The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Leng Yuan didn’t argue. He turned to An Dongyang and said, ”I’m sorry.”

Then he looked at the principal.

The principal waved his hand in frustration, dismissing him.

An Dongyang shook away the dizziness in his head and slowly got to his feet. Just as he was about to press his complaint, he realized only he and the principal were left in the room.

”Where’s Leng Yuan?”

”He went back.”

”What? He hit me! How could you just let him go back?” As An Dongyang’s temper flared, the dizziness and nausea returned, forcing him to soften his tone.

As a result, what was meant to be a powerful accusation came out limp and utterly devoid of force.

The principal was helpless.

”Mr. An, I know Leng Yuan was in the wrong. I just gave him a harsh scolding and had him give you a sincere apology. You know the school’s situation—we’re short on teachers. Besides, the higher-ups are coming for an inspection next week, and they specifically asked about Leng Yuan. How about we just let this matter go?”

An Dongyang might have been dizzy, but he wasn’t a fool. He could tell the principal was trying to protect Leng Yuan.

Of course, he wasn’t going to just let it go.

”Principal, he punched me. A simple apology isn’t going to cut it.”

The principal replied with a placating smile, ”Mr. An, you’ve been wronged in this matter. But the higher-ups think very highly of Mr. Leng and want to observe his class. Punishing him right now wouldn’t be very appropriate, don’t you think?”

An Dongyang gritted his teeth, his expression turning ugly.

He knew that the inspection from the higher-ups had been announced a while ago. Leng Yuan’s teaching skills had always been the best at the commune school. A leader from the county had even come personally to poach him, but Leng Yuan himself had refused to leave.

If the higher-ups really did single out Leng Yuan’s class to observe, then he’d taken that punch for nothing.

The more he thought about it, the more resentful he felt, but he could only swallow his anger. An Dongyang let out a cold snort and left the office.

An Dongyang didn’t stay long in his own office; he left for the day.

After learning that An Dongyang had left, the principal fumed internally. ’That An Dongyang, he throws his weight around just because he’s from the An Family. He has no sense of propriety at all. He’s the bad apple that spoils the bunch for this school.’

He asked Gu Jiaojiao to substitute for the class, and naturally, Gu Jiaojiao had no objections.

The busy day flew by. As they were leaving that evening, Leng Yuan mentioned he needed to make a trip to the County Town. Gu Jiaojiao knew he was going to handle matters related to Lu Yuanbin, so she didn’t say much, just told him to be safe before heading off to pick up Sweet Girl and Xiao Yang and go home.

In the County Town, Leng Yuan went to the post office, gave the staff two yuan, and made a phone call.

He directly called his maternal uncle, Xia Qiuming.

Xia Qiuming was delighted to get a call from his nephew, and his cheerful tone carried clearly through the line.

He first asked after Leng Yuan’s well-being for a bit, then his voice turned serious.

”Go on. What happened?”

Leng Yuan rubbed his nose, a little resigned. ”Uncle, I do have something I need your help with.”

He explained Lu Yuanbin’s situation. The other end of the line went silent for a moment before his uncle agreed to help. He also mentioned the matter of the breeding boar, saying it had been arranged and would arrive in about three days.

Back at the production team, the pigsty had been cleaned out and the piglets had been fed for some time, but Chen Beiguo was worried sick.

These pigs ate a lot, and later on, they would have to return every last one to another production team. No matter how he thought about it, Chen Beiguo felt uneasy.

What’s more, they had to be raised for eight months.

When they signed the contract, Leng Yuan had insisted on writing eight months.

Raising piglets into full-grown pigs for eight months for free, only to give them back to another production team—any way you looked at it, he felt like a huge sucker.

Chen Beiguo had gone to see Leng Yuan several times about this. He just had no confidence in the plan!

For his part, Leng Yuan was just waiting for the stud boar to arrive. That would be enough to set Chen Beiguo’s mind at ease.