Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1325

Chapter 1325: 229: Pay the price!

Using someone like Liu Bingjie as a spokesperson is essentially tarnishing your own reputation.

Ni Yang is not the kind of person who seeks trouble.

With Liu Bingjie’s personality, sooner or later she’s bound to pay the price for her words and actions—after all, there’s no shortage of influential people in this circle.

The matter of the spokesperson needs to be reconsidered. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Secretary Wen nodded. In fact, her first impression of Liu Bingjie wasn’t great either, but she hadn’t thought about it too deeply.

A boss is a boss. The reason why Ni Yang has succeeded is not without merit.

There was another layer of admiration in Secretary Wen’s gaze as she looked at Ni Yang.

Because it was summer, even though it was already a little late, the streets and alleys were still filled with people, and there were various food stalls set up along the way.

"Secretary Wen, do you want to eat stinky tofu?" Ni Yang turned to look at Wen.

Secretary Wen froze for a moment.

Before Secretary Wen could respond, Ni Yang had already walked up to the stall. "Boss, I’ll have two orders of stinky tofu."

"Alright, that’ll be five cents in total."

Ni Yang handed over five cents to the boss, took the stinky tofu, and handed one portion to Secretary Wen.

Secretary Wen genuinely hadn’t expected Ni Yang to eat something like stinky tofu.

Although stinky tofu was quite tasty... she couldn’t help but feel that Ni Yang’s image and stinky tofu didn’t quite match.

"Secretary Wen, are you hungry?" Ni Yang asked after finishing a piece of stinky tofu.

"Uh, not too hungry," Secretary Wen replied.

Ni Yang continued, "There’s a rice noodle stall over there; let’s go grab a bowl of rice noodles."

"Alright," Secretary Wen nodded.

After finishing the rice noodles, the two returned to the inn.

Meanwhile.

Liu Bingjie followed Du Ye back to the mansion, feeling incredibly uneasy the whole way.

Thankfully, Du Ye hadn’t made things difficult for her along the way.

Could it be that Ni Yang isn’t that important to Du Ye after all?

Was she mistaken?

Otherwise, why didn’t Du Ye even bother to see Ni Yang off when she left Hang City?

Thinking of this, Liu Bingjie felt somewhat relieved.

At that moment, Du Ye suddenly turned back to look at her. "You can go now." His calm voice was almost devoid of any emotion, impossible to discern joy or anger.

"Alright," Liu Bingjie responded promptly, and tentatively asked, "Should I come see you again tomorrow?"

Du Ye fiddled with his Buddha beads, saying nothing, and walked straight into the mansion.

Liu Bingjie stared at Du Ye’s retreating figure, unable to understand his intent.

After their interactions that afternoon, she thought she had made a decent impression on him.

So why was he suddenly so distant?

Liu Bingjie furrowed her brows.

Perhaps Du Ye is simply naturally aloof?

Sighing, Liu Bingjie turned and left.

Meanwhile.

Ni Yang and Secretary Wen didn’t get back to the inn until after eight o’clock that evening.

The next day, the two took a cab to the airport.

The driver was a local from Hang City. "Young comrades, are you traveling somewhere for vacation?"

By this time, travel restrictions requiring introduction letters had been abolished, and people could move around quite freely. Since Ni Yang’s appearance and manner seemed to fit in as a local, the driver naturally assumed both she and Secretary Wen were residents.

Ni Yang smiled and said, "We’re flying home."

"Home?" The driver exclaimed in surprise. "You’re not locals?"

"No," Ni Yang replied.

"I thought you were from Hang City. Why not marry into Hang City? I happen to know a progressive young man," the driver suggested.

Ni Yang chuckled. "I’m already married."

"Married?" The driver was even more surprised. "Young comrade, you don’t look very old!"

"I’m twenty-two years old," Ni Yang replied.

"Twenty-two? I thought you were only eighteen or nineteen! You really don’t look it—your hometown must have great water and soil to raise someone like you!"

Ni Yang smiled faintly.

Before long, the car arrived at the airport.

The driver got out to open the door and handed the luggage from the trunk to Ni Yang. "Here we are, young comrade. That’ll be one yuan and five cents total."

It was a drizzly day in Hang City. Ni Yang handed the money to the driver and took the luggage.

She was dressed in a plain white cheongsam, paired with an oiled-paper umbrella shielding her head—a picture as serene and striking as a dense ink painting when viewed from afar.

A black car was parked in front of the taxi. Someone was sitting in the driver’s seat, but because of the special material of the windows, the interior could not be seen from outside.

"President Ni, wait a moment! I need to check the mirror!" Secretary Wen said.

"Hmm?" Ni Yang looked at her questioningly.

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