Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 528 Orchard Harvest (3)_1

Chapter 528: Chapter 528 Orchard Harvest (3)_1

The villagers working in the fields had never seen such a spectacle before, so they began to discuss it among themselves. Eventually, they simply abandoned their hoes and followed the carriage to enjoy the excitement.

Fortunately, Yan Junyu had brought more than twenty guards, who were vigilant in encircling the carriage, so the villagers sensed that the person inside the carriage was not to be trifled with, nor did they dare to get too close, or else they would indeed be unable to take a single step further.

By the time the carriage stopped in the open space in front of the Mo Family’s estate, it was already surrounded tightly by an ever-growing crowd of villagers, three layers deep. When Mo Yan came out, she saw the villagers estimating the price of the horses and the carriage with audible tsk-tsks.

Mo Yan looked at the glittering golden carriage with strands of black hair falling across her forehead, and all she could see written on it in shining big letters was: "I am a rich tycoon; come and rob me!"

The carriage door opened from the inside, and the first to descend was Yan Junyu’s attendant Guan Yu.

Seeing Guan Yu’s extraordinary clothing and his unique demeanor, the villagers assumed he was the noble person and were just about to discuss this, when they saw another hand reaching out from the carriage.

Merely upon seeing that unbelievably graceful and beautiful hand, the villagers instantly guessed that its owner was the true noble person.

Yan Junyu appeared before everyone in his Purple Gold Thread Embroidered Peony robe and adorned with the Purple Jade Gold Crown—Mo Yan felt as if her eyes were being blinded by the brilliance!

This man’s taste, as always, was... extraordinarily (sao) distinctive (bao)!

However, Mo Yan had to admit that a handsome man with a good figure and great charisma looks good in anything he wears. If anyone else wore that same outfit, it could only be described as unbearably tacky, but on Yan Junyu, it elevated the whole ensemble by several levels of grandeur.

Yan Junyu leisurely stepped down from the carriage, oblivious to the gasps of admiration around him, and after surveying the estate before him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then, composing himself, he walked straight to Mo Yan and spoke with a leisurely voice, as if a cloud lazily drifting across the sky, "Miss Mo, as the saying goes, ’a visitor brings good fortune.’ Won’t you invite me to sit inside?"

Mo Yan twitched the corner of her eye and then stepped aside to make a space, smiling faintly, "Your visit to my humble house honors me greatly, Young Master Yan. You are most welcome!"

Yan Junyu glanced at Mo Yan, whose words were at odds with her thoughts, and with a dazzling smile on his handsome face, he leisurely opened his Jade Bone Fan and walked in without the slightest reservation.

It was just that gentle smile, so devastatingly charming, that instantly captivated everyone. By the time the onlookers came to their senses, the Mo Family’s gates had already closed, and the guards along with the carriage had vanished without a trace.

The crowd was greatly disappointed but then quickly excited again, gathering in groups, speculating about the lavishly dressed noble person’s identity, as well as their relationship with Mo Yan.

In short, for the next ten days or half a month, a new topic for gossip had been added under the Ancient Poplar Tree.

Only in this topic, the relationship between Mo Yan and Yan Junyu was cloaked in a hue of ambiguity.

Mo Yan led Yan Junyu to the hall, intending to speak directly about the fruit and send him packing afterward, but this man did not play by the rules. Like a stroll in his own backyard, he perused the entire Mo Family estate without needing anyone to guide him, not even sparing the chicken pen.

"Not bad at all, I didn’t expect to find such a unique estate in this remote and poor place! Little girl, you’ve got good taste!" Yan Junyu said lazily as he sat on the stone bench, looking at the lush vines above his head, and he didn’t stint his praise.

This was the Mo Family’s backyard. Last year, Mo Yan had transplanted several vines from the mountains and planted them here. Under the nourishment of the Spirit Spring Water, the vines flourished remarkably, winding tightly around the stone tables and chairs so that even at noon, one wouldn’t feel the scorching heat outside.