Peerless Little Divine Doctor: The Beautiful CEO Falls for Me

The tension was palpable, as if there was a nuclear bomb in their arms.

Su Qingyan smiled as she watched all this, and said to Chen Yuanbao, "Brother Yuanbao, I have another matter to discuss with you this time. I'd like to select a piece of land in your village to build a 'Cloud Academy,' specifically for the rich second-generation kids from the city to study traditional Chinese culture. How about you come with me to take a look?"

"Okay."

So the three of them went to the village. As they walked, Su Qingyan asked Chen Yuanbao for his opinion: "Yuanbao, what do you think of this piece of land?" "Yuanbao, do you think this orientation is okay?" "Yuanbao, is it close to your house?"

The question made Widow Liu's brows furrow even more deeply.

She followed behind with her shopping basket, and felt very unhappy as she watched Su Qingyan link arms with Chen Yuanbao in no time.

—She's not brainless. The way President Su looks at Chen Yuanbao is the same way she looked at men when she first married her deadbeat husband.

Widow Liu looked down at her rough hands, then looked up at Su Qingyan's exquisite manicure, and her heart sank.

Who am I? A widow. A widow with children. And what kind of person is she? A big boss, a great beauty, and very knowledgeable.

As a result, she looked very listless.

Chen Yuanbao was very perceptive and immediately sensed that something was wrong with Widow Liu.

"Qingyan, there's no rush to choose a location," he turned around and pulled Liu the widow forward. "Come on, I'll take you two to the back mountain to pick wild fruits. There's a grove of wild bayberries there that's already ripe."

"Wild bayberries?" Su Qingyan's eyes lit up. "I love eating wild fruits the most."

Widow Liu wanted to refuse, but Chen Yuanbao pulled her along, so she couldn't refuse.

The three of them walked together toward the back of the mountain. Chen Yuanbao walked in the middle, his left hand linked with Widow Liu's hand, while his right hand also took care of Su Qingyan, pointing out wildflowers along the way to her from time to time.

"This is a wild rose; it can be used to make tea."

"This is Polygonum multiflorum (He Shou Wu), which can be used to make eggs to nourish the kidneys."

"This is mugwort. It can be hung at the door during the Dragon Boat Festival to ward off evil spirits and disasters."

Su Qingyan listened intently: "Brother Yuanbao, you know a lot."

"Absolutely," Chen Yuanbao said, puffing out his chest. "I've lived in the mountains since I was a child. I can remember clearly which rock in the mountains has a centipede under it and which tree has a bird's nest, even with my eyes closed."

Upon arriving at Yangmeilin, Chen Yuanbao waved his hand and said, "Keep a close watch."

He casually said something, and the mountain wind suddenly picked up, causing the wild bayberry berries in the grove to fall with a "pitter-patter" sound, covering the ground like a red rain.

Widow Liu and Su Qingyan were both stunned.

"Oh my, is this the shaking tree?" Su Qingyan picked up a bayberry and put it in her mouth. It was so sour that she squinted her eyes. "Brother Yuanbao, you're really good at this."

"This is nothing." Chen Yuanbao waved his hand again, and a wild rabbit darted out from the hillside and jumped to his feet as if it had seen its own father.

"Brother Yuanbao, have you cultivated yourself into a spirit?" Su Qingyan exclaimed in surprise.

Widow Liu's face relaxed as she watched.

Chen Yuanbao handed a bamboo basket of bayberries to Widow Liu and said, "Sister-in-law, go back and make bayberry wine. Soak it and drink it in the winter."

"Hmm." Widow Liu lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth turned up.

Su Qingyan had a sharp eye and understood the situation immediately. Not minding, she smiled and leaned over, saying, "Sister-in-law, please save a jar for me."

"it is good."

As the three of them descended the mountain, the sunset had painted half the mountainside red, and construction was still in full swing in the distance.

Chen Yuanbao walked in the middle with his hands behind his back, feeling very happy.

—Aren't we looking forward to a better future?

The weather was rather gloomy on Wednesday.

The elderly people in Sanshui Village say that if the rooster crows in the morning in a dull and muffled way, it means the weather is bad, like someone has caught a cold.

Chen Yuanbao sat on a recliner in the courtyard, legs crossed, eyes squinting. He had already calculated it last night; guests were coming today, and they weren't exactly hospitable.

"Sister-in-law, cook more dishes for lunch."

"A guest has arrived?"

"Hmm, let's get one that's troublesome."

Just then, the sound of a car came from the village entrance.

Not one or two, but eight.

All the cars were black Hongqi sedans, driving into the village one after another, all with license plates starting with "京" (Jing).

The villagers were too scared to go out and peered out through the cracks in their windows.

After leaving the small villa, Jiang Wenyuan ran to the village entrance, his trouser legs dragging on the ground.

"Professor Wei! You must be tired from your journey!"

The door of the middle car opened, and an elderly man in a black Zhongshan suit was helped out of the car.

Jiang Wenyuan hurriedly stepped forward, bowing deeply, and asked, "Elder Wei, was the journey smooth?"

Wei Zhaoheng ignored him, slowly walked to the village entrance and stopped, his nose twitched slightly, and he took a deep breath.

He inhaled slowly and deeply, and after he finished, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Hmm..." he muttered to himself, "It's even more concentrated than the intelligence reports."

Jiang Wenyuan smiled obsequiously, "Old Wei, how's the air here? Sanshui Village is located in a valley, so the negative oxygen ion content is very high—"

"Shut up."

Wei Zhaoheng uttered two words indifferently.

Jiang Wenyuan's mouth trembled, and he immediately shut it.

Wei Zhaoheng walked slowly into the village, and the people in the eight cars got out one after another, all wearing black suits and black sunglasses, like they were in a movie.

A tall, thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man followed Wei Zhaoheng about half a step behind.

This is Wei Zhaoheng's trusted general, known as "Black Shadow".

A large group of people walked towards Chen Yuanbao's courtyard.

Chen Yuanbao was still lying on the recliner, his eyes closed.

Jiang Wenyuan jogged to the courtyard gate, smiling obsequiously, "Brother Yuanbao, Elder Wei has come to see you in person. Come out and greet him quickly."

Chen Yuanbao raised his eyelids and said, "Oh, Uncle Jiang, who's coming?"

"Elder Wei," Jiang Wenyuan said softly, "is...is the person I mentioned to you last time."

"Oh—" Chen Yuanbao drawled out as he slowly got up, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and wobbled out.

He wore a faded old vest and a pair of baggy shorts, and his hair was a mess like a bird's nest. Compared to Wei Zhaoheng's eight Hongqi cars, he looked like he had traveled through time.

Wei Zhaoheng looked at the young man in front of him and frowned slightly.

—That's it?

According to intelligence, is this the expert who has made several bigwigs in the capital uneasy?

"Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you."

Chen Yuanbao reached out and shook hands with him, then yawned: "Oh, Elder Wei, you're here, but you brought so many cars, it's quite intimidating."