The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 256 - 2: Why Didn’t Chi Yu Come to See Her After Returning?
As soon as the village chief arrived, he started talking non-stop, like a river whose gates had been opened.
He was full of praise for Gu Yuan, and it was genuine.
When Gu Yuan first came to Ancient Water Village, the village chief thought no girl on TV could be as pretty as Yanyan.
Later, the show became popular, promoting the culture of Ancient Water Village and attracting many tourists. None of them could compare to Yanyan’s beauty.
So when the registrar described her, the village chief was sure Yanyan had returned.
Gu Yuan laughed helplessly and explained, "I drove here today, and I’m a bit tired. I was planning to visit you and Aunt Cai tomorrow."
"I was just thinking, driving alone is tiring. Yanyan, where’s your partner?"
Just as the village chief finished asking, Lu Tinglou was walking over, ready to greet the chief. As soon as he arrived, the chief mistook him for Gu Yuan’s boyfriend and asked, "Oh wow, what a handsome young man! Yanyan, is this your partner?"
Gu Yuan shook her head, "No, he’s just a friend."
"Oh, a friend, huh," the chief didn’t speculate further.
Gu Yuan introduced him to the chief, "This is Lu Tinglou, a work partner of mine."
Lu Tinglou instinctively extended his hand for a handshake, "Hello, chief."
Handshakes aren’t common in the village, but since the hand was extended, the chief wiped his hand on his clothes and shook hands with Lu Tinglou, complimenting him, "A young and promising lad, also very handsome."
Such straightforward praise made Lu Tinglou a bit embarrassed.
"Yanyan sister."
Tutu shouted up at her.
Gu Yuan bent down to pat Tutu’s head, "Come and eat."
Tutu, without any reservation, agreed right away, "I came to eat."
The chief slapped the back of Tutu’s head lightly, "You little glutton."
Tutu: "Hmph!"
The chief chuckled and said to Gu Yuan, "We’ve prepared the food. I wanted to come over and try my luck, afraid you might rest early, so I brought over a basket of eggs for you. Look at you, you’re so thin. If you get any thinner, you’ll be like a bamboo stick in the backyard."
Gu Yuan chuckled, "I’ve been improving my diet lately. I’ll eat more."
The chief was delighted to hear this.
The chief ended up staying for dinner. Tutu, the little scamp, was determined to stay and eat, so the chief, grumbling, sat down to eat.
With the chief and Tutu there, the meal became more lively.
Gu Yuan also felt better with the chief’s presence.
The chief drank a little wine, and Lu Tinglou, being there, accompanied him with half a glass.
Gu Yuan felt something fluffy at her feet. She looked down to see it was Huang. Having eaten his fill, Huang was curled up, dozing at her feet. Gu Yuan reached out, and Huang lifted his head, sensing her.
Gu Yuan smiled silently, her gaze settling on Huang’s neck, which only had a collar, but no bell.
Gradually, Gu Yuan’s expression darkened.
She raised her head and asked the bragging village chief, "Chief, before... didn’t I put a little gold bell on Huang?"
The village chief, energized despite half a glass of wine, thought for a moment before answering, "Yes, yes, you bought a bell for Huang. It rang pleasantly when he ran around."
Gu Yuan thought the bell vanished with Chi Yu’s disappearance. If that bell existed, then the memory of buying it must exist too.
But the chief told her she did buy the bell for Huang...
"So, where’s the bell I bought?" Gu Yuan tentatively asked.
The chief paused to recall each statement, mainly because the alcohol might have impaired his memory. After pondering for a while, he said, "I don’t know where that bell went. Lately, there have been many tourists in the village, unfamiliar faces every day. Huang jumps around a lot; maybe it got lost while jumping."
So that’s how it was.
Gu Yuan lowered her eyes.
Next to her, Tutu, gnawing on a chicken leg, raised his hand to speak, "No, it didn’t get lost. Grandpa, whenever you drink, you forget things. Someone paid to buy it."
The chief heard this and started recalling, mumbling, "Seems like it was sold. Oh, my memory is terrible with alcohol. I don’t know if it got lost or if it was sold."
Tutu said, "Grandpa, you’re like the grandpa from Seven Calabash Brothers—no good at anything."
"Hahaha..." Yao Tao burst out laughing. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Even the serious Lu Tinglou was amused.
Gu Yuan also smiled softly, but as soon as she heard Tutu’s words, her composure faltered.
Tutu, munching on a chicken leg, said, "That person was weird. As soon as he saw our Huang, he wanted to buy the bell, offered a lot of money. Grandpa wouldn’t sell, and neither would grandma, but my dim-witted dad, tempted by money, secretly sold it."
Suddenly, the truth came out.
The chief was furious, "That damned bastard."
Tutu, always a chatterbox, said, "Grandpa, turtle eggs are called ’turtle bastard,’ so you’re a turtle, and I’m a ’little turtle bastard.’"
Gu Yuan: "..."
Lu Tinglou: "..."
Yao Tao: "Hahahahaha, help!!!"
The chief’s face darkened, "I’m your grandpa, and you’re calling me a turtle?"
Tutu said, "Oh, I’m just speaking the truth. I’m still a little turtle bastard."
The chief slapped the back of Tutu’s head, but Tutu was quick, dodging towards Gu Yuan.
Chief: "That’s quick reflexes."
Tutu: "I’m born under the sign of the monkey, of course."
Gu Yuan hugged Tutu and asked, "Tell sister, was it a tourist who bought it?"
Tutu had a good memory and recalled, "Not a tourist. He came straight for our Huang’s bell, bought it, and left."
Gu Yuan’s grip on Tutu tightened unconsciously, her emotions visibly shifting.
Lu Tinglou didn’t expect Gu Yuan to care so much about a dog’s bell. He asked, "What’s wrong?"
Gu Yuan shook her head, trying to calm herself. Maybe it’s not what she thought.
If Chi Yu returned, why wouldn’t he come to see her?
She asked, "Did you say the person was strange just because he only wanted to buy the bell?"
"Yes." Tutu nodded confidently, "And he didn’t talk much; I called him ’Mute Brother.’
"Brother? Is he young?" Gu Yuan suppressed her urgency and pressed further.
Tutu took a big bite of chicken leg, mumbling, "Well, I call anyone younger than my dad and better looking ’brother,’ and Mute Brother is actually more handsome."
He wouldn’t admit, in a whisper of hope, that he himself aspired to grow up as handsome as Mute Brother someday.
