Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 78: Are You Hurt?

Shen Qinghe said, "Regardless of the reason, their attitude has definitely softened."

The Li family’s attitude is tied to Shen Qingju’s lifelong matters. Returning to the past is naturally the best outco.

We can’t really let Li Wei beco a live-in son-in-law, can we?

Besides, even if Li Wei is willing, given Shen Qingju’s temperant, she definitely wouldn’t agree.

Shen Qingju is only a month younger than Shen Qinghe, already eighteen, and of marriageable age. She can’t keep delaying forever.

Actually, little Hong didn’t tell the Li family much, except about Shen Qinglan beating Sun He until he coughed up blood.

People are always bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The people of Lishui Village dread Sun He, but Shen Qinglan managed to defeat him. Upon hearing this, they naturally think Shen Qinglan is even more fearso and must not be provoked.

The next morning, Shen Qinglan got up and returned to town.

Shen Qingju and Dong Yao, after harvesting their family’s rice, went to Dong Family Village to help their uncle and aunt harvest.

Shen Qinglan repeated the sa tasks every day at Shengxiang Restaurant.

After the autumn harvest, the weather grew colder, especially in the mornings, with a layer of mist enveloping the surroundings.

Another month passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, after work, Shen Qinglan had dinner, washed up, and went to bed early.

She has always been a light sleeper, likely a habit from being a killer in her previous life. At the slightest disturbance, she would wake.

At midnight, with clouds partially covering the waning moon, darkness enveloped the surroundings. Except for the entertainnt quarters, people were already deep in sleep.

Shen Qinglan was in deep sleep when she suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching.

In the quiet surroundings, the footsteps were especially clear to her.

She suddenly sat up, squinted, and, grabbing a newly bought cloak, leaped out of the window.

She just erged and bumped right into a person dressed in white.

Both were montarily startled.

Shen Qinglan’s night vision was excellent. Despite the lack of light, she could see at a glance that the person in front of her was the friend who had disappeared for almost two months.

Slling the scent of blood in the air, Shen Qinglan furrowed her brows.

"Are you injured?"

As soon as she spoke, the person in front of her suddenly fell towards her. She instinctively stepped back a few paces, and seeing him about to fall, quickly stepped forward, grabbed his robe from behind, lifting him, saving Duan Yunfei from the pain of having his handso face hit the ground.

Supporting him back into the room, Shen Qinglan lit the candle inside.

Under the dim candlelight, Duan Yunfei’s face was extrely pale, and his white robe was stained with blood.

Shen Qinglan glanced at her sticky palm and quickly turned the person over, finding indeed a wound on his back.

The wound wasn’t very long but was quite deep, with blood gushing out from it.

Searching in the drawer for a long ti, Shen Qinglan finally took out the bottles and jars that old Tang had previously prepared for her.

Since Shen Qinglan’s illness, old Tang had soone prepare a bunch of dicine for her.

Finally finding the hemostatic dicine, she stopped the bleeding for Duan Yunfei, then pulled out a box hidden under the bed.

She opened the box, took out the dress Duan Yunfei had given her, placed it aside, and hurriedly went out to wake Aunt Yang, asking her to boil a basin of hot water and prepare a needle, all to be delivered to her room.

Although Aunt Yang didn’t know what Shen Qinglan intended to do so late at night, she agreed to prepare them.

The wind was strong, blowing fiercely, and the faint moonlight visible earlier was now completely swallowed by clouds, seemingly indicating an impending rainstorm.