong Daqian and his son had confessed—they were both up to no good, involved in numerous underhand tricks, and their company had committed many regulatory violations, evading taxes on a large scale.
In short, the Gong family was done for.
Daqian Group also collapsed thunderously, and the Gong family became part of Huangyang County’s history.
Upon hearing this news, Yang Changjin felt both happy and astonished.
The daughter-in-law Xiao Fei found was not simple at all.
While Yang Changjin was happy, he also started to worry a bit.
"With such good conditions, why did she set her sights on her own grandnephew?"
Could it really be as the villagers guessed, that her nephew had become a live-in son-in-law?
His older brother had died early, leaving only this sole descendant. Yang Changjin, with his old farmer’s mentality and strong adherence to tradition, did not wish for Yang Fei to marry into his wife’s family.
Even if Qin Yanyang was exceptional, and her family background was excellent, Yang Changjin believed that as a man, one should rely on oneself and not lose his integrity by becoming a live-in son-in-law.
At that moment, Qin Yanyang came downstairs.
Seeing her, the village chief was somewhat constrained. He bid farewell to Yang Changjin and left.
Upon seeing Qin Yanyang, Yang Changjin thought for a moment before speaking, "Yanyang, don’t think poorly of your uncle for being old-fashioned but, by marrying Yang Fei, is he not becoming a live-in son-in-law?"
Qin Yanyang was momentarily stunned before she smiled, shook her head, and said, "Not at all, Uncle, don’t worry."
Yang Changjin immediately breathed a sigh of relief but still felt uneasy and asked, "Really not?"
Qin Yanyang shook her head. "Really not."
Yang Changjin felt relieved but still sensed something was amiss. He looked at Qin Yanyang and asked, "Then what made you fall for Xiao Fei?"
Qin Yanyang burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Yang Fei, who had just come downstairs, heard this and said speechlessly, "Uncle, your grandnephew isn’t that bad either."
Yang Changjin nodded and said, "Hmm, he’s not bad, but he’s far behind you, Yanyang. You rascal, you must never let Yanyang down." He then turned to Qin Yanyang and added, "Yanyang, if this boy ever upsets you, just tell me, and I’ll break his legs."
Qin Yanyang responded with a smiling agreement.
Yang Fei, with a bitter smile, looked at his uncle and said, "Uncle, I’m going to visit my dad’s grave."
Hearing this, Yang Changjin nodded and said, "Yes, you should. I knew you were coming back, and I’ve prepared the ritual papers. I’ll fetch them."
Soon, the uncle emerged holding a plastic bag and also a sickle. "Let’s go. I haven’t been there in a long time either; I might as well tidy up a bit." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n0velfire.net
Yang Hao and Yang Wen had not yet gotten up, and Li Guiju was preparing breakfast. Yang Changjin led Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang towards Yang Fei’s father’s grave.
The grave of Yang Fei’s father was not very far, just atop the hill behind.
However, the morning dew made the mountainous path somewhat difficult to navigate.
Yang Changjin walked in front leading the way; he used the sickle to cut down the roadside weeds, trying to clear a better path for Qin Yanyang.
Yang Fei walked in the middle, his legs brushing off the dewdrops from the grass.
Watching the actions of the uncle and nephew, Qin Yanyang felt deeply moved.
The economic situation of rural people might not be the best, but their hearts are the most genuine and kind.
Arriving at a simple grave, Yang Changjin used the sickle to clear the weeds surrounding it.
Actually, the whole grave was quite tidy, reflecting the uncle’s regular upkeep.
Yang Fei knelt in front of the grave, ripping ritual papers and burning them one by one.
Noticing Yang Changjin occasionally looking at her, seeming hesitant to speak, Qin Yanyang thought for a moment and then knelt next to Yang Fei.
Yang Fei glanced at her and smiled.
Qin Yanyang also smiled and straightforwardly called out to the grave, "Dad."
Even if it was just for show, since she was here, she might as well do it properly, especially since deep down, she truly didn’t feel any resistance or rejection.
Having never seen her father, she couldn’t truly feel saddened. After Yang Fei finished burning the papers, they both stood up together.
He had always been haunted by the expression Sister Tang Qian from the Sun Weimin family had when she saw him last time. So he asked his uncle, "Uncle, do you know where my mom was from?"
The uncle, after listening, slowly shook his head.
"Then, have you ever seen my mom?" asked Yang Fei. "Can you remember what she looked like?"
With a sigh, the uncle shook his head and said, "I never met her. Your dad was only twenty-five when he died. Before you were born, he called me to say he had found a wife and even had a child on the way, saying he would bring his wife and child back after you were born."
At this point, his uncle’s eyes reddened, and he choked up, "He did come back, but he only brought back you. And then, just a few days later, he too was gone."
Yang Fei squinted, fixating on his uncle, and pressed, "Then, how did he die? At twenty-five, it shouldn’t have been from illness. Uncle, when I asked you as a child, you wouldn’t say. Now that I’m grown, can you tell me?"