Golden morning sunlight spread across the land. The farmers living in the countryside had already headed out to work early.
Yao Peifang had driven from Huo Shan to Mo Jingchun's hometown early that morning. She looked around and found that everywhere she turned, there was beautiful scenery.
Even the greenery along the roadside was beyond anything the county town could compare with.
"It's great to be rich."
Thinking of the task her company had given her—to learn about the local wedding customs and traditions—Yao Peifang took a deep breath of fresh air and walked toward a farmer working bent over in a field in the distance.
Yao Peifang was glad she had listened to the manager and hadn't worn high heels.
Otherwise, even walking would have been difficult.
"Sir~"
"Sir~"
When the older man in the distance didn't respond for a long time, Yao Peifang thought he might be hard of hearing and hadn't heard her.
So she walked closer and called out loudly, "Sir!"
Mo Yuanqi, who was working, looked up in surprise at the young woman before him. She was dressed so flamboyantly that he couldn't tell how old she was. He said:
"Were you calling me?"
The smile on Yao Peifang's face stiffened a little.
Only when he looked up did Yao Peifang notice that he was actually a young man in his twenties.
Judging by his appearance, he might even have been Mr. Mo's childhood friend.
Mo Yuanqi gave the woman before him an amused once-over and said with a smile:
"Miss, since you called me 'sir,' I'll answer whatever you want to ask—as long as it doesn't involve Mo Jingchun's private affairs."
"How did you know I'd be asking about Mo Jingchun?" Yao Peifang asked in surprise.
At that, Mo Yuanqi took off his straw