"Ah?" An Hao was startled for a moment, then she remembered the scuffle she had with the little thief and realized that was when her face got dirty.
She rummaged through her pocket for a handkerchief, but before she could find it, a blue and white striped handkerchief was handed to her.
An Hao took the handkerchief and wiped her face, intending to return it to Qin Jian, but then it seemed a bit improper.
So, she stuffed the dirty handkerchief directly into her pocket: "I'll return it to you after I wash it."
"No need. Keep it," Qin Jian said in a deep voice. Seeing her starting to pack up, he couldn't help but add, "Girl, be more careful in the future."
An Hao finished packing and glared at him as she got off.
Qin Jian was a bit stunned. Was he being despised?
Had he just been glared at by her?
For the first time in his life, the perennially cold Qin Jian felt uncertain. He didn't understand; he had saved the girl, so why had he received a glare?
Her attitude towards him had changed so drastically compared to before she got on the vehicle, hadn't it?
An Hao was extremely grateful to Qin Jian in her heart. The reason she glared at him was that he had failed to tell her that her face was dirty before boarding, allowing her to sleep in front of him with smudged makeup for the entire trip... the whole trip...
Qin Jian actually felt very wronged, as his attention had been solely on rescuing her and driving the car. How could he have noticed that?
After getting off, An Hao placed all her belongings in her basket, thanked Qin Jian again, watched his vehicle drive away, and then turned to leave.
She had just reached the small bridge in the village with her belongings on her back when she ran into the village gossip, Yang Yonghua, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting idly with others.
"Hey, did you all hear? An Shuchao's daughter Daya was caught sneaking into the grove with the village chief's son."
"Really? Could the An Family's girl be interested in the chief's simpleton son?"
"Of course, it's true! That girl has always looked like a seductress, a flirt through and through, just like her mother!" Yang Yonghua cracked sunflower seeds noisily, maliciously slandering An Hao.
An Hao's mother had been very beautiful in her youth, drawing comparisons with Yang Yonghua when she married into the village.
They were both quite attractive, but An Hao's mother had a good reputation and was warm-hearted, always ready to help her fellow villagers whenever she could, earning her a good reputation over the years.
While Yang Yonghua was known for her wagging tongue, which made most villagers dislike her.
A few years ago, their families had a dispute over housing land, and thereafter, they hardly spoke to each other.
Only a few gossiping women in the village would often gather to chat.
Zhang Juyun laughed upon hearing her: "Yonghua, with how you describe An Hao, even if she were flirty, she wouldn't pick that simpleton, right?"
Yang Yonghua pouted: "Juyun, I know your daughter Song Yueqin is close to her, so you're taking her side. You don't know, but I saw her with that simpleton in the grove with my own eyes, and the village chief's wife admitted it, too. Do you know why she went to the grove with him? For money! The chief's wife wanted to secure An Hao as her daughter-in-law and secretly gave Bai Xue ten yuan as earnest money. It's said that after the deal is done, they'll add another fifty yuan!"
Hearing her detailed account, Zhang Juyun agreed: "You make sense. As Yueqin told me, they really are having a hard time. Which families nowadays only eat pickles with their pancakes? Hers is one of them!"
"Exactly!"
As An Hao got closer, Yang Yonghua pointed: "Look, speak of the devil, and he shall appear."