The 991st Book About Selling Sand in the Desert

Su Wan worked herself to the bone in the Li household while enduring accusations of being a “fox spirit” and keeping an eye on her brother-in-law's sticky gaze.

The old man of the Li family declared, “Until you've paid back the eight hundred yuan bride price, you're a Li in life and a Li's ghost in death!”

Su Wan clutched the osmanthus cake in her hand and sneered. Did they really think she was a lump of dough they could knead as they pleased? She would make pastries and earn big money. She was determined to carve out a path to prosperity in this poor, remote village!

But before her business could take off, Lu Lingsheng, the aloof, rugged village party secretary whom everyone in the village respected and feared, started showing up at her door.

By day, he was a decisive village official who publicly warned the bullies that if they laid a hand on her again, he'd have them thrown in jail.

At night, he climbed over her fence with medicated red-flower oil he'd bought with his own money and piping-hot steamed buns.

Watching the man's ears turn red, Su Wan deliberately leaned closer. “Secretary Lu, how long are you planning to keep an eye on me?”

Lu Lingsheng gazed at her intently, his rough fingertips brushing the corner of her lips. “For the rest of your life. Just try running away.”