Qin Hongxing felt mixed emotions in her heart, and with trembling hands, she went to touch Rong Zhaonan: "Brother Nan, after all these years... are you okay!"
It must have been her misunderstanding just now. There is absolutely no way that Brother Nan would show that kind of expression, especially in front of a country woman!
Rong Zhaonan took a step back and looked at her calmly: "Comrade Qin Hongxing, I haven't seen you for a long time. I deign to come to visit you. What can I do for you?"
Qin Hongxing heard him call her this, so polite, cold and distant.
Her eyes turned red instantly, her body swayed, and she took a deep breath: "Brother Nan, can I... come in and talk? This is not the place to talk."
She didn't want to be a show to the country people at the door.
Rong Zhaonan said calmly: "Comrade Qin Hongxing, if you have anything to say, just say it here. The room is sloppy and not suitable for receiving leaders from the capital."
Qin Hongxing choked, squeezed the sheepskin gloves in her hands, and said softly: "Brother Nan, I'm here on behalf of Uncle Rong and your unit."
Ning Yuan didn't say anything at first, just watching the excitement. Seeing a proud person like Qin Hongxing, she could endure the grievance and talk to Rong Zhaonan.
She also admired her very much. It seemed that this young lady from the capital had a deep affection for Rong Zhaonan. Why did she break off her engagement with Rong Zhaonan in the first place?
Ning Yuan suddenly said: "Rong Zhaonan, I'm a little thirsty. Since the guest has come from afar, we might as well go in and sit down, as long as she doesn't dislike our place."
Well, her desire to gossip has come up.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at Ning Yuan and saw her big dark eyes shining brightly.
Does this little spy want to gather information or just watch the fun?
However, he opened the door and said expressionlessly: "Since Comrade Qin doesn't mind, let's come in with the other two comrades."
Ning Yuan smiled and entered.
Seeing him get out of the way, Qin Hongxing felt sad, relieved but tormented.
With just one word from the village girl, Brother Nan actually let her into the house.
She closed her eyes with mixed feelings, but said coldly to the door: "You two wait outside."
After saying that, she entered the house with a sullen face and slammed the door.
The two armed ministry militiamen outside the door looked a little unhappy.
The motorcyclist couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "What kind of style does this guy have!"
"Forget it, the girl from the capital has a bad temper, let's just complete the reception tasks arranged by the ministry." Another person shook his head.
In the room, hearing the door being slammed, Rong Zhaonan poured water and said coldly without looking back: "Comrade Qin Hongxing, they are militia soldiers sent to you by the county, not your servants."
Qin Hongxing was stunned and gritted his teeth: "Brother Nan, I'm not..."
"If you don't, just talk nicely. This is not the place for you to lose your temper." Rong Zhaonan glanced at Qin Hongxing coldly and handed the enamel water glass to Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan took a sip of warm water and was a little surprised: "You made red dates, longan and chrysanthemum tea."
Rong Zhaonan: "Don't you like the taste? After making the glutinous rice balls and some brown sugar, I made a pot of tea."
Ning Yuan's eyes widened: "Yes, I like it. It replenishes Qi and blood."
Qin Hongxing felt sour and bitter in her heart when she saw him interacting so gently with Ning Yuan but speaking coldly to herself.
Moreover, there seemed to be a special atmosphere between the two that no one else could enter, which was unbearable.
Qin Hongxing's eyebrows were furrowed, but he still had a cold expression on his face. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Nan, I have something to say that is not suitable for others to hear."
Rong Zhaonan said calmly: "Ning Yuan is not someone else. She is my lover, or the person in the household registration book."
Qin Hongxing clenched her gloves, stared at him, and said stubbornly: "But she is really not suitable to listen to our conversation. You know the confidentiality regulations!"
Ning Yuan suddenly smiled: "It's okay, you guys catch up on old times, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."
After saying that, she held red longan, jujube and chrysanthemum tea, waved her hand and walked towards the backyard.
If I were to squat in the hall again, the cold lady named Qin Hongxing would probably burst into tears.
It wasn't that she felt sorry for Rong Zhaonan's fiancée, but since she was standing in the room, she couldn't hear the gossip.
What's the point of living in this world if you don't listen to gossip!
Especially the gossip about Boss Rong, he usually has a mouth as tight as a clam shell!
After she wandered to the backyard, no one could see her.
With lightning speed, Ning Yuan ducked under the back window of the main room - squatting in the corner with her teacup in her arms, her ears pressed against the base of the window.
Seeing Ning Yuan go to the backyard, Qin Hongxing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Being rejected in front of someone like Ning Yuan made her self-esteem unbearable.
"Please take a seat." Rong Zhaonan turned around coldly and walked to the table to sit down.
Qin Hongxing also walked to the table and looked at the bamboo table. It looked like it had just been beaten for the New Year. It was equipped with four bamboo stools and was still relatively clean.
But she still put a handkerchief on the stool before sitting down.
Who knows if country women are really clean?
Seeing her actions, Rong Zhaonan's expression turned cold: "I was the one who hit this stool. I have wronged Comrade Qin Hongxing."
Qin Hongxing froze. Was it him who made the chair?
She couldn't help but ask: "Brother Nan, why don't you open the door for me?"
Rong Zhaonan said expressionlessly: "Because I am not ready to receive guests, and our conversation should really involve confidentiality regulations."
Qin Hongxing raised her slender eyes, and bitterness appeared on her fair, cold and arrogant face: "Brother Nan, are you even willing to pour me a glass of water and say hello?"
Rong Zhaonan said nothing, only lowered his eyes and drank tea.
Qin Hongxing endured the discomfort and said softly: "Brother Nan, I know you...are suffering."
The once proud son of heaven, a sharp knife on the battlefield, has been reduced to a farmer who looks after cattle and breaks furniture in a cowshed in the countryside. It is really pitiful and heartbreaking.
No wonder he didn't want to see her as his ex-fiancée. He would feel inferior. She had to be considerate of him.
Qin Hongxing couldn't help but look around. There were newspapers posted all around the cowshed. Except for this set of tables, stools and cupboards, which were newly made from cheap materials like bamboo, several cupboards, wardrobes and other furniture were all old. It's pretty clean though.
One look at this environment, and you can tell that Brother Nan has been having a hard time these past few years.
Simple vases made of various earthen jars and wine bottles are placed on the wardrobe, small table, window sill, and even on the dining table.
There are clusters of small flowers inserted inside, giving it a unique wild and pastoral flavor.
Qin Hongxing snorted secretly, what kind of taste can a country girl have? Most of this was arranged by Brother Nan.
And that bed...
She saw the bed in the corner at a glance. It was very large, at least three meters wide.
There were two pillows, two quilts, and old but clean sheets that were spliced together.
Qin Hongxing couldn't help but feel sore and clenched her gloves again: "Do you need such a big bed?"
Is it possible that things are turning upside down? She couldn't stand the thought of this——
How could Brother Nan live a married life with that village girl? How could he keep talking about it! Isn’t that village girl just a little more juicy-looking?
