Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 650: His Indescribable Protective Affection (3)_1

Chapter 650: Chapter 650: His Indescribable Protective Affection (3)_1

The Xuetuan in the Space, although it had foreseen it, did not alert Mo Yan out loud. With such a lucky daughter like her master, blessed with the assistance of a noble, her master’s father would surely be safe and sound. However, her master needed to keep growing!

On the third day of the autumn examinations, Yan Junyu, dressed in a low-key manner, entered Liu Yang Village in a modestly decorated carriage. What was not so modest was the line of several dozen open carts following the carriage, successfully attracting villagers from the elderly in their eighties to toddlers who had just learned to walk to come and watch.

Mo Yan, with an expression that spoke volumes, ushered the visitors in and decisively closed the courtyard gate, cutting off the numerous ambiguous gazes from outside.

Yan Junyu’s visit this time was for the high-yield rice. He should have come to take away the rice as soon as he returned from the Phoenix Mountain Hunting Ground, but he was delayed by some matters and only now found the time.

Mo Yan had thought that Yan Junyu would go straight to business and leave as soon as he finished. To her surprise, as soon as he entered, he ordered Guan Yu to lead others to the Mo Family’s granary to bag and weigh the recently harvested high-yield rice. Meanwhile, he made himself comfortable under the vine, commanding her to serve tea and pastries, not to mention a variety of delicious juicy fruits, like he would to a maid.

Busy as ever, Mo Yan served the refreshments and let Little Flower keep him company. She was about to leave for the construction site to check on building materials when Yan Junyu’s lazy voice stopped her: "Missing you for just a short while won’t halt the work. I rarely come by, and you won’t keep me company? Other girls would beg for such an opportunity!"

A twitch formed at the corner of Mo Yan’s eye. Why did that sound so irksome? Even if some girls fancied his looks, they wouldn’t have the shamelessness to openly beg to see him—unless they were indeed a "true lady." If he said such a thing to other girls, it would surely bring them to tears!

Knowing he was bored and deliberately provoking her, Mo Yan replied indifferently, "If that’s the case, Young Master Yan, go and find a girl like that. Remember to take plenty of silver when you go; just having a handsome face won’t cut it there."

Yan Junyu’s aim was not achieved. Sitting up straight, he asked in surprise, "You’re not angry?"

He had used this line before to tease countless pretentious girls who were too eager to get close to him, and every one of them ended up crying and calling him a rogue to his face. Otherwise, his reputation for being a spoiled and lecherous man wouldn’t have spread throughout the capital.

Looking at Yan Junyu as if he were an idiot and feeding Little Flower a strawberry, Mo Yan said cheerfully, "I know you’re trying to rile me up. If I got angry, wouldn’t I just be falling into your trap?"

Besides, if your reputation as a spoiled womanizer spreads, in the future when you meet a girl you truly fancy, it’s you who will suffer the consequences—though she felt there was no need to remind this man who would most likely sneer at the notion.

"Hmph, you do speak your mind!" Yan Junyu failed to meet his goal and even got ridiculed by Mo Yan. However, far from being angry, he felt a sense of closeness to her attitude and couldn’t help but reveal a devilishly charming smile, "Since you admit I have a face to show, do tell me how I stack up against Hanzhang. Who comes out on top?"

Mo Yan was at a loss for words. Just how vain could a man be, to be so keen on comparing his looks with other men? Yet faced with Yan Junyu’s "If you don’t tell me, I won’t let you leave" attitude, she reluctantly gave a truthful reply, "Young Master, you and Bro Xiao have entirely different temperaments and appearances. It’s very hard to say who is better."

Yan Junyu was unsatisfied with this answer. What soured him even more was the differing modes of address in Mo Yan’s words. Why address him so politely as "Young Master Yan" yet call the other man "Bro Xiao"? That Big Ice Cube had a bad temper, always wore a cold expression, and didn’t even know how to sweet-talk. No matter how good he looked, in what ways could he be better than him?