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Sang Huan picked it up, raised an eyebrow after looking at the name on it, and answered the call.

"Uncle Chen, what's wrong?"

"Hey, Huanhuan, what you told your uncle the other day was really true! A few troublemakers have come to the village these past few days. They've been asking around about your parents' house, I don't know what they're up to! But don't worry, your uncles and I took them down and arrested them! Now I want to ask you what you're going to do with these guys."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Uncle. Just call the police and send them in."

These people must be the bandits Tang Muqian planned to send to kidnap Sang's father. Why wasn't Sang Huan panicked before? It's because she knew Tang Muqian was a scumbag and had already called the village chief back home.

Sang Huan's hometown is poor. To get home, one has to take a plane, then a high-speed train, then a bus, then a van. If the weather is bad or it rains, one has to take a motorcycle.

Because of poverty, most people in their town know each other. It's true that the villagers often have minor conflicts, but when someone really gets into trouble, these same villagers are always the first to step forward.

Young masters like Tang Muqian, who are used to living in the capital, have no idea how fast news travels in the village. The moment the person he sends out is inquiring about someone's identity, that person will probably spread the news the next second.

Those kidnappers who dare to go will have to endure being beaten with hoes by the villagers!

This is why Sang Huan wasn't worried at all after learning about the situation.

"Ah, okay, sure. By the way, Huanbao, how are you doing in Beijing? I heard from your dad that you're still working and studying. Is it because you don't have enough money? Like this..."

The village chief gritted his teeth, exchanged a glance with his wife, and told her what they had been discussing all night.

"Your uncle and aunt still have some savings. If that's not enough, we'll give you another five hundred a month. You're a college student now, so you should focus on your studies and not work yourself to exhaustion. We'll take care of your parents; nothing will happen to them."

Sang Huan paused, realizing that the old village chief was worried about her, and a warm feeling welled up inside her.

She pursed her lips, a shallow dimple appearing on her cheek, and after thinking for a moment, spoke in a low voice.

"It's alright, Uncle Chen. I've been working on a project with a senior from my school recently, and we've made quite a bit of money. I was planning to call you in a couple of days to tell you. Now's perfect. I'll transfer some money to your card later. You can use it to buy some meat and eggs for the aunties in the village. Keep the rest for yourself; our village needs road repairs soon."

The villagers were all very kind to her, and Sang Huan would never be ungrateful.

The village chief was shocked by Sang Huan's words. He had wanted to refuse and let Sang Huan keep some money to go to the city and buy some nice things.

He knew that life in the village couldn't compare to that in the capital. The little boy they had entrusted with everything they had in this poor mountain village might not even be as good as a child from an ordinary family in a big city.

But Sang Huan diligently kept several hundred yuan in her hand every month without complaining about any hardships. She would also bring back many local specialties during the Spring Festival. The village chief felt a pang of sadness and hated himself for not being able to lead the village. He could only call her every day or two to ask what she needed, and then discuss with his wife at home to buy some and send it to her.

They were poor, but they were willing to do everything they could to support the child because they wanted to prove that their descendants would not be trapped in this mountain village forever.

Sooner or later, they will work hard like Huanhuan and fly out of the mountains.

Sang Huan understood what the village chief meant. She chatted with him for a few minutes, then hung up the phone and checked her balance, seeing over a million yuan on it.

After some thought, I worried that transferring the money all at once to the village chief might be too much for him to handle. So I initially transferred 20,000 yuan, saying it was for buying things for the villagers. Then I transferred another 100,000 yuan, saying it was to help repair the village roads first.

The village chief was startled, but still hurriedly called Sang Huan, his voice stammering.

Sang Huan patiently explained that the senior's project had high profit margins, and this was just the beginning; there would be even more in the future.

The old village chief didn't understand those investment dividends, but he respected them. After all, Nanjing University was the most famous university in the country, and the students there must be extraordinary.

After being successfully persuaded by Sang Huan's explanation, the old village chief accepted it, but the older generation was conservative and gave her a lot of advice on how to protect herself.

It was only when someone outside shouted that the village chief's geese were chasing and biting the dog that the village chief reluctantly hung up the phone.

Hearing the exclamation on the other end, Sang Huan looked at the disconnected call screen with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

At the same time, I felt a warm feeling in my heart because of this care.

Xie Qingshi, who had been busy in the kitchen, watched Sang Huan finish her phone call before opening the door and coming over.

"Was that a family member calling?"

"Yes, he's one of my uncles."

"You two seem to have a good relationship."

Xie Qingshi took the initiative to sit next to the girl, picked a grape, and fed it to her lips.

"Yes, it's very good. The villagers are all very kind to me."

Sang Huan didn't stand on ceremony and rolled into the man's arms to enjoy the service.

Seeing the joy in the girl's delicate eyes, Xie Qingshi couldn't help but smile. He gently squeezed her soft little hand at her side and spoke softly.

"Would Huanbao be willing to tell me about her past? I'd like to know about her past."

Upon hearing this, Sang Huan did not refuse. She nestled in the man's arms, enjoying his services while casually playing with his slender fingers.

Xie Qingshi was smiling at first, but as she listened, when she heard that Xie Qingshi had been helping out in town since junior high school, the smile on Xie Qingshi's lips couldn't help but fade.

As a young master living in the capital, Xie Qingshi sometimes couldn't empathize well with some people.

After all, he had a privileged life since childhood, and although the Xie family also had shameless poverty alleviation projects.

However, for Xie Qingshi, whose empathy skills were not particularly good, all of that was just theoretical. Without experiencing it firsthand, he found it hard to imagine that there were people living such difficult lives.

As a look of heartache crossed his face, he secretly made a decision.

After Sang Huan finished speaking, she raised her delicate and pretty face and looked at Xie Qingshi behind her.

"I've said enough. Would Qing Shi baby like to share her own experiences?"

"Hmm?" Xie Qingshi snapped out of his daze, met the girl's bright eyes, and thought of his monotonous life over the years. He helplessly reached out and ruffled Sang Huan's hair.

"My life these past few years has been very simple. I hope Huanhuan won't find it boring when I tell you."

"It's okay~ Tell me quickly, Qing Shi baby~"

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft, sweet voice full of coquettishness, making it impossible for Xie Qingshi to refuse.

"I am the only child in the Xie family. I started getting involved in family affairs from kindergarten. Besides going to school, I took various courses. After junior high school, I finished learning skills and became more relaxed, so I started learning about investment and financial management. In my second year of high school, I used my money to start a company. After that, I was busy with both the company and my studies. The greatest joy was meeting Huanhuan."

Well, this is truly an accidental intrusion into the imperial palace.

Sang Huan lost interest. After chatting for a while, a sudden idea flashed into her mind.

Her beautiful, rosy lips curved into a smile as she picked up her phone and took a picture of the man's arm that was wrapped around her waist.

Sang Huan "inadvertently" revealed the exquisite vase and genuine leather sofa on the coffee table. She checked them twice before clicking "post".