Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 183: Not on Purpose

In the blink of an eye, it’s already the wonderful season of spring when the breeze brings warmth and everything is revived.

Wildflowers bloom along the path, each with its own unique fragrance. The little girls passing by occasionally stop to pick a few, either to play with or to use as hair decorations.

Because the house needed to be demolished for renovation, Shen Qinglan’s family moved back to the town once more.

Dong Yao is quite tight-lipped; even after all this ti, Shen Qinglan opening the Guest House remains unknown to Shen Shan and Shen Qingzhu.

There are still half a month until Shen Qinghe’s wedding.

Of course, there’s also only half a month left until Dong Jin’s wedding.

Shen Qinglan not only has to prepare a dowry for Shen Qinghe but also a bridal gift for Dong Jin.

Sotis Dong Yao can’t help but tease her, saying that none of them as parents are as worried as her as a sister.

In the town, Madam Jiang occasionally cos over to chat with Dong Yao, and sotis the two would go out shopping together or sothing.

Shen Qinglan stared in the direction next door, falling into contemplation.

Unknowingly, Duan Yunfei had already left for almost three months. She didn’t know where he was and how he was doing.

At noon, Mrs. Yang ca to the East Wing and said that Shopkeeper Tang had sent soone to ask her to go to Shengxiang Restaurant.

After leaving Shen Mansion, Shen Qinglan went directly to Shengxiang Restaurant.

As soon as she entered, she was pulled to the backyard by Old Tang.

He looked grave as he said, "Miss Shen, have you offended soone from the Heavenly Killer Sect?"

Shen Qinglan’s heart sank slightly, but she maintained a calm façade and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Sigh!" Old Tang sighed lightly, took out a folded paper from his chest, opened it, and handed it to her. "Take a look."

Shen Qinglan took it and examined it closely, her eyes flashing slightly.

"This was found a month ago by the eldest young master of the dicine Sect on soone from the Heavenly Killer Sect. The attire of the person in this painting is very similar to what you wore when you sent the Young Master away that day."

Old Tang said, "I went to see the eldest young master of the dicine Sect yesterday and accidentally saw this painting at his place. Seeing scrutinizing it, he asked why. After I said it looked familiar, he asked where the person in the painting was."

"At first, I thought you had offended the eldest young master of the dicine Sect, but later I heard him say that this painting was found on soone from the Heavenly Killer Sect, and the person in the painting is their savior!"

Upon hearing this, Old Tang then felt that Song Ting must have mistaken soone for soone else.

Although Shen Qinglan is exceptionally talented in accounting, she was just an ordinary young girl. How could she instantly kill several elite assassins from the Heavenly Killer Sect?

But the person in the painting looks very much like Shen Qinglan.

He suddenly felt uncertain and wanted to ask Shen Qinglan.

"The people from the dicine Sect haven’t left yet?" Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow.

"No." Old Tang shook his head and said, "I’ve heard that in a few months, the wife of the dicine Sect will co over, so they haven’t gone back yet."

He looked at Shen Qinglan and asked, "Miss Shen, is the person in this painting really you?"

Shen Qinglan lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long ti.

"It can’t really be you, can it?"

Old Tang felt extrely anxious.

According to Song Ting, the girl in the painting seems to be a master of superb skills.

Shen Qinglan crushed the painting into a ball, intending to make it firr before discarding it. Who knew, with just a grip, the paper instantly turned into scraps, drifting from her fingers.

Old Tang was so shocked that his body instantly froze, staring blankly at her right hand.

Shen Qinglan: ...

She didn’t do it on purpose; she just wanted to make the paper ball firr...

Silence spread around both of them, and for a long ti, no one spoke up.