The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

The shop wasn't far from where Chen Zhi lived; it was only a ten-minute walk away. Yang Hong refused any payment for his trouble.

Helpless, Chen Zhi bought two pounds of White Rabbit milk candy, keeping one pound for herself and forcing the other pound on Yang Hong. She put it in Yang Hong's arms and strode away, afraid he would chase after her.

Yang Hong watched the figure walk further and further away until it disappeared from sight, without looking away.

"Who is she?" The shop owner appeared behind Yang Hong without him noticing.

Yang Hong shook his head. "I don't know either."

He only knew her name and address, and that she was very capable, but nothing else.

The shop owner didn't believe him. "Who are you kidding? If you didn't know, would you dare bring her here?"

Yang Hong didn't answer, but turned to look directly into the shop owner's eyes. "Boss Xin has taken a liking to her?"

Boss Xin laughed and readily admitted, "She's so beautiful, it's not surprising that I'm attracted to her."

Yang Hong frowned and remained silent.

Seeing his expression, Boss Xin was displeased. "What? You think I'm not good enough for her?"

"I didn't say that." Boss Xin is in his early twenties, handsome, promising, from a wealthy family, with a wide network of connections and friends. He has no bad habits and is a very good marriage prospect.

As far as he knew, matchmakers came to Boss Xin's house every day to introduce him to potential partners, but he had high standards and hadn't found anyone he liked.

Now she has her eye on Chen Zhi.

Yang Hong was not surprised at all.

"Help me make a connection, and I'll give you fifty yuan," said Boss Xin.

Yang Hong refused without even thinking about it.

"You've got your eye on her too, haven't you?" Boss Xin looked Yang Hong up and down, and said meaningfully, "You should know your place."

Yang Hong blushed slightly. "I didn't think that way. She knows about your shop and will definitely come here often. If you want to pursue her, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

After saying that, Yang Hong ignored Boss Xin and jogged home.

Yang Jialing spent two days at the neighborhood office and got a job making paper boxes again. When she saw Yang Hong running back, she glanced at her brother and went back to her own business.

"Still no one?" Yang Jialing asked.

"We've arrived." Yang Hong took out the White Rabbit milk candy from his arms, put it on the table, counted it, divided it into three portions, gave one portion to his sister and one to his brother, and put his own portion back into his arms.

"I just took her to Boss Xin's shop. This is a gift from her. Oh, and I gave her our home address. She might come to my house to see me in the future. If I'm not home when she comes, please greet her for me."

"OK."

Yang Jialing and Yang Rong each took a candy, peeled one and put it in their mouths. The sweet milky aroma spread in their mouths, and both of them couldn't help but smile.

Yang Jialing: "Since my parents passed away, we haven't eaten candy. I almost forgot what candy tastes like."

Yang Rong grinned foolishly, "Unforgettable, so sweet. Brother, your employer is really generous, a good person."

Yang Hong was a little smug; the person he had his eye on was, of course, a good person.

Yang Hong was incredibly grateful that he had chosen her from the crowd that morning.

On her way home, Chen Zhi saw someone selling geese. It was a very large white goose, weighing about fifteen or sixteen pounds.

"Twenty yuan, not expensive," said the woman selling geese.

Twenty yuan is equivalent to a month's wages for an average worker, so it's not cheap.

But for such a large goose, not needing a ticket means it's indeed not expensive.

There were many onlookers, but no one actually made a purchase decision.

"It's more cost-effective to use this money to buy pork. Pork can also be used to render oil, which can be used for cooking and will last a long time."

That makes sense.

"After removing the goose feathers, blood, and internal organs, and then shaving off the bones, there are only a few pieces of meat left."

"Never mind, I'll just buy pork instead."

The onlookers quickly dispersed.

Chen Zhi finally had a chance to come closer. Looking at the spirited goose, she pulled out two ten-yuan bills. "I'll buy it."

Xi Lang couldn't sleep; the warm sun and the blankets couldn't dispel the chill within him. His dark, somewhat eerie eyes were fixed on the direction Chen Zhi had left, the darkness within him churning uncontrollably, as if screaming for something.

"Oh, you must be Xi Lang?"

A clear, melodious voice came from the other side of the fence.

Xi Lang turned his head and saw an unfamiliar face.

"My name is He Hongwei, and I'm your new neighbor," He Hongwei said familiarly. He was about 1.78 meters tall, with delicate features and a dimple on his face. He looked harmless when he smiled.

Xi Lang hummed in agreement and then turned his head away.

"I work at the real estate bureau and I accidentally saw the information about your house. It's registered in your name," He Hongwei said to himself, ignoring Xi Lang's indifference. He went back into the house and brought out a plate of oranges. "I bought these this morning. They're very sweet. You should try some."

Xi Lang shook his head, "No need."

"Oh, we're neighbors, we should help each other out. It's just a plate of oranges, don't be shy." He Hongwei pushed the plate forward again.

Xi Lang ignored him, turned over, and closed his eyes.

"Ah Wei, they've already said they don't want it anymore, so why bother trying to win them over?" A woman in a cashmere coat looked down from the second-floor balcony, speaking in a condescending tone.

"Sister, Xi Lang isn't feeling well. He probably doesn't have the strength to get up. I'll bring it to him."

As He Hongwei spoke, he began to climb over the fence.

Chen Zhi returned just in time to see this scene, and hurriedly ran over, asking, "Who are you?"

He Hongwei propped one leg up on the fence, staring blankly at the person in front of him, and blurted out, "Sister, I saw a fairy."

Chen Zhi, holding a large white goose, stood gracefully in the sunlight. Not only was He Hongwei stunned, but He Qianqian upstairs was also dumbfounded. She came downstairs in her high heels.

Xi Lang, lounging on the sofa, stared at the goose in her arms and asked, "How do you want to eat it?"

"What do you think?" Chen Zhi had never eaten goose meat in her life.

"Braised or roasted, it's fine." Xi Lang looked at the goose and inexplicably found it an eyesore. "Give it to Aunt Liu."

Chen Zhi sighed, "I'll take it inside and give it to Aunt Liu right away."

Chen Zhi ran home, then hurriedly ran out again, holding the cotton slippers she had bought for Xi Lang.

"Give it a try," she said in a boastful tone.

Xi Lang looked at the cotton slippers. "You only bought one pair?"

"Three pairs. All three of us have one." Chen Zhi took out hers from behind her back. Xi Lang's was navy blue, while hers was a delicate pink with a small flower embroidered on it.

Chen Zhi put it on and walked back and forth in front of Xi Lang twice. "How is it?"

"nice!"

Xi Lang's eyes darkened. He grabbed her hand and was about to pull her into his arms when he suddenly remembered something. He turned his head to look to the side and saw two heads squeezed against the fence, staring at him and Chen Zhi with four big eyes.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see." He Hongwei covered his eyes with his hands.

"Be mindful of your behavior in public," He Qianqian reminded her, though her eyes were filled with excitement.

Xi Lang's face instantly darkened. "You guys have a lot of free time?"

He Hongwei: "I'm taking a break today."

He Qianqian: "I just finished filming a movie and am taking a break for a while. Little sister, you're so pretty, do you want to go film a movie with me?"

"I'm not going." Chen Zhi didn't know what filming was and wasn't interested. She would rather go back to Sandong Village to farm.

"Don't rush to refuse, little sister. You're so pretty, you'll definitely be a star if you go into acting. You'll have beautiful shoes to wear, and so many gorgeous clothes to choose from, you won't be able to take it all in." He Qianqian offered her a tempting offer. This girl liked even a pair of gaudy slippers so much, she probably couldn't resist those exquisite and beautiful costumes.

Chen Zhi shook her head again, "I'm not going."

"You haven't even figured it out yet," He Qianqian said anxiously.

Chen Zhi: "I'm not good at it, I don't want to go."

He Qianqian: "It earns more money than a regular job."

Chen Zhi hesitated. She looked at Xi Lang. Putting everything else aside, making money was indeed very tempting.

"She's not going," Xi Lang said.

He Qianqian's eyes widened. "An opportunity that so many people would kill for!"

If the director of the next film hadn't said he wanted to find someone exceptionally beautiful, she wouldn't have become the lobbyist.

Just as He Qianqian was about to continue persuading them, a car sped into the yard at such a speed that it startled her.

What are you doing?

Xi Lang sat up straight.

Chen Zhi immediately stood in front of Xi Lang, staring warily at the car that rushed into the yard.

"Mr. Xi, it's me." Song Zhaoyuan got out of the car.

Xi Lang frowned. "Something happened?"

"Mr. Xi is incredibly insightful," Song Zhaoyuan said with a wry smile. "I wouldn't want to go there unless absolutely necessary. Master Yang and the other masters have disappeared."

Xi Lang: "When did this happen?"

"This morning, Master Yang and his group were in front of us, with only a few hundred meters between them. Suddenly, they disappeared. The car was gone, and the people were gone too." Song Zhaoyuan suspected that Master Yang and his group had been ambushed.

Xi Lang could ignore anyone else, but Master Yang had helped him.

Xi Lang stood up. "I'll go with you to take a look."

"I'll go too," Chen Zhi said.

Xi Lang patted her head. "Okay, together. I'll go upstairs to pack my things first. Go tell Aunt Liu."

Song Zhaoyuan didn't understand why Xi Lang wanted to bring Chen Zhi, but since Song Zhaoyuan had said so, he wouldn't argue with him.

"Uncle, are you just going to spoil Mr. Xi like this? This trip is fraught with danger, and we can't spare anyone to protect her." Song Yuanzhi had a good impression of Chen Zhi, but with such an important matter at hand, he had to consider the big picture and treat it seriously, without letting personal feelings interfere.

Song Zhaoyuan shook his head. "She doesn't need your protection."

Song Yuanzhi: "Even if we ask Mr. Xi to protect us, it won't work. If Mr. Xi gets distracted, the situation will become more serious."

Song Zhaoyuan didn't explain, "You'll find out when the time comes."

Before Song Yuanzhi could say anything more, Xi Lang and Chen Zhi had already arrived in front of them, both empty-handed.

But Mr. Xi just said he was going back to pack his things, where are they?

"Mr. Xi, did you forget to take something?" Song Yuanzhi reminded him.

"I didn't forget, I already brought it," Xi Lang said. He picked up a thin blanket from the sofa and led Chen Zhi to the back seat of the car.

The driver was Song Yuanzhi, and Song Zhaoyuan sat in the passenger seat.

Xi Lang covered himself and Chen Zhi with the blanket, and pulled Chen Zhi's head to his shoulder. "Let's get some sleep and rest."

Chen Zhi hummed in response, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with such intimacy in front of others.

Xi Lang noticed her discomfort, so he simply covered her head with the blanket and said, "Go to sleep."

"You should get some sleep too," Chen Zhi whispered.

Xi Lang hummed in agreement, hugged Chen Zhi, and closed his eyes as well.

Song Yuanzhi: "..."

Have you forgotten that there are still people on the bus?