Tang Guo stayed by the field, accompanying Song Ye for the entire afternoon. Once the water in the flask ran out, she ran home again, cooled some more water, and quickly brought it over.
Any man, when watched intently by a beautiful woman while working, with tea and water handed over from time to time, would find it hard to resist.
Everyone working in the field noticed that Educated Youth Song was especially energetic today, managing the workload of three men all by himself.
By the time the sun set, Song Ye was covered in sweat. He took the towel Tang Guo handed him and wiped the dripping sweat from his face.
Looking at his fair and delicate young wife in front of him, he held back the urge to pull her into his arms.
Now, he was all the more eager to get the factory project started. Once he could focus on running the factory, he wouldn’t need to work in the fields anymore. His body would stay clean, and he could hold his sweet-smelling wife whenever he wanted.
Even Song Ye felt a little speechless at his own thoughts. Who would’ve thought the biggest reason he was rushing to build a factory was so he could hug his wife anytime? If word got out, the villagers would laugh their teeth out.
“Ah Ye, why are you standing so far from me?” Tang Guo asked knowingly. She liked this man named Song Ye, he was adorable and innocent.
A flush rose on Song Ye’s handsome face. “I’m dirty and smell.”
“Then you can hold my hand.”
Song Ye glanced at his slightly dirty hands and quickly shook his head. “My hands are dirty too.”
“The road’s uneven, Ah Ye. If you don’t hold me, I might trip by accident. What if I get bruised or hurt?” Tang Guo held the kettle and spoke seriously to Song Ye.
System: [The host is being unreasonable again.]
Song Ye looked at the smooth path ahead with a complicated expression. He clearly knew his little wife was teasing him, yet his mind really began to imagine. What if there was a small stone, and Guo Guo stepped on it and fell? What would he do then?
He stood there hesitantly. Their voices were not too loud or soft, and the people walking with them all heard, unable to hold back their laughter. They thought it was Educated Youth Song who had the upper hand with the village flower, but it turned out the village flower had the educated youth firmly in hand. She truly deserved the title.
“Educated Youth Song, you better hold the little village flower’s hand. If she really gets hurt, you’ll feel bad tonight.”
“Yes, yes, hold her hand. We won’t laugh.”
“Even if your hands are dirty, just wash up together later.”
Tang Guo smiled sweetly, “Everyone says you should hold my hand, Educated Youth Song.”
Since everyone was calling him Educated Youth Song, Song Ye, afraid she might be upset, quickly reached out and held his little wife’s hand. Tang Guo was satisfied and moved closer to him, the two walking side by side. Knowing that Song Ye probably wasn’t comfortable being too close while dirty, she tactfully didn’t push it further.
“I’ve already boiled hot water for you.”
Song Ye frowned. “Don’t do that next time. It doesn’t take long to boil water. Don’t wear yourself out.”
The bystanders (with complicated expressions): Ha. Worn out? Since when does boiling water count as tiring? If that’s tiring, then we must be dying out here working the fields.
Chen Ying was also among the crowd, and when she saw how the two were getting along and heard what Song Ye said, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She must have been mistaken, how could Song Ye treat a woman like this? Even if Tang Guo had pulled him out of the water before, that still didn’t justify this kind of tenderness, right? This filled Chen Ying with jealousy.
Tang Guo noticed Chen Ying’s gaze and softly said, “Ah Ye, are you familiar with Chen Ying? She’s sneaking glances at you.”
Song Ye’s whole body instantly tensed.
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