He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 228 - 228 221 The sweetness of a nurturing system its very

Chapter 228: 221: The sweetness of a nurturing system, it’s very pampering (first update) Chapter 228: 221: The sweetness of a nurturing system, it’s very pampering (first update) Qiaolin Town was surrounded by mountains on all sides. The distance displayed on the navigation system wasn’t far, and He Dongzhou had estimated he would arrive by noon, but after two wrong turns in the mountains guided by the navigation system, it was past four in the afternoon by the time he finally made his way to Monkey Head Village. The car could only be driven to the stone monument marking the village’s name; beyond that point, he had to rely on his legs for the small paths that led further in.

Monkey Head Village was very small, with just over a dozen households scattered throughout, one here, another there.

The villagers of Monkey Head Village bore various surnames. Little Scar took her grandmother’s surname Xu. Grandma Xu spoke the local dialect and called Little Scar out from her room.

Little Scar was surprised to see He Dongzhou, her expression almost one of disbelief.

“Mr. He.”

That’s how she addressed He Dongzhou.

He Dongzhou had only seen photographs of Little Scar before, and the video call last time was too dark to make out her features properly. The eighteen-year-old girl had blossomed into a stunning beauty, the kind that could stir the heart. Personally, He Dongzhou even thought that the birthmark on the corner of her eye suited her very well, adding just the right touch of imperfection.

She bore a strong resemblance to Wen Yuan.

Since the moment He Dongzhou had walked in, Grandma Xu had been constantly busy: brewing tea, fetching snacks, and even stepping out to bring back two watermelons, a big bag of freshly picked grapes, a fish, and a duck.

Grandma Xu didn’t speak Mandarin and gestured to He Dongzhou to eat, but he couldn’t understand what she said.

Little Scar translated from the side, “Grandma says she’s going to cook and asks you to stay for dinner.”

The old lady was so sincere that He Dongzhou felt it would be rude to refuse.

The one-story red brick house was barely fifty square meters, consisting of a living room and two bedrooms that could be seen at a glance, with the kitchen outside under a thatched shelter.

Little Scar sat next to the table, which she and her grandmother had used for many years. Despite being scrubbed clean, it still had dark lines that resembled dirt.

She was quite worried that her benefactor might not be used to this.

Originally, it was Mr. He who had provided the money for Grandma Xu’s heart bypass surgery and also financed Little Scar’s continued education. His kindness was as heavy as a mountain to her.

The benefactor didn’t seem familiar with the rural snacks, examining the dish intently.

“These are pumpkin seeds.”

Thinking He Dongzhou might not know how to eat them, Little Scar took a handful, patiently shelling each one and placing the seeds in the corner of the plate.

“When do the results come out?”

a pile, she sat up straight and answered, “On the

do you

“Imperial Capital University.”

Dongzhou’s cup was

Scar stood up to refill

ago; she had grown a bit taller now, and her face had filled out somewhat, no longer

dress fit well?” He Dongzhou suddenly

Little Scar nodded.

turned very

thought to himself that

duck, fish, and meat, more lavish than even the New Year’s feast. The grandmother and granddaughter usually lived a frugal life, and though He Dongzhou sent a considerable sum of money to Little Scar every

Little Scar hardly spoke, keeping her head down. She made a

car was running low on fuel, and if he took a wrong turn like on the way here, the fuel probably wouldn’t be enough. There were no hotels around

the desk was stacked high with books. The walls were plastered with certificates. The window was old-fashioned,

Scar knocked

“Come in.”

brought in a bottle of Florida Water containing half a bottle of dark green liquid,

it was very effective, the only drawback being

do you

can put it

his hand, the other bracing himself on the edge of the bed, his back against

dabbed it onto his wrist with her fingertips. Her hands were not like those of most young girls; they were hands that often did manual work. She wore a school uniform that might have been washed many times, thin and slightly faded, through which the light

at the waist, the girl’s body was outlined beneath the billowing fabric

Dongzhou was

the mountainous countryside, a June evening was

wiped it down with a half-dry rag three times, waited for it to fully dry, plugged it in, and tried

take it

from outside, but

“Mr. He.”

open; Mr. He seemed to be asleep. She tiptoed into the room, moved the chair she used for doing homework next to the bed, placed the fan on it, turned it to medium speed, glanced at the person on the bed, then turned it up a

“Mr. He.”

“Mr. He.”

for good health voiced over the dinner table had not

their benefactor was not used to it and fell ill. The family had only an old bicycle as a means of transportation, besides a

the ox cart herself for