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

Wutong knew that Amu said she loved him, that he was her husband, and that she was willing to do nothing but stay by his side for the rest of her life.

She had already broken her promise, and even if she made the same vow, he wouldn't believe her, which is why she was ruthlessly eliminated.

I remember Ruolan saying something many years ago.

Men are drawn to women who are gentle and tender, with a spirit of sacrifice, ideally willing to abandon everything to be by their side and unconditionally support them. If beauty is also a factor, then such a woman truly becomes their ideal.

To win a man's heart, you don't even need to give your true feelings; you can easily win him over by simply putting on this facade.

At the time, Wutong scoffed at this argument and believed that she would never fall in love with such a superficial and selfish man.

Today, Ruolan is still thriving with her theories, but she has been defeated by someone else's gentle but deadly schemes.

Li Deming said, "I don't know why the prince made this choice, but he must have his reasons. I hope you can part amicably and not drag things out."

Wutong, holding her bundle, wanted to say a few words. Suddenly, a figure rushed up from behind, snatched the bundle from her hands, and slammed it hard against Li Deming's head.

"Get out! Take your filthy money and get out! Call your blind prince over here, I want to ask him what makes Sister Wutong inferior to that fake!"

Although the bundle was filled with paper money, it was quite heavy due to the large quantity.

Li Deming's face turned visibly red, and he staggered. However, he quickly regained his balance and remained silent, staring at the furious mountain.

Shan's body was still very weak, and he had to lean against the wall to curse, but his mouth was merciless.

"Are you all blinded by lard? You can't even tell who's real and who's fake. If that woman is really Sister Wutong, why won't she even talk to me? How could she say such shameless things? Even if Sister Wutong were struck by lightning, she wouldn't be as shameless as her, clinging to men every day..."

"Mountain……"

Wutong didn't want things to get too ugly, so she raised her hand to stop her.

Shan pushed her hand away forcefully and then launched into a tirade of abuse at her.

"I told you to work harder and not let others beat you to it! Now look what happened, the fake goods are left behind, but you've been kicked out."

Li Deming frowned and said:

"If you're really not satisfied, you can go and reason with the Prince. Why are you making a scene here?"

"Find her! Of course I'll find her! I'll explain to everyone in the Prince's mansion that that woman isn't Sister Wutong, she's a fraud! If Your Highness doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll just take you all down with me!"

Seeing that she was so angry that she was almost out of her mind, Wutong quickly pulled her from behind and whispered, "Calm down, don't be angry."

"I did all this for you!"

"What's done is done, can getting angry solve anything?"

Shan stood there, stunned, staring at her for a while, then suddenly clutched his head and burst into tears.

"Waaah... My poor Wutong sister, she finally returned to the palace, but she can't even find her own identity... You bunch of bastards, not one of you is a good person..."

Wutong let go of her hand absentmindedly, and she lost her strength and slid to the ground, her undergarments covered in mud.

She ignored him completely and just sat on the ground crying uncontrollably.

A clap of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, followed by raindrops.

The sound of crying, accompanied by the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, lingered in the ears of the three people, but no one spoke.

Looking at Shan's weeping face, Li Deming felt a slight pang of regret, but quickly reaffirmed that he had not done anything wrong.

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. Since Duan Fufeng was able to ruthlessly sever this relationship, as his subordinate, he naturally had to do his best to help him.

Seeing that the muddy ground was already soaked by the raindrops, they knew they would be drenched if they didn't go in soon. Wutong bent down to help Shan, but Shan choked back tears and pushed her hand away, refusing her kindness.

She had no choice but to pick up the money on the ground first. A total of 100,000 yuan in banknotes were scattered on the ground, but fortunately they were all bundled up and had not fallen apart.

She picked up the money, put it back in her bundle, tied a knot, and went to Fushan.

This time, Shan didn't push her away. He grabbed her hand, stood up straight, and raised his head, his face covered in tears.

Wutong wiped away her tears with her sleeve and whispered, "Don't cry, tears are never worth anything."

Especially the tears of the loser, which only invite ridicule.

Shan stopped being angry and asked, feeling wronged, "Are you really going to leave alone? I can't bear to part with you. The Prince's mansion is so big, how could it not accommodate you? Why don't we go talk to the Prince again? Maybe he'll agree to let you stay."

Wutong shook her head and smiled, "Who said I was going to leave alone? We're going together."

"You mean..."

Shan stopped crying and pointed in surprise to his nose.

Wutong said, "That's right, you're coming with me."

Shan burst into laughter through his tears, wrapped his arms around her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "That's more like it."

After saying that, she glared at Li Deming.

"What are you still standing here for? We've already said we're leaving, aren't you satisfied? Are you trying to force us to leave by the neck?"

Li Deming frowned deeply, and Wutong quickly said, "She was just saying that out of anger, but we'll pack our things and leave in a bit. We won't pester her. By the way, remember to tell the Prince when you get back that I won't cause him any trouble. Once I find a job, I'll return that house to him, so he won't have to support me for the rest of my life."

Having been personally instructed by Duan Fufeng to be sent away, she must have been much more heartbroken than the mountains, so how could she be so calm?

Li Deming scrutinized her face, a hint of admiration involuntarily appearing in his eyes, and agreed to her request.

"I will tell him. Duan Baier, Wu... I'm entrusting the two of them to you. Make sure they are delivered safely."

Duan Bai'er responded, and Li Deming was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Wutong.

"This is what the prince asked me to give you. Take a look."

Wutong took it and casually stuffed it into her bundle without even opening it.

Li Deming reminded her not to forget, and she absentmindedly replied, urging Shan Dao, "Hurry up and go inside to put on some clothes, don't catch a cold."

When Shan learned that she was willing to take him with her, he was in a great mood. He rolled his eyes at Li Deming, and the two went into the house.

Li Deming had other things to attend to, so he left Duan Baier there to await orders, while he himself hurriedly left in the heavy rain.

Inside the house, Wutong tidied up an empty wooden box, put a few clothes and a set of bedding inside, and then realized that she had nothing else.

Everything in this house belongs to Amu, including the dog in the yard.

Since Amu no longer acknowledges herself as Amu, will she still care about that dog?

After thinking for a moment, Wutong carried the dog into the house, dried it off from the rain, and decided to take it with her.

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