Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 88: No Backing, No Connections

Shen Qinglan had never felt the experience of always having a backer when doing anything, without having to worry too much before; it felt quite nice.

If it were her in a previous life, she definitely wouldn’t think that one day, she could rely on others. Such a dream, if it couldn’t be realized, she wouldn’t indulge in it.

She wasn’t afraid of Duan Yunfei using her because she had no connections or riches to offer.

Even if he had the intention, she wouldn’t necessarily allow herself to be used obediently. She was like this, never willing to suffer a loss unless she chose to willingly suffer it; otherwise, no one could force her.

"Have you eaten?"

She looked at Duan Yunfei and asked.

"No, I just had the dicinal porridge you sent this morning, and just took so dicine, planning to rest."

Duan Yunfei yawned, looking a bit fatigued.

He was indeed tired, having traveled several days in a row and was then heavily wounded, losing so much blood. Even a body made of iron couldn’t withstand it, let alone one made of flesh.

"Rest then."

Shen Qinglan picked up the buns on the table, stood up, and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her before heading to the back room with the buns.

Seeing her coming over, Auntie Yang smiled and said, "Girl, you’re just in ti, I happened to have made lunch for you all, the two young gentlen are waiting in the kitchen."

Shen Qinglan handed the buns to Auntie Yang, saying, "Heat the buns."

"Miss Shen is here, what did you just talk about with our young master?"

Xuan Ying gazed at her with gossiping curiosity.

He’s not thoughtless, nor is he ntally impaired. Every ti their Young Master sees Shen Qinglan, his eyes light up like a hungry wolf spotting prey.

"Nothing much."

Shen Qinglan sat facing the two.

Auntie Yang put the buns in the stear before bringing up the al.

Usually, this place was where Auntie Yang and Uncle Shao ate, and Shen Qinglan almost never ate here. Most of the ti, Auntie Yang sent the als to the East Wing.

Xuan Ming swallowed the rice in his mouth, feeling sowhat puzzled.

From Shen Qinglan’s brisk movents and astonishing speed, it didn’t make sense for her to be so calm.

Even a master should have so Inner Strength fluctuations, but Shen Qinglan had none whatsoever.

Could it be that this young girl had attained a level of Martial Arts so profound?

If a young girl is this formidable, wouldn’t the person behind her be even more intimidating?

Xuan Ming hesitated and asked Shen Qinglan, "I’ve heard Old Tang say that Miss Shen has great strength, how did you train?"

Old Tang rely babbled, for he had seen it with his own eyes.

Xuan Ying glanced at him disdainfully but also anticipated Shen Qinglan’s answer.

Shen Qinglan said, "Born with it."

The two didn’t believe and thought she was unwilling to say.

After having lunch, Shen Qinglan looked at the Xuan family brothers and instructed, "Whoever knows how to cook dicinal porridge, please do so for your Young Master. If there’s anything you don’t know, you can ask Auntie Yang."

Having said that, she covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and went to the West Wing.

She stayed up guarding Duan Yunfei all night without sleeping, and had gone out today, now the fatigue was kicking in.

Inside the West Wing, Auntie Yang had already laid out the bedding, and Shen Qinglan fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

When she awoke again, it was already dark.

The wind started to pick up again, and the sky remained gloomy.

It seed there might be more rain.

She yawned, washed her face with cold water, and suddenly felt refreshed.

The water wasn’t frozen yet but felt cold enough, nearly freezing, her hands were still stiff, unable to feel anything.

If it weren’t for her eyes not being blind, she would almost suspect she had no hands.