A Real Dream

The fishpond south of the village, the small temple behind the village, and a patch of woods west of the village.

Those were the three specific locations Yang Jian had obtained. They were also the three properties his late father had left behind. If there was anything strange going on, it had to be in one of those places.

But it was already rather late in the afternoon.

Yang Jian decided to check them out the next morning. Since some relatives were treating everyone to a meal, he could not refuse and had to go with his mother.

He was not interested in such banquets. It was not that he was deliberately putting on airs; he simply rarely attended gatherings like this, especially with relatives he barely knew. Social propriety made it hard for him to refuse.

Village banquets always ended late.

After leaving the feast, Jiang Yan was drunk again. She was much better than last time, though. Clinging to Yang Jian's arm, she giggled all the way home, clearly in a very good mood.

She felt that after showing up this time, her chances of being with Yang Jian had become much greater.

So this time, she absolutely could not embarrass him.

"I'll take you back to sleep. Rest first. I'll go out for a walk later." Yang Jian took her to the second floor of the old house, into the room beside the one that held his father's portrait.

"No, I don't want to sleep. I want you to stay and keep me company."

Jiang Yan wrapped her arms around Yang Jian's neck and spoke coquettishly. Her cheeks were rosy, perhaps from the alcohol. Her bright eyes were slightly narrowed, veiled in a hazy mist.

"I got drunk on purpose today."

Then she whispered into Yang Jian's