A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

The supervisor was focused on finding a flaw, but all he saw was her simply sorting out the goods, calculating, locking the door, and leaving.

It was very close to the time she was supposed to go to the meeting. Could it really be that it had nothing to do with her?

As the supervisor was thinking, he saw Wutong, who had just walked out, turn back and enter the warehouse again.

"What are you doing?" The way he looked at Wutong was clearly as if he were looking at an arsonist.

Wutong explained, "I forgot to bring my notebook."

The supervisor didn't believe it and ordered the security guards to slow down and zoom in, observing her frame by frame.

A few minutes later, the screen suddenly went blank.

"what happened?"

The security guard patted the computer and said dejectedly, "It seems to be stuck."

"What should we do then?" The supervisor was so anxious he was about to jump up and down.

"I'll try fast-forwarding."

The security guard pressed the fast-forward button, and the scene finally came to life. They saw Wutong take the forgotten notebook from the shelf, walk out of the warehouse, close the door, and turn to leave.

The warehouse remained quiet until then. About ten minutes after she left, thick smoke began to billow out from inside the door, and the fire started.

Wutong calmly said, "I didn't start the fire; you all saw it."

"What are you seeing? My computer was clearly lagging just now!"

"I wouldn't mind watching it again."

The supervisor wanted to try again to find evidence of her arson, but he knew very well that even if he tried ten more times, he might not find it.

The evidence never existed in the first place.

Wutong asked, "May I leave now?"

The supervisor was unwilling to let her off so easily and called the police. The police took them and several other people involved to the police station, where Wutong gave her statement and was interrogated in person. In the end, she was released without charge.

When she reached the street, it was already past ten o'clock at night, and the city lights were dazzling and the stars were twinkling.

She was still filthy and smelled of burning, drawing stares from passersby.

Wutong wanted to go home, but she didn't have the energy to walk to the bus stop, so she hailed a taxi and returned to Dr. Su's apartment.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard an urgent question: "You're finally back! Where did you go? I couldn't get through to your phone."

Wutong took out her phone and saw that it was out of battery.

"I'm sorry..." She stood awkwardly outside the door, finding it difficult to speak, "There was a problem at work today, and I was taken to the police station..."

"Take her to the police station?" Dr. Su interrupted her anxiously. "What exactly happened? Tell me."

Wutong was pulled to the sofa, and his eyes were like searchlights as he looked at her, leaving her nowhere to hide, so she had no choice but to tell the truth.

After hearing this, Dr. Su not only didn't blame her, but instead exclaimed, "Luckily you weren't in the warehouse at that time, otherwise you would have been injured!"

Although Wutong didn't utter a single complaint while at the supermarket and the police station, she was clearly very upset.

Who likes to be misunderstood?

But no one was willing to listen to her explanation, except for the police officers taking her statement. However, the way they looked at her was as if she were a liar.

No one else went into the warehouse except her. Now that it's on fire, even if no evidence has been found that she set the fire, everyone is already convinced that she is the murderer.

Only Dr. Su.

He believed her and said it was fortunate she wasn't hurt...

Wutong had been tense all night, and now she couldn't hold back any longer. Her nose stung, and she covered her face and cried.

Dr. Su sat down beside her, his warm body temperature seeping through her clothes and gently stroking her back.

Don't be sad, they don't want you.

"I want you..."

If Wutong hadn't been a seasoned veteran and hadn't been wary of him, she would have truly fallen into his trap of gentleness.

He's not a friend; he's just a hypocrite wearing a mask.

Wutong warned herself that she couldn't cry in front of him, or he would take advantage of her vulnerability.

She wiped her eyes, looked up, and said, "I'm fine. I'll look for a new job tomorrow. You don't need to worry about me..."

As she was about to return to her room, Dr. Su said, "You don't need to rush to find a job."

"Why? Didn't you promise me I could go out and work?"

"I'm not trying to stop you, but I want to tell you some news."

"information?"

Dr. Su said earnestly, "I just heard about it this afternoon. The hospital has decided to organize experts to perform brain surgery on Duan Fufeng, and the time is set for tomorrow."

Wutong's eyes widened immediately.

"really?"

The surgery will determine his life or death; whether Duan Fufeng can wake up depends on this one operation.

Dr. Su nodded: "Do you want to go?"

Wutong asked excitedly, "Can I go see him? What if the people at the hospital recognize me?"

Dr. Su gave a confident smile: "I've already thought of this and come up with a plan. You don't need to come to the hospital with me tomorrow; go by yourself at 3 PM. Remember to wear a mask before you leave. Once you arrive, register for my specialist appointment at the registration desk. After you get to my office, I'll hide you there. I estimate their surgery will have just finished by then. When we find a quiet spot, I can let you see him."

Great……

Wutong was overjoyed beyond words and could only keep thanking him.

Dr. Su waved her hand calmly.

"No need to thank me, it's my pleasure. Have you had dinner? If not, I'll cook you some dumplings."

"No, no, no, I'll do it."

Wutong took over the task and ran to the kitchen to cook dumplings. Because she was too excited, she couldn't open the bag of frozen dumplings for a long time.

Seeing that the water was boiling, she wanted to find a pair of scissors.

Dr. Su reached out from behind, took the dumplings, and with a deft pull of both hands, easily tore the bag open.

Wutong said awkwardly, "I...I'm so happy..."

Dr. Su said, "I understand. You should go and rest. I'll take care of it."

Wutong looked at her unruly hands, obeyed the order and left the kitchen, went to her room to lie down, and kept imagining what Duan Fufeng would look like when he woke up tomorrow.

In the kitchen, Dr. Su slowly and methodically cooked dumplings, a faint smile playing on her lips.

His brow bones are high, which makes his eyes appear deep-set. Combined with his thin lips and slender cheeks, he easily gives people a ruthless and heartless impression.

He disliked this very much, but didn't want to have surgery on his face, so he would smile whenever he could to soften the coldness on his face.

But the smile at this moment wasn't faked; it came from the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps because he was too happy, a frozen dumpling slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, and with a clinking sound, a lone key fell out of his pocket and lay on the ground.

The key gleamed with a brand-new brass sheen, clearly indicating it hadn't been used much.

He cautiously looked towards the door, and seeing no one, quickly picked up the keys and dumplings.

He threw the dumplings into the trash can, and the keys... He thought for a moment, then quickly went to the bathroom, threw them into the toilet, and flushed them down the drain.

Looking at the swirling water in the pristine white toilet bowl, Dr. Su recalled what had happened that afternoon, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

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