Chapter 697: Slapping Mo Qingze’s Face in High School (2)_1
The morning passed in a flurry of receiving congratulatory gifts, and Mo Yan couldn’t help clicking her tongue in amazement as she gazed at the two storerooms piled high with presents; it seemed she had indeed underestimated the influence of the County Lord title.
"They’re just common items, yet they overwhelm a inexperienced country girl like you!" Yan Junyu, whose presence at Mo Yan’s side had gone unnoticed until now, spoke with a face meant to allure all, yet his words were particularly aggravating.
Mo Yan rolled her eyes and ignored him, otherwise, he’d become even more insufferable.
Seeing that Mo Yan was not engaging, Yan Junyu truly found it boring and, after a moment of silence, he unexpectedly closed his fan and said, "I’m sorry!"
Mo Yan was taken aback, clearly not having expected such a proud person to apologize. Looking into his earnest eyes, she laughed heartily, "It wasn’t your fault; if I hadn’t introduced the high-yield rice, none of this would have happened! Besides, being granted the title of County Lord is such an honor, isn’t this all very good? As for you, you’ve been busy all this while, and I’ve reaped all the benefits—this makes me feel quite ashamed."
Hearing Mo Yan speak this way made Yan Junyu even more uncomfortable. He wanted her to complain to him, not to force a smile while clearly disliking something, pretending to be pleased—this made him feel a great distance between them, a feeling he disliked very much.
Mo Yan could not guess what was going through Yan Junyu’s mind. Seeing that he looked upset and was silent, she thought he was still blaming himself and comforted him, "This really isn’t your fault; don’t dwell on it, otherwise, it’ll leave us all feeling uncomfortable."
Had the rice still been in the fields, if this man hadn’t been secretly watching over them, it was likely that others would have had their sights set on that rice crop long ago, and there would have been no subsequent bumper harvest. Moreover, he’d helped her significantly, and she had wanted to repay him with the high-yield rice, but even that plan had been spoiled. She was the one who should be feeling guilty.
Seeing the look of shame on Mo Yan’s face, the misunderstood Yan Junyu initially wanted to clarify things, but ultimately gave up. Having some feeling of guilt was better than leaving nothing at all in her heart.