But this man really is a tough character, such a person, why would he confine himself to a mountain village?

When she opened the book, she was surprised by the reading notes made inside.

She was full of doubts, and as she read the book for a long time, a suspicion arose in her heart.

...

The next day, Ye Lu went to Mei’s home on the pretext of returning the book. Only the man was home; he seemed to rarely go out or interact with the other villagers.

As Ye Lu entered, she saw him sitting quietly in a rattan chair, intently studying a map, completely absorbed.

She walked very lightly, almost reaching his side before he suddenly looked up, his deep eyes like an ancient pond, flashing a momentary alertness that quickly faded back to calm.

Seeing it was her, he greeted her coldly and politely, asking what she needed.

Ye Lu said she was there to return the book and also wanted to borrow a few more to read.

He slightly furrowed his brow: "Pregnant women should read less and rest more."

"I am really bored, and I don’t want to be immersed in sadness all day, at least it can distract me a bit," Ye Lu said in a light, melancholic voice.

He didn’t say anything immediately.

Ye Lu picked a few books from the shelf, but instead of leaving, she sat down at the table.

Third Young Master Jun couldn’t help but frown, really not wanting to share a room with her as he felt her constant gaze filled with inquiry and doubt, his heart trembling, worried that she might have noticed something.

"If you want to borrow these books, you can just take them." He hoped she would leave soon.

However, Ye Lu smiled slightly, leaning on the table and flipping open a book: "No hurry, I’ll see first if I like them or not."

Third Young Master Jun decided to ignore her. The more he showed vigilance, the more suspicious she would become, so he relaxed, his expression indifferent, trying to behave differently from how he usually did around her.

Because he also understood that one can easily expose oneself inadvertently through small details.

She was very intimate with him, too familiar with his words and actions.

Ye Lu was indeed secretly observing him, but she couldn’t find any flaws. The man in front of her, in his mannerisms and speech, seemed very unfamiliar, yet amidst the unfamiliarity, there was a faint bizarre feeling, as if reminiscent.

But she wondered, could it be her own illusion, an illusion of longing.

Transferring her longing for Third Young Master to this man who somewhat resembled him.

"Mr. Xie, I heard you were a college student in N Nation. What do you think about the villagers here growing millet and sorghum? Do you think what they are doing is right or wrong?" she asked casually while flipping through the book.

"Such things should not be judged as right or wrong," Third Young Master Jun put down the map and looked at her, "limited by cultural thinking, survival capabilities, pressures from the Su Family government, you can’t simply categorize their actions as right or wrong. A group of thought-deprived puppets, how can one speak of right and wrong."

Ye Lu looked at him bewildered, a strange smile forming on her lips, she raised the book in her hand:

"In the reading notes you wrote in this book, you didn’t think this way."

Third Young Master Jun smiled dismissively: "Are you talking about the radical thoughts I wrote down during my university days, thinking these people were society’s cancer, engaging in the most atrocious acts? Before entering society, it’s inevitable to have extreme thoughts from solely reading books, but people mature with social experience."

Ye Lu listened to his smooth explanation, her heart startled.