Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 97 performs artificial respiration on Ye Cheng (around 1 to 3 a.m.)

Chapter 97: 97 performs artificial respiration on Ye Cheng (around 1 to 3 a.m.)

Listening to the words of his uncle, Old Guaizi’s hand holding the teapot paused for a moment, "Uncle, Xiaofeng hasn’t said she won’t get married. It’s just that with her situation, most families won’t accept her, and she won’t settle for someone inferior. When the right one comes along, she’ll definitely tie the knot."

It’s certainly not true that she will never marry.

Xiaofeng doesn’t understand this now, but she will in the future.

Besides, if she really meets someone who treats her well and she’s willing to marry him, then that would settle it.

Uncle had not expected Guaizi to respond this way, "Alright, even if she wants to get married in the future, having a child before marriage is against our forefathers’ rules, and this could potentially bring bad luck. When exactly Xiaofeng will marry, or if she marries at all, is not of much concern to your uncle and me, but her having a child out of wedlock, this is something for which you must give both our families an explanation."

Without an explanation, this matter really can’t be dropped.

After all, it touches on the family’s fortune, and nobody wishes to take such a risk.

As soon as He Ximei heard the other party’s tone, she knew they were angling for a red envelope.

Given Xiaofeng’s situation and following the village customs, a red envelope is expected, but how much to give is a problem.

"Uncle." Guaizi also understood that they were at fault, even by the village’s standards, "Don’t worry, I’m aware of the propriety, and I will deliver it to you tomorrow."

As for how much, that would be up to them.

Seeing that Old Su did not object and seemed sensible, Su Zongming stood up to leave, "Good, I’m just letting you know. You’re the family head; the children might not understand some rules, but you, being an elder, should."

"Yes, tomorrow I’ll have the fat woman fetch a couple of bolts of red cloth." Su knew very well of the village’s customs, "Tomorrow night, have dinner at my house."

"Alright." Su Zongming felt his anger from the confrontation with Donghua dissipate upon hearing Guaizi’s words. Look at that, Guaizi knows what’s proper; he’s not oblivious.

After Su Zongming went back, Guaizi turned and spoke to He Ximei, "Tomorrow, you go get a couple of pieces of red cloth, and prepare two red envelopes too. We shouldn’t break the village’s customs."

There’s an old saying in the village that if a woman gets pregnant before marriage, it will ruin her family’s spiritual energy, and she must give a piece of red cloth and a red envelope to each of her maternal relatives’ families.

Now that such an incident has occurred with Xiaofeng, red cloth and red envelopes are indeed required.

He Ximei understood too, "How much should we put in the red envelopes?"

Guaizi thought for a moment; too little might look bad, but too much would lead people to wonder where the money came from, "Fengfeng..."

Xiaofeng didn’t know what the customs in Lihua Village were, but her dad and He Ximei were quite focused on this issue, "Let’s put six hundred and sixty-six for each household."

In the past, Old Su might not have been comfortable with this amount, but their household could afford it now; he nodded, "Six hundred and sixty-six it is then, an auspicious number."

Early the next morning, He Ximei went with Xiaofeng to town to fetch the red cloth. He Ximei also got some extra cloth to take to the tailor shop for making new clothes for Old Su and Pengzi.

He Ximei’s brother bumped into them at the market, saying his wife was at it again with their mother, and asked her to come back to mediate.

Upon hearing this, He Ximei handed the things she was carrying to Xiaofeng, telling her to take them home while she went back with He Xiyong.

Xiaofeng had some impressions of He Yong’s wife, a formidable character, and He Ximei’s mother, a softer presence; their squabbles were a common occurrence every few days.

Taking the items, she slowly made her way back from the town.

Today was market day, the roads crowded with people in small groups exchanging local gossip, buzzing with life.

"Xiaofeng." Su Wu cycled past, heading home, "Are you on your own? I’ll give you a lift."

Su Wu was two years older than Xiaofeng.

"Brother Wu." Xiaofeng shook her head, "No need, it’s not far. I’ll be there soon."

"Let me take your things at least; save you carrying them," Su Wu offered kindly after glancing at the items Xiaofeng held.

"Okay." Xiaofeng’s eyes smiled, "My dad is at home. You can just bring them to my place."

"Got it." Su Wu secured the items and pedaled off again.

Watching Su Wu’s retreating figure, Xiaofeng contemplated that she must buy a bike. Without transportation, it’s inconvenient to go anywhere.

Nearing home, Xiaofeng decided to take a shortcut through the fields to check on the vegetable garden and pick some fresh vegetables.

Passing by Lao Liu’s medicinal herb plot, she saw Ye Cheng tending the herbs, "Ye Cheng."

Ye Cheng looked up to see Su Xiaofeng standing on the ridges, his handsome eyebrows raising slightly, "Went to the market?"

"Mhmm." Xiaofeng stepped down from the ridge, "You’re not seeing patients today?"

"Grandfather went." Ye Cheng put down his watering can.

Su Xiaofeng noticed some blades of grass in his hair and laughed softly, reaching out to remove them from his head, "You have something on your..."

As soon as Su Xiaofeng touched his hair, Ye Cheng’s eyes closed, and his body stiffly fell to the ground.

"Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng." Su Xiaofeng was terrified, quickly squeezed the philtrum point on his face, her voice frantic, "Ye Cheng, what’s wrong with you? Are you alright?"

Ye Cheng’s eyes were tightly closed, his hands clutching his head as if he were trapped in some kind of pain, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Su Xiaofeng was truly frightened by Ye Cheng’s condition. What was wrong with Ye Cheng?

"Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi," Su Xiaofeng focused her thoughts and called out to Xiaoqi, "Xiaoqi, please check on Doctor Ye quickly. What could be wrong with him?"

Xiaoqi opened its eyes to look and said with a sense of helplessness, "Master, he has previously suffered a head injury."

"Can you save him? The way he looks, he seems like he’s about to die." His complexion was pale, his lips colorless, drenched in sweat—he looked like a trapped beast desperate to break free from its cage at any moment.

"Master, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but he has Ancient Jade protecting his body, and my Spiritual Energy simply can’t get close to him." Xiaoqi felt helpless too.

It was an ancient being as well, and the other party also possessed Ancient Jade.

In the lingo of their kind, it was about each taking care of their own master, without meddling in each other’s affairs.

"Does he also have a space?" Xiaofeng was somewhat confused.

"Probably not, the Spiritual Energy of the Ancient Jade on him is strong; he definitely won’t have any issues." At worst, he would suffer a bit, but there was no risk to his life.

"But he’s in such pain." Su Xiaofeng interrupted her conversation with Xiaoqi and, seeing Ye Cheng’s agonized face, and even his labored breathing, became frantic with worry.

"Master, it’s not that there’s no way, but..."

"What’s the way?"

"You could transfer the Spiritual Energy with your mouth..."

Su Xiaofeng’s mind went blank—didn’t that sound like artificial respiration?

As the other person’s breathing grew more and more rapid, Xiaofeng, seeing him like this, steeled her heart, closed her eyes, and thought, it’s just artificial respiration, what’s the big deal.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head.

The moment they touched, it was as if two streams of electricity shot through both of them.

Soft and gentle.

Su Xiaofeng subconsciously wanted to let go of him to get fresh air.

But the other person was like a newborn baby, instinctively seeking more.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she felt her own breathing weaken and she was about to pass out when Ye Cheng fell to the ground with a thud.

Su Xiaofeng was terrified—could he be dead?

She lightly tested his nostrils, his breathing was even, almost as if he had simply fallen asleep.

Certain that Ye Cheng was all right, she was so scared that she quickly stood up from the ground and started to flee without choosing her path.

My God, what had she just done to Ye Cheng? Could she have taken indecent liberties with Ye Cheng?

The situation was urgent at the time, and she did not mean to take advantage—it was an attempt to save Ye Cheng.

Right, she was trying to save someone. As for what happened afterward, it was completely out of her control; she was at a loss herself.

Yet the situation felt strangely familiar, as if it had occurred before.

She shook her head; it was impossible. Although the original host knew Ye Cheng, she had definitely not had any contact with him.

It must be an illusion. Yes, a hallucination from being too shocked.

...

When the Family Head returned from his visit, he noticed that Ye Cheng wasn’t home but didn’t think much of it. Out of habit, he went to check on the herbal field and saw Ye Cheng unconscious on the ground. His eyebrows furrowed with concern, and he quickly approached, finding that Ye Cheng’s breath was steady. He gently patted Ye Cheng’s face: "Hey, kid, wake up, wake up."

Ye Cheng was in the midst of a nightmare, dreaming of a female demon trying to eat him while he also wanted to devour the demon. Before he could, his grandfather woke him up.

His eyes opened groggily, "You’re back."

"What happened to make you ill all of a sudden? What just happened?" The Family Head asked seriously, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

It was strange; there was nothing around that could have caused Acheng to fall ill. Why, then, had he suddenly become sick?

Standing up from the ground, Ye Cheng felt unusually refreshed, a sensation he’d never experienced before: "I didn’t get sick; I was just too tired and fell asleep."

The Family Head looked at the footprints on the ground. Besides Acheng’s, there was someone else’s: "Someone has been here."

"Oh, it was Su Xiaofeng." Ye Cheng looked around: "Just now, Su Xiaofeng was right here, where did she go?"

She said there was something on his head and even offered to help him with it. What happened after that, what exactly happened after that... Could it be that she went back home?

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