She deserved a grander stage to showcase her talent.
"But I hear that Mr. Wen is quite difficult to deal with. He’s stubborn and has a bit of a temper. He’s never been fond of seeing strangers and rarely agrees to et with people who seek his help."
"If you want to go talk to him, I’ll go with you. I’m sure that once Mr. Wen ets you, he’ll be moved by your sincerity and talent."
After all, few people who truly knew Song Qingya could dislike her.
There was the aura she radiated from within, and the gentle yet distinctive way she treated others.
He had absolute confidence in his wife’s charm.
"Okay."
A brilliant smile blood on Song Qingya’s face when he said he would go with her to see Mr. Wen.
She stood on her tiptoes and gently wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her whole body lted into his embrace as she gave him a hug.
’Don’t worry, you made the right choice in picking .’
’After all, I have the bonus of Qin Xichen’s abilities.’
She had originally been a Great dical Woman of superb skill from several thousand years ago.
She could diagnose many complex and rare illnesses at a glance and know exactly how to treat them.
Unfortunately, that era was plagued by constant warfare, and the common people suffered endlessly.
She never had a suitable opportunity to display her true talents.
But in this life, perhaps that opportunity had finally arrived.
"Then shall we go see Mr. Wen together next week?"
Song Qingya asked softly, still in his arms.
"Mmm-hmm!"
Fei Jin nodded, gently stroking her back in response.
Sunlight stread through the window, bathing the two of them in its glow.
In the courtyard, the green shade was dappled, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently.
Although it was noon and the sun was blazing high in the sky,
a refreshing coolness drifted through the air.
A light breeze blew past, carrying the faint scents of flowers and fresh fruit.
Song Qingya had always loved this kind of cool, refreshing feeling.
She was especially fond of this spot for cooling off, right under the large banyan tree in the center of the courtyard.
So she had placed a woven rattan lounge chair under the tree and made a habit of napping there during her lunch break.
Today’s lunch break was no exception.
Just a mont ago, she had been in the study writing out several wellness prescriptions for so of her elderly neighbors.
Not long after finishing, she had started to feel drowsy.
Figuring she had nothing urgent to do, she went straight to her familiar chair to lie down and rest for a bit.
Seeing this, Fei Jin nodded lightly in agreent. He grabbed a thin blanket and draped it over Song Qingya, worried she might catch a chill in her sleep.
Then he sat beside her without a word.
He simply watched her face, his gaze full of tenderness.
Sunlight dappled the courtyard.
An unknown amount of ti passed.
Just then, Xiao Yang arrived in a hurry.
He gently pushed open the courtyard gate, peeking through a small crack.
The first thing he saw was his village chief, sitting in the courtyard with his chin in his hand, leaning to one side.
And beside him, Song Qingya was sleeping peacefully.
Her features were gentle, her expression serene, and a faint smile seed to play on her lips.
’The village chief even stands guard while she sleeps...’
’The love between them is truly enviable.’
The scene before him left Xiao Yang montarily stunned. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion, and his eyes filled with sentint.
"Who is it?"
Just then, Fei Jin’s ears twitched.
Hearing the faint footsteps, he imdiately opened his eyes and glanced warily toward the courtyard gate.
He looked closely and saw it was Xiao Yang.
He promptly raised a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence.
Xiao Yang understood at once and nodded.
So as not to disturb her rest, he quietly backed out of the gate and gently closed it again.
Only after the gate was fully closed did Fei Jin ask in a low voice,
"What are you doing here? Didn’t you take leave to go back to your hotown?"
Xiao Yang smiled and replied quietly, "I was on my way. But Lu Yao said I’m a witness in that case and she needed to ask for so details, so I stayed instead of continuing ho."
"Lu Yao? Who’s that? Is she the young woman who arm-wrestled Song Qingya before?"
Fei Jin frowned, trying to recall. The na sounded vaguely familiar.
He did have so impression of the girl.
Her unusual contest with Song Qingya, in particular, had caught his attention.
Xiao Yang nodded repeatedly. "That’s right! It’s her! Village chief, I’m not exaggerating at all. This Lu Yao is incredibly capable. She’s decisive and efficient, never slacks off, and she’s very polite. And when she smiles, she has these two little dimples. It’s really cute!"
He even rubbed the back of his head a little shyly, his cheeks flushing slightly as his eyes lit up.
Watching him, the corners of Fei Jin’s mouth lifted into a slight smile.
His gaze rested on Xiao Yang’s face, his expression thoughtful.
’This kid...’
’He hasn’t developed a crush on her, has he?’
"So you didn’t go ho on your leave because you were helping the police with that case? Is that all you ca to report?"
As he was speaking, Xiao Yang suddenly seed to rember sothing.
He jolted, and his expression quickly turned serious.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot the important business."
He slapped his forehead and ruffled his hair in annoyance.
He quickly composed himself and continued, "Village chief, the man nad Qi Yuzhu has been sentenced. For suspected ho invasion robbery and attempted rape, the court sentenced him to ten years in prison in the first trial."
He paused, glanced at Fei Jin’s expression, and then added,
"Wen Xiuxiu was sentenced to four years. She was an accomplice, so her cri was considered less severe."
The sentences were within Fei Jin’s expectations.
"However—"
Xiao Yang’s tone suddenly grew heavier, and his voice dropped a little.
"According to Lu Yao, this Wen Xiuxiu was completely defiant in court. She not only announced on the spot that she would appeal, but she even filed for a retrial."
He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"What’s more troubleso is that she hasn’t been quiet during her days in the detention center. She’s either on a hunger strike or she’s pounding on the table and screaming in her room. Two days ago, she even smashed a bowl and tried to cut her wrist with a shard, saying she wouldn’t stop until she saw Song Qingya."
After hearing this, Fei Jin gave a soft laugh.
His expression remained calm.
"She’s full of tricks, isn’t she?"
The mont Wen Xiuxiu’s na was ntioned, an image of that insidious and pretentious woman involuntarily appeared in his mind.
After a short pause, he added in a low voice, "Qingya is pregnant now. She can’t get too tired or be disturbed in any way. Under these circumstances, how could I possibly let her see that kind of person?"
"That’s what I said!"
Xiao Yang nodded vigorously, his voice growing more agitated.
"I tried to reason with her, but that Wen Xiuxiu just wouldn’t listen. Lu Yao even ntioned that it wouldn’t be so easy for her to die even if she really wanted to. Does she think she can find loopholes once she’s in prison? Not a chance."
"They’ve already moved her to a solitary cell over there."
Xiao Yang sounded a little proud as he said this.
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