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?”

sat up straight and answered,

you hope

“Imperial Capital University.”

cup

Scar stood up to

her face had filled out somewhat, no longer resembling a bean pod withered from dehydration and

well?” He Dongzhou suddenly

Little Scar nodded.

turned very

He Dongzhou thought to himself that he should buy a larger size

a table full of dishes including chicken, 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

clean chopsticks and bowls, served He Dongzhou food. Little Scar hardly spoke, keeping her head down. She made a toast to him with a drink, wishing

be enough. There were no hotels around due to the mountains. Little Scar gave up her room for the guest, with all the bedding changed to clean ones that carried the scent

and the desk was stacked high with books. The walls were plastered with certificates. The window was old-fashioned, with rusted iron bars which the room’s occupant had wrapped with hemp rope, from which hung strands of folding paper

Little Scar knocked

“Come in.”

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

grandmother had made it with herbs, and it was very effective, the only drawback being it didn’t smell

do you

put it on

reached out his hand, the other bracing himself on the edge of the bed, his back against the wall at the head

hesitated for a moment, poured some tincture into her palm, bent down, and gently dabbed it onto his wrist with her fingertips. Her hands were not like those of most young girls; they

the waist, the girl’s body was outlined

was

countryside, a June evening

Scar found the family’s second-hand fan, wiped it down with a half-dry rag three times,

to take it to her

outside, but there

“Mr. He.”

seconds, she pushed the door 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

“Mr. He.”

“Mr. He.”

good health voiced over the dinner table had not come true; He Dongzhou was feverish to the point of losing

guilty, thinking their food might be the issue, that their benefactor was not used to it and fell ill. The family had only an old bicycle as a

walking, so Little Scar pulled the ox cart herself for three miles to take