Does this need asking her?

Wen Wan was wearing a white dress, and even her voice was gentle: "Brother Zhou, are you going to the market? Can you give me a ride? I left a bit late today, and I'm afraid I'll be late. The mutton won't sell well, and it will spoil in this hot weather."

Her voice was very gentle, a natural gentleness, not the affected kind, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Zhou Chenglei glanced at the mutton on her iron cart and hesitated.

If it were any other time, since they were fellow villagers, Zhou Chenglei would have helped.

But he was afraid that Jiang Xia wouldn't be able to stand the smell of the mutton. She already got motion sickness from the tractor, and the mutton had such a strong, pungent smell that she would be even more uncomfortable.

He turned back and asked Jiang Xia, "Are you afraid of the smell?"

Wen Wan: "..."

Did he even need to ask her that?

Did he mean that if Jiang Xia was afraid of the smell, he wouldn't let her on the tractor? What about the saying that soldiers serve the people? Jiang Xia wasn't afraid of the smell. She grew up in a vegetable market. How could she be afraid of the smell?

Seeing Zhou Chenglei's hesitation, she said, "I'm not afraid."

Only then did Zhou Chenglei say to Wen Wan, "Okay."

Zhou Chenglei wasn't surprised by this answer. She had changed a lot in the past two days.

Zhou Chenglei got out of the driver's seat. He was still worried that Jiang Xia couldn't stand it, so he said to Jiang Xia, "The mutton has a strong smell. Why don't you sit in the front driver's seat with me?"

"Alright."

The driver's seat in the front of the tractor was quite long and could seat two people. Most importantly, it had a roof to provide shade.

Jiang Xia responded and was about to get off the tractor.

As Jiang Xia jumped out of the cart, Zhou Chenglei reached out to support her.

The tractor's cart was high, and he was afraid she would sprain her ankle when she jumped down.

Wen Wan glanced at Zhou Chenglei: Without a doubt, this was a very considerate man, even taking care of a woman who had cuckolded him so thoughtfully.

But when would they get divorced? Could Jiang Xia stand living in that dilapidated house? Or were they going to get divorced today? Zhou Chenglei helped Jiang Xia down from the tractor and then went to help Wen Wan carry the mutton onto the tractor.

Wen Wan came back to her senses and quickly said, "No need to trouble Brother Zhou, I can carry it myself."

Just as Zhou Chenglei's hands gripped the wooden pallet, Wen Wan's hand also reached out and grasped Zhou Chenglei's hand.

Her face flushed, and she retracted her hand. "I'm, I'm sorry."

Zhou Chenglei expressionlessly carried the pallet of mutton onto the tractor, then carried the iron cart onto the tractor as well. He then found two stones by the small river on the roadside to prop up the two wheels of the iron cart and washed his hands.

He said to Wen Wan, "Remember to hold onto the iron cart later."

His voice was cold, with a hint of aloofness.

After speaking, he went straight back to the driver's seat.

Wen Wan felt that Zhou Chenglei was even colder and responded softly.

A little aggrieved, wasn't it normal to accidentally touch someone? It wasn't intentional! Wen Wan then thought of the dream she had last night where he saved her from being swept away by the waves.

In the dream, she was sinking and floating in the waves, thinking she was doomed, but he rushed into the sea without hesitation and took her into his arms.

The scene was very real, just like when she went to the beach after the typhoon. She felt it was a premonition, and at that time, Jiang Xia had divorced him.

The typhoon isn't far away! Thinking of this, Wen Wan happily climbed onto the tractor.

The tractor's cart was a bit high, and since she was wearing a dress, her movements were a bit unladylike when she climbed up. Coincidentally, Zhou Chenglei and Jiang Xia both turned back to look.

Her face turned as red as a pig's liver.

Zhou Chenglei glanced at her and turned back.

Wen Wan glanced at Jiang Xia, feeling that Jiang Xia was laughing at her.

Just now, when Jiang Xia got off the tractor, Zhou Chenglei supported her, and when she got on the short driver's platform, Zhou Chenglei also reached out to protect her head.

Compared to that, she seemed particularly unloved.

But Jiang Xia wouldn't cherish such a good man. Sooner or later, he would be hers.

She blushed and said to Brother Zhou, "Brother Zhou, I'm ready."

Zhou Chenglei didn't reply to her. He turned to Jiang Xia and said, "Hold on tight, I'm starting the tractor."

Jiang Xia hadn't seen her get on the tractor for a while, so she turned back to take a look. Hearing this, she turned around and sat down properly, "Okay, let's go!"

The tractor "putt-putted" and stumbled along the bumpy dirt road.

Jiang Xia and Zhou Chenglei sat side by side, their shoulders sometimes inevitably bumping together because the road was too bumpy and the tractor was shaking violently.

Jiang Xia quietly moved her butt outwards.

She regretted sitting with him a little, afraid of accidentally being thrown off.

She reached out and tightly grabbed the handle on top of the tractor.

Zhou Chenglei was both afraid that she would fall off the tractor and that she would get motion sickness, "Sit closer, be careful of falling."

Jiang Xia didn't move, "It's okay, I'm holding on tight."

The tractor's driver's seat didn't have a cab. Wen Wan sat in the back of the carriage, watching the invisible intimacy between the two through the low baffle. She felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to break this invisible intimacy.

She smiled and said loudly, "Sister Jiang Xia looks like someone who is used to riding in cars. And Sister Jiang Xia is a city person, you city people aren't used to riding in tractors, right?"

She knew that Jiang Xia took pride in being a city person and looked down on rural people.

Jiang Xia retorted, "Does every household in the village have a tractor?"

Wen Wan, "How is that possible? Only one household in our village and the village committee have one."

Jiang Xia, "So there you go."

Wen Wan, "..."

So what? Wen Wan was dumbfounded.

Suddenly, she realized that Jiang Xia meant: since not every household in the village has a tractor, it's not just city people who aren't used to riding them, but also villagers.

Wen Wan didn't want to talk to Jiang Xia anymore. This person spoke circuitously, sarcastically! She hated her kind of city person who always acted superior.

In her previous life, one of her roommates in the city was a local, and her eyes grew on top of her head.

She was on the upper bunk, and that person was on the lower bunk. She disliked her even for sitting on her bed for a moment, looking down on her for being from the countryside.

Jiang Xia looked like that kind of person too.

Tch, if you look down on the countryside, then go back to the city!

Wen Wan changed to talking to Zhou Chenglei, tentatively asking, "Brother Zhou, are you going to the market or somewhere else?"

Wen Wan was sitting on Zhou Chenglei's side. She knew that Zhou Chenglei was deaf in one ear. She moved her head closer to the front baffle. The baffle wasn't very high, so she could see Zhou Chenglei's head.

She leaned close to the back of his head and asked.

Zhou Chenglei was originally leaning against the baffle, but he straightened his back, moved away from the baffle a distance, and faintly "hmm"ed.

Hmm? What does that mean? Going to the market? Wen Wan asked again, "What are you planning to buy? I often go to the market to sell mutton, I know which family's things are good and the prices are reasonable."

"Buying things."

Wen Wan, "..."

"Brother Zhou, is your house repaired yet?"

"Hmm."

"I heard there might be a typhoon in a couple of days, with big waves. Remember to moor the boat well and don't go out to sea."

"Hmm."

"Brother Zhou, what time do you usually go out to sea every day?"

"..."

"Brother Zhou, what time do you usually come back from the sea? Do you hire someone to kill the fish? I want to earn some money to pay for school."

"No need to hire."

"It's okay, then remember to hire me when Brother Zhou needs it, I'm very good at killing fish."

"Brother Zhou..."

Wen Wan chattered on and on.

Zhou Chenglei, never one for words, had never felt the road to town so long!

He was starting to regret bringing her along.

Couldn't she be quiet like Jiang Xia? Finally, Zhou Chenglei couldn't help but say, "You're too noisy!"

Wen Wan: "..."