The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Alarm Bell (Fifth Update)_1

Although Yang Ruxin didn’t say that Yang Baihui’s visit was to introduce her to men, it didn’t mean that Gu Qingheng was clueless. Sanni had already sneaked off to tell him, and as soon as Gu Qingheng heard about it, what could he do? He quickly sent Gu Yao to investigate the Feng family village. This investigation turned out to be quite revealing—the woman indeed intended to steal someone’s fiancée and even considered having Xinxin become her daughter-in-law! With Feng Haibo’s character, wouldn’t that be an insult to his Xinxin?

Therefore, when Gu Yao came back to report, Gu Qingheng directly said that as long as the person didn’t die, he could discipline them in any way he wished.

But what frustrated Gu Yao was that before he could act, Yang Baihui’s son, Feng Haibo, had already run into trouble.

It was said that on his way back home from Qinghua Town, he was bitten by a snake, a venomous one at that. Fortunately, it happened during the day, and passersby quickly took him to a medical clinic. However, the venom was so potent that although he received prompt medical attention, the boy remained comatose for three days before waking up. After regaining consciousness, it seemed he still suffered from aftereffects, namely bouts of fainting.

Because of this, the grain shop where he worked had no choice but to fire him; no employer dared to hire a staff member prone to fainting unexpectedly.

In such a situation, Yang Baihui, of course, wouldn’t take her son to see Yang Ruxin anymore, but she persistently cursed Yang Ruxin, branding her a jinx.

Naturally, this only further solidified Yang Baihui’s resolve to have Yang Ruxin become her daughter-in-law. After all, her son’s prospects were now ruined, so finding a wife would be difficult. There had to be someone to look after her son.

The way of thinking of the people at the old Yang Family home was always so baffling. So, it’s not to say that Yang Ruxin didn’t know about Yang Baihui’s plans; even if she did know, she wouldn’t find it surprising. She would only have a few words to send their way: Dreams are wonderful, but reality, it will slap you in the face.

As for the Feng family’s misfortune, Gu Qingheng felt quite pleased. Even though it wasn’t Gu Yao’s doing, the result was the same. The incident did serve as a warning to him, however. It seemed he really needed to secure the girl for himself soon, otherwise, there was no telling when some lackey would pop out of the woodwork to compete with him for her. Still, he realized declaring his feelings would require careful consideration and the right opportunity.

Yang Ruxin was unaware that Gu Qingheng was contemplating confessing his feelings, as she was busy. She had to make shrimp paste and was also preparing to make mooncakes, considering Mid-Autumn Festival was only two days away. Although she didn’t have an oven, making them herself was still special.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is also known as the Reunion Festival, the second most significant traditional holiday after the New Year. On this day, even the Emperor would take a break, and it was said that the gates of Beijing would remain open all night. The same leniency applied to the common people.

Thanks to Yang Ruxin’s treatment with her special abilities over the past few days, the blood clot in Xun Hui’s brain had diminished to a small dot. However, that dot was still pressing on a crucial nerve, which is why she couldn’t wake up for the time being, though her body would twitch from time to time. Yang Ruxin thought the Mid-Autumn Festival would be the perfect day for reunion, so it would be fitting for her to wake up then. After all, she had been lying there ill for over a month; it was quite enough suffering for the woman.

In Niu Family Village, Peach Blossom Town, at Qian Er’s house.

”Big brother, you don’t think Sister Xinxin was just leading us on, do you?” Chengzi asked, splitting wood and glancing over at Qian Er, who was stacking the firewood. ”Didn’t she say she would come find us in two or three days? But now it’s been seven or eight...”