Chapter 2319 - 1926: Transferred Smiles

Chapter 2319: Chapter 1926: Transferred Smiles

The endless rainy days seem never-ending.

But the school year must start as planned, and those who need to return to the Daoist temple should do so.

The difference is that Xiaoyang has friends to accompany him, so he’s not that concerned about how much food to bring along.

Instead, he’s full of enthusiasm, pulling Qiaoqiao along every day to look at various back-to-school strategies and dormitory essentials, even discussing how to allocate work in the Imperial City...

Like what Qiaoqiao should do when Xiaoyang has military training.

After all, although Mr. Yang offered a few courses he could audit, firstly it’s uncertain if auditing is allowed, and secondly, whether the location is reliable, all these need further consideration.

The two young men are joyous every day, showing no trace of reluctance to part.

However, Daoist Qingyun is full of grievances every day, opening his mouth to speak but stopping short.

The first and fifteenth days truly seem like a curse! Who invented the idea of fighting for the first incense in the Daoist temple?! Can’t he just go into the mountains to cultivate for ten years or more?

Sigh, why is the Imperial City the Imperial City?

It encircles round after round, yet traffic always seems to be so congested.

If it were swapped for a small city like Yun City, even if the Daoist temple were in the countryside, he’d invite the two youngsters to stay there and personally drive them to school every day!

But just when the sourness started to show, Vice President Chen enthusiastically pulled him for a discussion about rural planning.

One can’t blame Vice President Chen for being too proactive.

He wasn’t invited by the Song Family, and now that he’s managed to get some free meals there, he has to show off all his skills, doesn’t he?

Originally, he planned to stay for a month, but now the summer vacation is over, and he stubbornly refuses to leave.

Leave for what?

With such a good environment in Yunqiao Village, even planting foxtail grass makes it look like a vast mini grassland—

Not to mention, in late spring, they really planted some in wasteland to provide a nice scene for a film crew!

Now, the grass isn’t fully harvested yet, and the large patches of vibrant green are photogenic!

City folks who come to shop and tour are snapping away, which forces Secretary Xiaozu to assign people to drive away insects and snakes daily.

Think about it, the village is famous for its tasty vegetables, online-famous tofu, and real skills, with Doctor Xiaoguo specializing in gynecological and male health treatments. (Doctor Xiaoguo: hey! I only specialize in gynecology, kidney supplements are a crucial part of gynecology!)

Choosing one of these three and managing it well could boost the local economy significantly, not to mention if all three come together as power plays.

The rise of Yunqiao Village is only a matter of time.

Once tourism truly develops, won’t my reputation as a designer spread across Jiangnan and beyond?

Even without mentioning these, constructing a beautiful village could gain me some favors from the Song Family, which could lead to future benefits when good things arrive, very crucial!

Seeing Vice President Chen smiling broadly every day, Daoist Qingyun sourly says:

"You’ve settled down and built a career, always outside, doesn’t your spouse ever remind you?"

Vice President Chen smiles slightly, displaying a dominant aura: "In matters of work, my spouse always supports me."

He’s not wasting time either.

The best watermelons and cantaloupes were sent back home. Snacked here several times, and he shamelessly bought some to send home too.

Even little packs of hand cream from last year’s event were snagged.

He sent back twenty or thirty packets of tea eggs and spice packs!

With these items, now on daily video calls, his wife doesn’t ask when he’ll return, just asks: what tasty food did you have today?

"Ah, ashamed to say." Vice President Chen feigns embarrassment, detailing what soup and dishes he had today...

Clicking sounds!

People say separation makes the heart grow fonder, and that’s true. Despite not meeting face-to-face during these trips, the feelings with his wife have grown even deeper.

Daoist Qingyun: I’m just asking, why are you showing off? Is having a family and a job that impressive?

He strokes his beard, nonchalantly:

"Seeing you living harmoniously, it’s great. Coming here for business trips is a lucky chance, cherish it well."

"Unlike me, wanting to live here permanently, must wait a year or two."

"Kind believer, I see you have great skills in creating rural charm. When my two-acre villa is completed, I wonder if you’d help design my garden?"

Vice President Chen: ...

The smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts slowly.

...

Meanwhile, Lun Chuan and Song Tan are huddled on the terrace, discussing with their tablets in hand:

"My place is only over 100 square meters, don’t you think it’s too small?"

Lun Chuan furrows his brow; his hair had grown slightly longer now, soft strands swept over his forehead, casting shadows along with the thick lashes below, making his pale skin appear even more porcelain-like.

And this jade-like face now showed a hint of insecurity, even if Song Tan was used to it, she couldn’t help but look again and again.

Books say it right: insecurity is the best aesthetic medicine for men!

This look of Xiaolun certainly evokes compassion!

Even if the place was a bit small, Song Tan quickly reassured: "It’s not small, not at all. My second floor, and the top floor of your inn, just adds a little bit more space."

"Besides, doesn’t the top floor have a terrace? How open and airy that is."

Lun Chuan chuckled: "It’s also small but can’t help it, we aren’t living there permanently, further real estate isn’t necessary—renting a flat or villa is possible though..."

"No need." Song Tan leaned against his shoulder more: "I want to experience how you usually live—since you adapt to me, I also want to know what you were like before."

"Living in the old place is fine."

"Even if you want to plant flowers, the terrace can be set up again, deliveries then would be convenient too."

Lun Chuan pondered again, enlarging the floor plan on the tablet, changing angles to look: "Previously there was a gym and study, but most of the living arrangements catered only to one person."

"Come, see which furniture and soft decorations need replacing?"

"No need to plant flowers on the terrace, but you’re picky about food, relying on home deliveries for veggies isn’t convenient, better to modify a bit and grow some short-season vegetables when we go."

Song Tan looked up at him: "I admit I’m picky with food. What about you? Do you still enjoy eating out?"

Lun Chuan furrows his brow again.

Then he sighed: "I can eat it."

He can eat it, but whether it’s pig food or a delicacy is another matter.

At this point, he couldn’t help but touch the faint red scar on his temple, hinting:

"Perhaps, this is a small cost of health."

Song Tan pretended not to understand, only asking again: "About us planning to stay in the Imperial City for half a year, did you tell Aunt?"

It’s not that we don’t trust Qiaoqiao—well, maybe a bit.

But the plan was to stay far away, if something happens, we wouldn’t be unable to find help. Mainly, we’re not planning to get involved.

Lun Chuan chuckled: "My mom’s very used to me not being around—otherwise, I’ll have her and Aunt do a tour of the Imperial City."