Chapter 5: The “Fiancée” Turned Out to Be a Man!

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Fang Cinian felt somewhat uneasy, but fortunately, it was dark, and the oil lamp inside the room cast a dim light, obscuring his expression.

“You all looked down on me before. I wasn’t willing to admit it, so I naturally wouldn’t say anything!” At this moment, Fang Cinian adopted the original owner's rogue attitude. “But today, after having a close brush with death, I’m scared. I want to accumulate some virtue so that if I really die, it won’t be so disgraceful.”

Old Fang stared at him suspiciously.

No one knew better than him the kind of person his son was.

“Father, I— I really know my mistakes now. I won’t be like before anymore. What I say during the day is true. I sincerely want to change. Please believe me just this once!”

“I’ve heard the same words from you so many times that my ears have calluses. I don’t expect you to achieve much, I only hope that from now on, you do things that your conscience can bear!”

“Definitely, definitely!”

Fang Ning watched her father act like a supplicant and wanted to laugh but couldn’t.

At this moment, Liang Anrong also spoke earnestly, “Father, we all know our mistakes. From now on, we will behave properly and will never do anything to embarrass you again.”

Old Fang, hearing this, had nothing more to say. “It’s enough that you know!”

“Grandpa, try this pancake. My mother made it.” Seeing the scene, Fang Ning quickly took a piece of shepherd’s purse egg pancake and offered it to Old Fang. “Although it’s cold and not as good as when it just came out of the pan, it’s still delicious.”

Seeing his grandson so sensible for the first time, Old Fang accepted it. He hadn’t expected his lazy eldest son’s wife to make anything tasty, but the flavor surprised him once he took a bite.

So Old Fang quietly finished eating it.

Fang Ning quickly took another piece, “Grandpa, have another bite. This is your grandson’s filial offering.”

Old Fang, who had intended to refuse, saw the hopeful look on Fang Ning’s face and reluctantly took it, finishing it. But this time, he spoke first, “It’s getting late. I should head back now. I hope what you said tonight isn’t just empty words to fool an old man like me.”

“Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll supervise Dad and Mom. If they mess up again, I’ll tell you, and you can come and scold them.” Fang Ning took over the conversation and then took three more pieces of shepherd’s purse egg pancake with a bowl. “Take these home for Grandma to try.”

Old Fang didn’t refuse and took them.

Liang Anrong gave Fang Cinian a meaningful look.

Fang Cinian hurriedly stood up. “Father, it’s dark and the road is dangerous. Let me escort you.”

“No need. I can walk back with my eyes closed. Go on and eat. Don’t worry about me.” Old Fang glared at Fang Cinian and then left.

After Old Fang left, Liang Anrong offered a piece of pancake to Fang Cinian. “Our dear Fang has worked hard. Here, eat.”

Fang Cinian smiled broadly. “Wife, it’s no trouble at all.”

“Eat quickly.”

“Your cooking is really good.”

“Shall I make this for you again tomorrow?”

“Alright, alright. Come on, open your mouth, dear wife...”

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Fang Ning: “…”

Her parents’ love for her was surely because she was an unexpected gift of their love.

Watching her parents feed each other, making her teeth ache, Fang Ning lowered her head and ate silently, pretending she didn’t exist.

There wasn’t much entertainment at night in ancient times. After washing in the dark, there was nothing to do but go to sleep.

Lying in bed, Fang Ning thought about her experience of dying and coming back to life—a feeling that seemed unreal.

However, after a day of turmoil and being only ten years old now, she unconsciously fell asleep.

The next day.

To thank Fang Cinian for saving Zhao Baoquan, Lady Li sent over a chicken and five jin of rice. Liang Anrong only accepted the rice and refused the chicken. The two of them argued, waking Fang Ning.

Rubbing her eyes, Fang Ning went out. “Aunt Zhao, given our current situation, we can’t raise a chicken. Please take it back.”

“Yes, yes, Sister-in-law Zhao, please take it back. We’ll accept the rice,” Liang Anrong said hurriedly.

Seeing this, Lady Li didn’t force it anymore. She took the chicken back and sent over twenty eggs instead.

“You can’t raise chickens well, but you should accept these eggs. Compared to how Brother Fang saved our lives, this is nothing,” Lady Li insisted, determined to make Liang Anrong accept them. “Look at Ningning, she’s so thin. Consider this as nourishment for the child.”

After stuffing the eggs into Liang Anrong’s hands, Lady Li turned and left.

Liang Anrong was helpless.

“I want to eat boiled eggs.”

Fang Ning raised her hand.

“Alright, alright. Shall I boil three for you?”

“Boil five.”

Fang Ning was still thinking about going up the mountain behind the village—to rely on the mountain for sustenance. She wanted to see if there were any goods on the mountain that could be sold.

Although she was just a ten-year-old child now, her soul was already twenty-seven years old. She couldn’t really be a freeloader!

“Can you eat that many?”

“No, I can’t. Aren’t you going to town with Dad later? I’ll save them for lunch.”

Liang Anrong didn’t doubt Fang Ning’s plan and boiled a good number of eggs for her, then went to town with Fang Cinian to look for ways to make a living.

After they left, Fang Ning found her small basket and took a sickle, planning to head up the mountain.

Just as she reached the village’s main road, a horse-drawn carriage approached.

The coachman saw Fang Ning and stopped. “Young master, where is the Fang family’s main house?”

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Fang Ning arched her brows slightly. “Why are you looking for that family?”

“I heard that their whole family drowned yesterday. Our lady came to pay respects!” The coachman looked sorrowful. “The young master of the Fang main household is our lady’s fiancé.”

Fang Ning: “!!!”

You just drowned, and your whole family too!

Wait, how does the original owner’s fiancée, Si Xingyun, know the original owner would drown?

So Si Xingyun is inside the carriage?

This is no ordinary matter.

Fang Ning’s eyes flickered. “The alley is too narrow to enter. You all get down; I’ll take you in.”

“Miss, the villagers said it’s too small inside, so we’d better trouble you to get off the carriage,” the coachman said, turning to the person inside.

“Hmm.” The person inside responded softly.

The coachman jumped down, took off the seat, set it up, and pulled aside the curtain. A girl wearing a bamboo hat stepped out, holding the coachman’s hand to descend.

Her fingers were slender and jade-like, with distinct joints... a young lady’s hands? Fang Ning raised her brow.

That the coachman was a martial artist was evident from his posture and the calluses on his palm.

“Young master, please lead the way,” the coachman said to Fang Ning.

Fang Ning glanced again at Si Xingyun.

In the original owner's memory, Si Xingyun was four years older, but this girl was too tall for a fourteen-year-old girl. Although she walked with small steps, Fang Ning, a top agent, immediately recognized—

What a scam! This Si Xingyun was clearly a boy!

One disguised as a male, the other as a female... what’s going on?

Fang Ning silently cursed inwardly as she led the “fiancée” back home.

During the short walk, Fang Ning made countless assumptions.

Seeing farmers who clearly were not hosting a funeral, “she” and the coachman exchanged glances, then looked at Fang Ning.

Fang Ning crossed her arms. “Let me introduce myself: I am the fiancé you mentioned—the drowned young master of the Fang main household, Fang Ning!”