Chapter 650: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 650: His Unspoken Feelings of Protection (3)
Although Snow ball in the space had foreseen the situation, it did not remind Mo Yan. With a daughter as fortunate as the master and with influential help on the side, her father would be safe. However, it was crucial for the master to continue growing!
On the third day of the autumn examinations, Yan Junyu, dressed in understated attire, arrived in Liuyang Village in a modestly decorated carriage. What wasn't modest were the dozens of open-top ox carts following behind, which successfully attracted the attention of everyone in Liuyang Village, from eighty-year-old elders to toddlers just learning to walk.
Mo Yan, feeling rather speechless, welcomed him in and promptly closed the courtyard door to shut out the countless curious eyes from outside.
Yan Junyu came this time for the high-yield rice. Originally, he should have come to transport the rice from the Phoenix Mountain reserve after returning, but due to some delays, he only found time now.
Mo Yan had expected Yan Junyu to get straight to business and leave quickly. However, to her surprise, he immediately instructed Guan Yu and others to go to Mo’s granary to bag and weigh the high-yield rice harvested recently. Meanwhile, Yan Junyu leisurely lounged under the vines, giving instructions to Mo Yan as if she where a servant girl, asking her to serve tea, snacks, and an assortment of delicious, juicy fruits.
Mo Yan, busy with these tasks, served the food and let Xiao Hua accompany him. She then prepared to leave to check the construction materials on-site. Yan Junyu, however, lazily called out, “You’re leaving just because I’m here for a short while? I rarely come by. Shouldn’t you spend more time with me? Such a good opportunity, other girls would be begging for it!”
Mo Yan twitched at the corner of her eye. The way it sounded was so awkward. Even if a girl liked his appearance, she wouldn’t shamelessly beg to see him, unless she were truly a “girl.” If he said this to other girls, they would surely be upset!
Knowing he was just trying to provoke her, Mo Yan responded calmly, “If that’s the case, then Young Master Yan should go find such girls. When you do, remember to bring some money; in such places, just having a pretty face won’t suffice.”
Yan Junyu, taken aback that his intended effect didn’t occur, straightened up and asked in surprise, “Aren’t you angry?”
He had used this line to tease many girls who were eager to get close to him, only to have them cry out of frustration and scold him as a “scoundrel.” No wonder he had such a reputation for being a debauched flirt in the capital.
Mo Yan looked at Yan Junyu as if he were an idiot, giving Xiao Hua a strawberry and watching it frown as it ate. In a rather pleasant mood, she said, “I know you’re deliberately trying to provoke me. If I got angry, wouldn’t it be just what you wanted?”
Moreover, if your reputation as a debauched flirt spreads, any future girl you truly like will be your own fault. Though, she felt it was unnecessary to remind him, as he would likely dismiss it with a sneer.
“Hmph, at least you’re speaking honestly!” Yan Junyu, not only failing to achieve his goal but also being mocked by Mo Yan, didn’t get angry. Instead, he felt more at ease with her attitude, a charming smile appearing on his sexy lips. “Since you admit that I have a face, tell me, between me and Han Zhang, who is better looking?”
Mo Yan was speechless. How vain could one be? A grown man obsessing over comparing looks with another man? But seeing Yan Junyu’s “if you don’t say, I won’t let you go” attitude, she had no choice but to answer truthfully, “Young Master Yan and Brother Xiao are two completely different types in terms of both temperament and appearance. It’s hard to judge who is better.”
Yan Junyu was not satisfied with this answer. What made him feel even more sour was Mo Yan’s choice of titles—why did she call him the polite “Young Master Yan,” but referred to the other as “Brother Xiao”? That cold, unapproachable man who never spoke a comforting word, even if he looked good, how was he better than himself?
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