Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 405: Ruthless (1)_1

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Ruthless (1)_1

After night fell, it didn’t take long before someone set off the first string of firecrackers. As if in response, bursts of firecrackers rang out one after another over Liu Yang Village. Amidst a long string of firecrackers, the Mo Family, along with three animals, sat together and noisily finished off two whole pots of dumplings.

There was no need to stay up late on the eve of the Chinese Lunar New Year’s Eve, so after the family chatted around the brazier for a while, they each carried hot water back to their rooms, planning to rest after soaking their feet in warm water. Mo Yan, too, returned to her small courtyard with the three well-fed beasts. The other local dogs had been chased back to their homes by Little Flower to celebrate the New Year earlier that day.

After putting Little Flower and Dabai into Space, Mo Yan was about to take Mao Tuan with her when the sound of Maomao’s barking came from outside. The door to the small hall was scratched noisily, which sounded a bit piercing to the ears.

Mo Yan’s heart stirred, and she hurriedly opened the door. Maomao dashed in, carrying a heavy chill with it. It stood on the ground and vigorously shook, scattering the snowflakes on its feathers, which then settled to the ground and soon melted away, leaving only shallow watermarks.

Mao Tuan hadn’t seen Maomao for two or three days and seemed to miss it dearly. Wagging its tail, it pounced forward and reached out its paw, which was nearly the size of a grown person’s palm, delicately playing with Maomao’s body. It made tiny, cat-like sounds that were very affectionate.

But Maomao was one to hold grudges and still remembered the previous feather-plucking incident. It wasn’t at all fond of Mao Tuan. With its sharp eagle talons, Maomao screeched and fiercely scratched at Mao Tuan’s fluffy face, showing no restraint.

Mao Tuan twisted its body and deftly stretched backward, dodging the disfiguring strike, then reached out its paw to pat back in a move as smooth as flowing water, clearly not its first time doing this.

The two creatures took turns attacking each other, enjoying the tussle. Mo Yan was used to it by now; after all, as long as Maomao was home, these two beasts and their friend would never be calm.

After they had played and fought for a while and settled down temporarily, Mo Yan took the opportunity to grab Maomao and remove the letter from its leg, then casually threw it into Space.

In Space, there was the Spiritual Spring and peach trees. Maomao never wanted to come out once it was inside.

Looking at the thin piece of paper in her hand that was almost weightless, Mo Yan’s heartbeat suddenly quickened.

She regretted sending that pair of gloves after just waking up from a sleep. In this era, corresponding with a man was already exceeding propriety, and in a thoughtless fervor, she had made a pair of gloves and even sent them to the man’s hands. She wasn’t afraid of others finding out, nor was she worried that the man would think her frivolous. Rather, she was filled with trepidation.

Yes, trepidation!

At first, when the man left Maomao with her, she had no intention of writing him a letter. Later, his letters, which made her laugh and cry, compelled her to reply, and unexpectedly, the correspondence went back and forth several times. With every reply, she secretly warned herself that it was just normal communication between friends, nothing more.

But no matter how she comforted herself, the fact was that she had foolishly made those gloves and eagerly sent them. Unwittingly, she had already invested feelings that went beyond friendship. Now, she could no longer continue to feign ignorance.

In this life, without the threat to her life, she didn’t have to worry about dying young. If it was someone who moved her heart, she was willing to try a relationship to make up for the regrets of her previous life. But if that person was Xiao Ruiyuan, she couldn’t let herself indulge.

Even in the modern era with its liberal ideas, many still clung to the notion of matching social status, paying attention to marrying equals. In this time, matching one’s social standing was even more crucial. Moreover, in a world where men were revered and could have multiple wives and concubines, it was rare to find a family of modest means that upheld a lifetime commitment to a single partner, so what of those from distinguished households and noble families?