e early."Although it was awkward enough to make her toes curl, she now had to get used to calling him by his name so intimately.Thinking ahead a few years, the name of this big shot wouldn't be someth...Ning Yuan watched him eat, and smiled. She also began to eat big bites.

Although material resources are scarce in this era, chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables are all very natural and organic. Without technology or cruel practices, the taste is amazing!

After dinner, Rong Zhaonan took the initiative to boil water, while Ning Yuan rushed to take a bath and wash her hair.

When Rong Zhaonan finished showering and came in, he saw Ning Yuanshu sitting comfortably by the window, drying her hair.

"Aren't you going to copy the book tonight" Rong Zhaonan asked.

Ning Yuan lazily shook her head: "No, I'm too tired today."

She reads and copies books every day because too much time has passed, and she has almost forgotten her textbooks.

Last time, I always used my phone and computer to type, so now I can read and understand many words, but when it comes to writing them down, I sometimes forget how.

But today she really didn't have the energy - going into town to sell cured pork, and out of town to fight.

Rong Zhaonan watched the girl sprawled half-reclining on the windowsill. He turned and poured her a glass of water.

Ning Yuan took the water, but suddenly took out red medicinal water and Wanhua oil from behind her back, and beckoned to Rong Zhao Nan: "Let me treat your facial wounds."

Rong Zhaonan waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing, just a scratch."

"No, that won't do. Your face is so beautiful; it would be a shame to leave scars." Ning Yuan disagreed and got up to pull him down to sit.

Despite his initial hesitation, Rong Zhaonan ultimately accepted the offer.

Under the flickering oil lamp, Ning Yuan carefully bent down, gently treating the wounds on his face.

He narrowed his eyes, discovering that this girl was truly 'fond' of his face—simply fond of his face.

This discovery left Rong Zhaonan feeling inexplicably good, yet slightly off.

"The work group came down today, they didn't do anything to you, right" Ning Yuan said, still a little worried as she applied red ointment to him.

Rong Zhaonan nonchalantly said, "It's nothing."

He single-handedly beat up the workgroup leader Chen Chengtong.

Speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence. This fake couple had both gotten into fights today.

Ning Yuan let out a sigh of relief and threw away the cotton swab. "That's good, I knew Li Yan wasn't that kind of person."

He's not a good husband, nor a very good father in life.

But in terms of overall direction, he has always been a righteous and good subordinate. He would never do anything like taking revenge personally.

Rong Zhaonan raised his pale eyelids and glanced at her: "You seem to know him very well."

Ning Yuan opened the bottle of balm, her hand pausing for a moment.

Then, she casually said, “Secretary Li used to come to our village often to help with the farm work and study with us young educated youths, so he knows us quite well.”

"I noticed you rarely use titles like 'Vice Secretary Li Yan' or 'Li Yan, the Assistant,' I thought you two used to date." Rong Zhaonan twitched the corner of his lips.

Ning Yuan bit her lip and unconsciously increased the pressure on his forehead bruise, "Don't talk nonsense, Doctor Rong!"

She didn't want anything to do with Li Yan anymore.

But after decades of living together, she still couldn't bring herself to speak to him in a stranger's voice.

Rong Zhaonan lightly exhaled, murmuring, "Hmph... Alright, just be gentle."

Although she claimed nothing was wrong, she got furious and decided to take revenge on him.

Looking at Rong Zhao Nan's handsome face, she frowned. With the redness around his eyes, he actually looked a little pitiful.

Suddenly, I really wanted to pinch his cheeks.

She was taken aback and immediately reflected on and examined herself—ecause you're starving!" Xia A Po angrily held a pot and stuffed it into his arms.Ning Yuan caught sight of two small taro root in the blackened, decrepit little pot and couldn't quite describe the fe...