Black Market Boss: His Beloved Wife's Lazy Life

The meal passed in this awkward atmosphere.

However, this awkwardness only affected Shang Yanfang; the others were quite satisfied with the meal.

After the meal, the group helped Aunt Lu clean up the dishes and put them in the kitchen.

Having achieved their purpose for coming to eat today, the group told Captain Lu and went home.

The four of them walked slowly along the path back to the educated youth settlement.

The path was really difficult to walk on after the rain; it was muddy and slippery, and there was a risk of falling if you weren't careful.

The four of them walked carefully, supporting each other.

"Ah!" Someone lost their footing and fell down.

The remaining people were also dragged down and fell into the mud.

"Are you alright? Let me help you up."

The sudden noise startled the girls, who huddled together and screamed in unison.

"Don't be afraid, I am Gao Jianguo, and I am also coming home."

Hearing that the person who came was someone they knew, the girls were no longer afraid.

"Let me help you up," Gao Jianguo said, reaching out to pull them up.

"It hurts, it hurts."

"What's wrong, Yanfang? Where does it hurt?" He Lingling asked hurriedly when she saw Shang Yanfang cry out in pain.

"My feet hurt."

"Could he have sprained his ankle?"

Li Zhaodi also asked anxiously.

"I'll take you to see the barefoot doctor."

"Okay, thank you, Comrade Gao."

Before Shang Yanfang could refuse, He Lingling quickly agreed.

Gao Jianguo squatted down and picked Shang Yanfang up in his arms.

"I took her to see a doctor first."

"Be careful on your feet, and just head back now." Shang Yanfang didn't feel that her condition was that serious.

"Comrade Gao, I feel that I'm mostly fine."

"You should go see it even if there's nothing wrong with it."

Looking at the man's strong jawline and feeling his firm arms, Shang Yanfang's heart fluttered.

The man, Gao Jianguo, felt a gaze fixed on him. He looked down and met those big, dark eyes.

He saw the little girl's almond-shaped eyes staring intently at him.

His face flushed red, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

"Comrade Gao, if it's heavy, I can get down and walk by myself."

Shang Yanfang, who was in Gao Jianguo's arms, felt that Gao Jianguo's heart was beating very fast and thought it was because she was too heavy.

"Ah, no, it's not heavy."

Having just snapped out of my daze in those eyes, I answered the question instinctively.

"Ah!" A scream.

It turned out that Shang Yanfang was the one who was frightened.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Gao Jianguo's neck.

"What are you doing?" the little girl asked in a coquettish tone.

“I have the strength,” the man said coldly.

It turns out that Gao Jianguo, a straightforward man, threw Shang Yanfang high up to prove he was strong.

"Don't throw me, you're strong." Shang Yanfang hated this feeling of weightlessness.

Gao Jianguo never expected that the little woman would be so scared that she would hug his neck.

Her hug was so intense that she pressed herself even closer to him.

He felt softness; the little girl was so cuddly, nothing compared to his hard body.

I only came to my senses after hearing the little girl's accusations.

"Okay, I won't throw it. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The little woman in his arms was so nervous from fear that she pressed her body tightly against him.

He was certain that if he let go now, the little girl wouldn't fall.

Comforting the woman in his arms, Gao Jianguo slowed his pace even further. He wished the road could be longer, much longer.

Even though she walked very slowly, she still arrived at the barefoot doctor's house.

"Old man, is the old man home?" Gao Jianguo called out from outside the courtyard.

Knocking on doors is not common in rural areas at this time of year.

One reason is that rural courtyards are large, and people can't hear the tricks of the trade.

Secondly, in rural areas, the gates to houses are usually left open during the day, so people can just walk in. Once inside the courtyard, they greet the host family.

If someone answers, you can go in directly; if no one answers, then there's no one here today.

"Who is it, you little brat? What's wrong?"

An old man with silver hair rushed out from the inner room.

He was nimble and didn't look like an old man at all.

As we entered the courtyard, we saw the old man standing there, holding a scallion in one hand and a knife in the other. Luckily, the two of us braked quickly, otherwise, things would have been terrible.

"Old man, are you trying to murder me?"

As Gao Jianguo spoke, he gestured to the kitchen knife in the old man's hand.

"What is it, you little brat?" Old Zhang asked, putting down the cleaver with an annoyed expression.

"It looks like this little girl has sprained her ankle. Could you take a look?"

Gao Jianguo found a reasonably suitable chair and put the little girl down.

"Okay, go get my first-aid kit."

"Row."

Upon hearing the instructions, Gao Jianguo went back inside to get his medicine box.

Old Zhang found a small stool and sat down, asking gossipy questions: "Little girl, how did you get together with this little brat?"

Old man, I advise you, whatever you do, don't fall for this little brat. He's incredibly boring, always sporting that long, deadpan face, he scares young girls away.

Before Shang Yanfang could give any answer, they heard:

"Old man, what bad things are you saying about me?"

Gao Jianguo came out of the inner room carrying a large wooden box.

"I'm saying you have bad character."

Old Zhang threatened Gao Jianguo.

"Old man, take a look at the young girl's feet first."

Gao Jianguo urged Grandpa Wang to examine the little girl's feet.

"It's nothing, just a sprained ankle. Just rub it with some safflower oil and it'll be fine."

Old Zhang said he was fine, but he was checking his feet very carefully.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

"Thank me? What are you doing? I just wanted to show you. Let the little brat massage your feet."

Grandpa Zhang called Gao Jianguo over and said, "You little rascal, massage the little girl's feet. I need to go cook."

Remember to rub it vigorously, make sure to massage it in, otherwise it will be red and swollen tomorrow.

“I’ll cook for you, and you can massage Shang Zhiqing’s feet.”

"I don't think I'm good at cooking."

As he spoke, Grandpa Zhang got up to continue cooking.

"Jianguo, the safflower oil is in the kitchen, come and get it." Wang Daye walked into the kitchen and, as if remembering something, called Gao Jianguo in as well.

"Shang Zhiqing, wait a moment, I'll go get the safflower oil."

Gao Jianguo greeted Shang Yanfang and then went to the kitchen.

"You little brat, this girl is quite nice, and you like her a lot, don't you? I've created opportunities for you and the girl, but you can't seize them."

"You blockhead!" Grandpa Zhang said, slapping Gao Jianguo on the back.

Gao Jianguo, embarrassed after being slapped, walked over from the kitchen.

"Didn't you go in to get safflower oil? Where's the oil?"

Seeing Gao Jianguo come out of the house empty-handed, Shang Yanfang asked.

She was planning to go back and have her friend massage the oil for her as soon as she got it.

"Jianguo, I forgot. The oil is in that medicine box." Grandpa Zhang's words successfully saved Gao Jianguo, who was making all sorts of excuses.

"Okay, Uncle Zhang," Gao Jianguo said, acknowledging the old man's help in getting him out of a difficult situation.

I took out the safflower oil from the medicine box and was about to rub it in when I heard someone stop me.

"Comrade Gao, thank you for bringing me here, but you don't need to help me rub the safflower oil. I can take it back and have my friend rub it on for me. But I'll still need to trouble you to take me back to the educated youth settlement."

When Gao Jianguo heard the girl refuse, his already expressionless face darkened even more.