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

Wutong gasped as he grabbed her hand, then pulled it away and spoke in a very low voice.

"understood."

Her hoarse voice instantly dispelled the other person's anger, and she asked with concern, "Are you sick?"

The wutong tree nodded.

Duan Fufeng said, "It's so chaotic outside. If you're angry, just be angry. Why are you running around like that? It's a good thing I brought you back on November 11th, otherwise who knows what might have happened... Never mind, go downstairs and rest."

Wutong desperately needed some personal space to process the information she had received that day. So, covering her face with her veil, she hurriedly nodded and prepared to leave.

"Oh, by the way, remember to come up again around midnight."

Duan Fufeng returned to his chair, and as soon as he sat down, he remembered something and gave her some instructions.

Coming up at midnight? What for?

Wutong turned around in shock, wanting to ask him a question. But he had already looked down at the account book, as if it were an ordinary matter, not worth discussing at all.

Wutong silently gave up asking questions and walked back to the room where she had just woken up.

The room was on the second floor, and there were guests "doing things" in the next few rooms, making it impossible for her to think clearly. Her mind was filled with Duan Fufeng telling her to go to her room at midnight.

A man and a woman alone together, what strange thing could possibly happen in a room? Yet Duan Fufeng called her Amu so naturally and fluently, as if there really was a woman named Amu in the world.

She covered her ears and lay face down on the bed, then covered her head with several layers of blankets and pillows until her ears finally had some peace and quiet.

Duan Fufeng, Lord Xu, brothel, madam, Amu...

All this unfamiliar information came rushing out at once, like a tangled ball of yarn that was impossible to untangle.

The sky darkened without her noticing, and someone knocked on the door, asking her to come downstairs for dinner.

Wutong thought she was going to run into Duan Fufeng again, so she straightened her veil in front of the mirror. When she went downstairs, she found that there were only a few men who looked like guards at the table. She then realized that Duan Fufeng always ate alone in his room.

She filled a bowl with some food and took it to her room to eat. The sounds of lewd music never stopped. Even when she went downstairs to return the bowl after finishing her meal, she would encounter women with their clothes half-undressed.

She fled back to her room, closed the door, and crawled into bed to sleep.

If I could fall asleep by the agreed time and then make up an excuse the next day that I was asleep, that would be quite nice.

But when midnight arrived, her body woke up instinctively, and she looked nervously at the wooden staircase leading to the top floor.

Furong Street is always more lively at night than during the day. At this time, there are no closing times. The street is filled with laughter and is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. If you ignore the people who are not dressed properly, it is as lively as a festival.

He probably wouldn't do that. There are so many women in the building, all of whom are more skilled than her. Why would he single her out?

There's no need to worry.

Wutong cheered herself up in her heart, walked up to the fifth floor, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

That's Duan Fufeng's voice.

As she thought about it, she pushed open the door and saw him still sitting behind his desk, his posture unchanged from when he left, except that the wick in the oil lamp was shorter.

Wutong stood by the door, expecting him to talk to her, but he just quietly looked at the book in his hands.

If she hadn't already acknowledged the other person, she would have doubted whether they knew she had arrived.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Fufeng finally put down his book, glanced at her, got up, took off his coat, and said, "Let's go to sleep."

Sleep, sleep?

Which household's butler would sleep with the master?

Wutong almost choked on her saliva, looking at him with great hesitation, wondering again whether to remove her veil and reveal her identity.

Duan Fufeng had already gotten into bed, removed his jade crown, and let his smooth black hair fall behind his head. He beckoned to her while resting his head on the pillow.

"come over."

Wutong shuffled over, taking one step at a time, and braced herself to get into bed. She figured she wouldn't move unless the enemy moved, and she'd try to get away with it first.

Duan Fufeng raised his hand to stop her, frowning as he asked, "What are you doing?"

He pointed to the bedside, "There's a chair there."

Wutong, not understanding what was going on, pulled her foot back from the edge of the bed, put on her shoes, and sat down in the chair he pointed to.

Duan Fufeng reached out and placed her hand on the edge of the bed. After a moment of contemplation, she put her hand over there.

The other person grasped it and slowly exhaled.

"Turn off the lights."

"Huh...huh..."

Wutong blew twice into the oil lamp on the desk, extinguishing the flame.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Duan Fufeng's regular breathing was close to his ear, and he could clearly feel that familiar warmth on his wrist.

If she closes her eyes, she might vaguely imagine that she has returned to the past, to the time before she and Duan Fufeng separated.

With mixed feelings, Wutong leaned back in her chair. From her angle, she could see Duan Fufeng's nose and brow bone illuminated by the dim light.

How could someone who looks so much like him not be him?

As she thought about it, a feeling of fatigue washed over her. Wutong's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally she drifted off to sleep.

The first rays of morning sunlight fell on her eyelids, making her frown and wake up from her dream.

She remained seated in the chair and slept in that uncomfortable position all night. Now, her back aches, her legs feel numb, and nothing in her body feels normal.

Wutong raised her hand to rub her neck, suddenly realizing that her hand was free again. She looked at the bed. The blankets were neatly folded, and Duan Fufeng was nowhere to be seen. The sheets were cold; he must have gotten up long ago.

He sleeps so late, how come he gets up so early?

Wutong dragged her two unruly legs, leaning against the wall as she walked out. Just as she came down the stairs, she saw the madam from yesterday coming towards her.

The madam and Duan Fufeng seemed to know each other quite well. Wutong hesitated whether to greet them, but the madam spoke up first, saying urgently, "Miss Amu, why are you still here? Hurry up and get ready, we're about to leave."

Set off?

where to?

Afraid of giving herself away, Wutong didn't ask her anything. She quickly went back to her room to wash up and then went to the window to look outside. Several cars were already parked in the yard, and several men were carrying things in and out. One of them was Eleven, whom she had met before.

Wutong closed the window, ran downstairs empty-handed, and walked to the car.

The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome but bearded, unfamiliar face. She stared, momentarily stunned. The man asked, "You don't have any luggage?"

Hearing the familiar voice, she realized it was Duan Fufeng in disguise. She stared at his face in disbelief, finding it ridiculous.

Duan Fufeng stared at her without moving. Suddenly remembering the question he had asked her, she scratched her head and said, "I don't have much luggage."

Duan Fufeng hummed in agreement, gave some instructions to someone nearby, and soon returned with a bundle, handing it to Wutong.

Wutong held the dress in her arms and opened it to find two modified dresses inside, with tighter cuffs and linings for easier daily activities.

What's even more surprising is that there's a package of fragrant sesame seed cakes inside. The oil paper is still warm, so they must have been bought that morning.