Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder — I Rise to Female Lead Through Hard Work-Chapter 65: Agarwood

"Big brother—" On the second floor, Anmin had just come out of the washroom. Seeing Ding Ancheng downstairs, she waved and shouted, "Big brother, come quickly. Sister-in-law has been laughing crazily all afternoon. You should come and advise her."

"Coming." Ding Ancheng didn’t reply to Song Yiluo and went straight upstairs.

Song Yiluo, dressed in new clothes downstairs, went pale instantly. Her hands clenched tightly, and her eyes were slightly red as she watched Ding Ancheng walk into the room, biting her lip and turning to leave.

Yi Roujing, it’s Yi Roujing again. Why does she come to the county every few days? Is it because of that so-called couple’s room, that Ding Ancheng and her have gotten so close? She didn’t believe it.

"Song, the educated youth."

Song Yiluo wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of the county until a soft voice called to her, bringing her back to her senses. When she saw who it was, her brow furrowed.

"I said we’d pretend not to know each other once we met again." Song Yiluo walked into a small alley, looking at the man in front of her, who was in his early twenties, dressed in a brown Zhongshan suit, and had a warm face.

The man’s skin was pale, and he looked unhealthy. His face was gentle, but his eyes were deep, with a hint of complex emotions as he looked at Song Yiluo.

"I’m sorry. I thought things would work out, but I didn’t expect Ding Ancheng to step in." The man looked apologetic, his slightly lowered eyes hiding a glimmer unseen by others.

The man’s name was Wen Chaokuan. Though he appeared gentle, he was a "think tank" in the Rongxing Gang, a group of hooligans in Huaixi County. They had met when Song Yiluo saved his life, taking him to the hospital and covering his medical expenses.

After that, Wen Chaokuan sought out Song Yiluo, learning she was an educated youth from Dingping Production Team. He secretly helped her trade goods and lent other assistance, but since Ding Ancheng and Yi Roujing got married, Song Yiluo hadn’t approached him.

Song Yiluo liked Ding Ancheng. No one in Dingping Production Team knew, but Wen Chaokuan did. Otherwise, why would Song Yiluo ask him to have hooligans intercept Yi Roujing, trying to ruin her reputation?

Wen Chaokuan had his own agenda. Of course, he couldn’t refuse Song Yiluo’s request, but he also secretly informed Ding Ancheng, which unexpectedly yielded satisfying results.

He thought it was just a matter of time, but Song Yiluo’s attitude left him helpless. What was so good about Ding Ancheng that she still pined for him now?

"You said we wouldn’t bring up that matter again." Song Yiluo was somewhat anxious.

"What’s wrong with two people talking?" Wen Chaokuan’s tone was calm and undisturbed, which made Song Yiluo calm down.

"What do you want with me?" Song Yiluo asked softly.

"There’s nothing, just happened to see you and wanted to greet you. Song, the educated youth, you look really nice today." Wen Chaokuan sincerely praised her.

Song Yiluo pressed her lips together tightly, feeling uneasy. If she truly looked nice, why hadn’t Ding Ancheng just noticed?

"Ding Ancheng is already married, Song, the educated youth. Are you still thinking about marrying someone who’s been married?" Wen Chaokuan remarked pointedly.

Song Yiluo glared at Wen Chaokuan and turned to leave.

"Brother Wen, is that the person you have your heart set on?" From the shadows, someone emerged, someone Yi Roujing would recognize as one of the people who once kidnapped Xia Xingchen, a sharp-featured man named Zhao Guang.

"Gu Shizhao is back?" Wen Chaokuan asked, "Any good goods? Recently, there’s a shortage of fine grains and medicinal herbs, especially good ones."

"Good medicinal herbs aren’t as common as cabbages. Only ordinary ones have been collected, but there’s quite a lot of grain. We’ll start work tomorrow." Zhao Guang grinned.

Since Gu Shizhao arrived in Huaixi County, they’ve made a lot of money, all thanks to Gu Shizhao’s abilities to get good supplies.

"Who’s going to Tongxian Commune tomorrow?" Wen Chaokuan inquired.

"Heizi’s men, I suppose." Zhao Guang said, stroking his chin, looking even more lecherous, "Why, planning to see your sweetheart?"

Though Wen Chaokuan smiled, his gaze towards Zhao Guang was sharp.

Zhao Guang raised his hand halfway, laughing, "Got it, got it. Your future prospect is not bad."

"Don’t let me hear those last two words again." Wen Chaokuan said as he left.

"Tsk, all love-struck fools." Zhao Guang clicked his tongue.

At the guesthouse.

"Big brother, was that just now the educated youth Song?" After Ding Ancheng went upstairs, Anmin belatedly asked.

"Hmm." Ding Ancheng nodded.

"The clothes she wore were really nice, but why is she also staying in a guesthouse?"

"I don’t know." Ding Ancheng was unconcerned about Song Yiluo’s affairs. Instead, he asked, "What’s up with your sister-in-law?"

"Go in and see. I’ll wait in the second brother’s room for a while." Anmin rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to appear in front of Yi Roujing anymore because she couldn’t compete with a piece of wood.

When Ding Ancheng entered the room, Yi Roujing was sitting behind the desk by the window, her back to the door. She didn’t even turn her head when he walked in, but Ding Ancheng was immediately greeted by a fragrant aroma, a graceful and pleasant scent.

"What’s so fragrant?" Ding Ancheng asked aloud.

"Oh, it’s you. I thought Anmin had returned." Yi Roujing glanced back at Ding Ancheng with a smile, visibly happy.

Ding Ancheng felt a twinge in his heart and took large strides over, only to see a piece of cloth laid on the desk, with a piece of wood resting on it, "Silly happy all afternoon? Because of this?"

"Do you know what this is?" Yi Roujing’s eyes sparkled, easily drawing people in, and Ding Ancheng couldn’t look away.

"What is it?"

"Agarwood." Yi Roujing specifically stood up, leaned in close, and whispered, "If I’m not mistaken, it’s a rare kind of Agarwood—Kinam, Kinam Agarwood."

In a past life, Yi Roujing’s family was a well-known household of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Their nationwide chain of herbal stores had as their treasure a small piece of Agarwood, about the size of an adult fist, which was extremely rare Kinam Agarwood, coveted by many willing to pay exorbitant prices.

But now, the piece in Yi Roujing’s hands was five to six times larger than that one, ha, of course she was overjoyed.

Almost snuggling in her embrace, Ding Ancheng looked down at Yi Roujing, who was radiating happiness, and his expression softened, "Hmm, where did it come from?"

Yi Roujing was even more excited, "Went with Anmin and them to the scrapyard, got it for free."

"No, that’s not right. It’s because I have a discerning eye, otherwise who knows how it would have been ruined."

Yi Roujing’s face was flushed with excitement. She turned around, and her knee bumped directly against the desk drawer with a loud "thump," making her yelp in pain, and she curled up, clutching her left knee.

Ding Ancheng’s face darkened as he scooped her up and placed her on the bed by the desk, rolling up her left pant leg to reveal a fair, slender calf and a knee that was starting to show redness.

Kneeling halfway, Ding Ancheng reached out and rubbed her knee vigorously.

"Ouch, it hurts." Yi Roujing winced.

"Bear with it." Ding Ancheng’s voice was hoarse, his warm palm massaging Yi Roujing’s knee.