Wa’s mother’s heart trembled uncontrollably, quivering repeatedly; she had only one thought: she wished she could tear Gu Nuan into pieces.
Zicong, standing beside her, furrowed his brows and turned his head, "What are you trying to do now? Stir up trouble?"
"You’re defending her, it’s pretty obvious, and you still want to argue?" Lin Yishan said, looking at him.
Zicong chuckled coldly again, "If only I had known earlier what a vicious woman you are, I was blind to have been with you."
"Vicious? Is it wrong for to defend my love?!"
"Your mistake is that your motives for being with from the start weren’t pure!"
He had never before cursed her in front of everyone like this. Tears welled up in Lin Yishan’s eyes as she struggled to hold them back: "You, Wa Zicong, fine! You’re great! Just wait, you’ll regret it, you definitely will—"
"She has never said that I would regret."
Zicong seed to say this casually, which stunned Lin Yishan.
Gu Nuan actually didn’t care how her ex lived, whether he regretted or not, but she knew that people tended to treasure what they couldn’t have and often took for granted what they did have.
Following the old lady she t on the bus, they walked for about half an hour, turning down a small farm path among the hills, and finally ca upon a small village hidden in the mountains that also had a view of the sea.
The village, although not appearing to be particularly impoverished, was moderate. Newly built three- or four-story buildings mixed with so old, run-down houses. It was evident that so people were wealthy while others were poor.
According to what Gu Nuan knew, in a village where there is no demolition involved or no uniform industry, such disparity in wealth was pronounced. Those capable quickly made fortunes and built their houses at a lower cost. Those incapable, relying solely on the few acres of land they owned, found it difficult even to maintain a basic standard of living.
The old lady they followed seed neither poor nor rich, living on the eastern edge of the village, seemingly, as they guessed, a collector of waste paper. She lived alone in her house, with an adjacent shed built as a warehouse for scraps.
The house where the old lady lived was decent, a two-story building that seed fairly old, but was tidy and well-kept, making it feel bright and comfortable to enter.
The weather was hot, and there was no air conditioning inside the house.
They moved two bamboo chairs and casually sat down at the doorway, the natural breeze providing so relief from the sweat coating their bodies.
The old lady brought them towels to wipe their sweat and then asked, "I’ll be making noodles for lunch, do you want so?"
"We’ll eat anything," Gu Nuan said imdiately.
They were depending on others for a place to stay; there was no room for pickiness.
Dabai didn’t say a word, just occupied with wiping off his sweat and looking at his phone.
Following his gaze, Gu Nuan looked down and just then noticed that she had received a text ssage on her phone.
The ssage read: Be careful of the Lin Family father and daughter, these two are narrow-minded and might make a fierce move.
Gu Nuan’s eyes flickered, rembering how she had once sent a similar ssage concerning Su Yixia. Now, the other party was doing the sa, probably still resentful about that ti.
Dabai must have had different thoughts, for he snatched her phone suddenly, questioning with zeal, "He’s contacting you?"
"You know it’s like a weasel paying a New Year visit to a chicken," Gu Nuan said, letting him hold on to her phone without any need to feel guilty or afraid.
Seeing her so forthright, the little buddy pouted, "You could at least pretend to cooperate with ."
He just wanted to have so fun.
Gu Nuan couldn’t help it anymore and turned back, playfully slapping his face, which was too handso for his own good.
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