She Wants to Divorce Chapter 50

"Teacher Ji, how do you plan to market this skill?"

"Teacher Ji, can you write love letters and love poems?"

"Why don't you show us a sample first?"

Teasing voices rose in the room. Bo Yu was laughing heartily, and the other two who weren't very familiar with Ji Yaoguang also started to joke. In their mory, love letters were sothing very ancient, perhaps slipping a few pieces of paper into a pretty girl's desk in elentary school. Though innocent and pure, it had long been distant from their current lives. Now, picking up a phone ant sending a text ssage—even phone calls were pitifully rare, as if they had lost that innate, simple romance in their nature.

"Teacher Ji is a talented student from Z University's Chinese Departnt," Jiang Yusheng's quiet defense stood out among the teasing laughter. She didn't dare to et Ji Yaoguang's eyes, and when everyone's gaze focused on her, she lowered her head even more shyly, gripping the hem of her clothes, revealing a hint of unease.

"That's right," Jiang Zhaozhi also chid in with a smile, "Teacher Ji, why don't you compose a poem on the spot?"

In the past, many people online had clamored about Ji Yaoguang's educational background and upbringing, thinking it was to cover up her unsavory past. Little did they know they would be thoroughly embarrassed later. Even those claiming to be Ji Yaoguang's classmates ca out saying she was completely unproductive and had a terrible reputation among the departnt's professors. Unexpectedly, those professors who didn't care about the entertainnt circle also ca out to clarify, praising Ji Yaoguang endlessly. Sotis they even envied Ji Yaoguang's innate privilege; she didn't need to experience that period of desperate struggle that others did.

"You an compose a poem in seven steps?" Ji Yaoguang glanced at Jiang Zhaozhi and replied with a smile, "If I compose one, will you give

all your funds? Want to bet?"

Jiang Zhaozhi waved his hand, pretending to be scared: "Buddha says, no gambling, no gambling, gambling is a sin."

Bo Yu laughed: "Buddha says, I never said that."

After a round of laughter, everyone had made up their minds. They left the inn in twos and threes, with the caran quickly following behind. Wasn't this living state exactly what they were supposed to film? Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu were tasked with picking wild vegetables, but their pace was unhurried. ng Village was considered a large village with several hundred households. There were quite a few people walking on the road, and seeing these uniquely dressed individuals, they couldn't help but take a few more looks. However, they didn't gather around to watch the commotion, perhaps because the production team had already inford the village that big stars were coming to film in the countryside.

"The ng Village Central Elentary School is to the east," Ji Yaoguang stopped and pointed to a building noticeably taller than its surroundings in the distance.

"You really want to go write love poems for them?" Chang Yu chuckled, "If I rember correctly, soone once said they would only write love poems for one person."

Ji Yaoguang had indeed said such words. She rubbed her chin and leaned close to Chang Yu's ear, whispering, "I'll write it and make a copy for you. Your handwriting is beautiful, so that counts as writing a love poem for you, right?" The caraman following them, Liu Ran, was Ji Yaoguang's die-hard fan. On one hand, he was glad to be the first fan to taste this sweet dog food, but on the other hand, he wanted to cover his eyes to avoid being blinded by this atmosphere. However, even if the two were just strolling in the fields, he still had to film them. Zhao Beiting had emphasized the details many tis, insisting that the footage should be authentic yet beautiful.

To the west of ng Village was a stretch of continuous fields, with small hills rising in between, all cultivated by locals with tea trees. The spring soil was damp and soft, with patches of tender green grass swaying gently in the breeze. Among the young grass grew a wild vegetable that locals called "hu cong." "This is Chinese onion. It's very fragrant when used in fried rice with eggs!" Ji Yaoguang's voice was a bit excited as she easily stepped over the small ditch at the edge of the field, pulled up a stalk of Chinese onion, and waved to Chang Yu. She had hardly ever worked in the fields, and her knowledge of wild vegetables ca from cookbooks and plant guides she had read before, relying on her powerful mory to search in all directions. "Let's just pick so Chinese onions to take back. With these, what other wild vegetables do we need?"

Chang Yu naturally had no objection to what Ji Yaoguang said, but the two had forgotten to bring a bag when they left. Each held a large handful, looking quite comical. Liu Ran, holding the cara, was secretly laughing during a rest break, not knowing he had attracted Ji Yaoguang's attention. He saw the goddess in his heart striding towards him step by step, flashing an enchanting smile. His heart skipped a beat, a tingling sensation spreading through his limbs. Just as Liu Ran thought he had turned back into the shy teenage boy first seeing a beautiful female teacher, he heard Ji Yaoguang say, "Brother Liu, your pockets are bigger. Can we use them to hold so Chinese onions?"

"......" Liu Ran looked down at the Chinese onions in his pocket, silently reciting in his heart, "Whatever the goddess says is right."

Though they were filming a show, it felt more like returning to nature, giving their tense nerves a break. A road ran through the middle of the fields, with small three-wheeled vehicles occasionally puttering by. n with hoes were weeding in the fields, while two or three children who had snuck out of school were running around flying kites. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there was no sense of discomfort; instead, they felt completely relaxed. Ji Yaoguang turned her head to et Chang Yu's deep gaze, not knowing how long she had been watching her. If it weren't for the large handful of wild vegetables in her hands, she would have liked to hold Chang Yu's hand and stroll through the countryside.

Chang Yu withdrew her gaze and chuckled, "Let's head back."

With the spring thaw just beginning and a pleasant spring breeze, if there was one wish at this mont, it would be for this road to have no end, to walk together until their hair turns white with age. Ji Yaoguang nodded thoughtfully. She saw a smudge of dirt on Chang Yu's face and raised her hand, only to realize that if she wiped it with her sleeve, Chang Yu might end up looking like a painted cat. She felt an itch in her heart, wanting to see the usually cool Chang Yu in such a cute state, but rembering Liu Ran behind them, she deflated. So sights were not ant for others to see.

Turning a corner, they could see the "Ti Traveler's Inn." Ji Yaoguang's steps gradually quickened. Suddenly, they heard a drawn-out shout, and an uncle riding a three-wheeled vehicle urgently applied the brakes. The back of the tricycle was loaded with so wood. Noticing Chang Yu's eyes light up, Ji Yaoguang stepped forward to strike up a conversation: "Uncle, where are you taking this wood?"

Seeing a pretty girl ask, the uncle smiled kindly and said, "You an these offcuts? Taking them out for unified processing."

"Small-leaf zitan, huanghuali, purple sandalwood......" Chang Yu walked to Ji Yaoguang's side and asked, "Uncle, are you selling these scraps?"

"Little miss, you know about this?" The uncle was surprised to see Chang Yu accurately na the wood types, his eyes widening. He patted the tricycle and laughed, "They were going to be processed anyway. If you need them, just take them. No need to haggle."

"Thank you, Uncle," Ji Yaoguang didn't say much more, just thanked him and stuffed the Chinese onions into Liu Ran's hat pocket. She then began selecting so relatively intact pieces of wood. When she first got to know Chang Yu, she thought soone with such a cool temperant would surely be interested in refined pursuits like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She never imagined Chang Yu would find satisfaction amidst flying wood shavings. Half of the bookshelves at ho were filled with Ji Yaoguang's ancient texts, while the other half contained design, woodworking, and carpentry books that Chang Yu perused. The task of going out to film the show had gradually distanced her from her hobby, but she didn't expect to encounter such a pleasant surprise here. Calculating the ti they would spend here, Ji Yaoguang didn't take too much wood. She waved goodbye to the kind uncle and turned to smile happily at Chang Yu.

By the ti they dawdled back to the inn, the other guests had already arrived and were leisurely drinking hot tea, seemingly unconcerned about their funds. Seeing Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu return, they thought they had found sothing good, but after seeing it was wood, they sighed.

"There's a kitchen here, no need to burn wood. Why did you two bring this back?"

"What do you know?" Ji Yaoguang glared at Bo Yu irritatedly and snorted.

"Teacher Ji, you, I, you have sothing on your face," Jiang Yusheng, who had been sitting quietly to the side, suddenly stood up. She stared nervously at Ji Yaoguang, stumbling over her words. She simply approached, took out a wet wipe from her pocket, and walked up to Ji Yaoguang to wipe her face.

Ji Yaoguang was startled by her action and quickly stepped back.

Chang Yu pursed her lips slightly and glanced at Ji Yaoguang, her eyes flashing with aningful light.

"Let

wipe your face," Ji Yaoguang put down the wood she was holding and said softly.

"No need," Chang Yu snorted in response. Probably realizing her voice was too cold, she added, "Look at your hands. I'd better do it myself."

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken first by Jiang Yusheng's voice that sounded on the verge of tears.

"Teacher Chang, Teacher Ji, I'm sorry, I, I—" She bowed deeply to Chang Yu, saying nervously, "I didn't an anything by it. I just really admire Teacher Ji, but, but not in that way, I just—" Her gaze turned to Bian Yuting, seeking help.

Bian Yuting yawned and said, "Alright, don't explain to them. It's good to make Chang Yu a bit jealous. Don't you see her expression is more lively than before?"