CEO's Wife Very Cunning

As they passed a field of wheat, Xu Zhu stepped on her cloth shoes because she was in a hurry to leave.

For rheumatism patients, bending, squatting, stepping, etc., using the joints is very difficult and arduous.

She bent down with difficulty and picked up her shoes. When he straightened up, he suddenly realized that the wheat field belonged to the Village Head.

In the distance, a man's laughter could be heard. Probably the village chief's family was collecting wheat!

Looking at the glistening yellow ears of wheat, Xu Zhu smacked her lips in envy.

The Village Head had a good view of the future! I heard the price of flour this year has doubled since last year.

The two carts of tomatoes her family planted had been shipped to the city by Qiu Hai a few days ago to be sold.

Why don't we hurry up and buy some wheat seeds next year and try some other varieties? Right, go back and discuss it with your son and daughter-in-law.

After finishing her calculations, Xu Zhu continued walking in the direction of the grocery store.

On the other side of the field, a young man was waving a sickle, slicing ripe wheat in an attempt to cook it.

Despite the early autumn, his gray T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, passing through the porcelain like skin on his neck and shining with a faint luster. His actions, which were filled with power, displayed the youth's health and vitality.

His every move was so beautiful that it made people unable to look away.

"Ka!" Following the director's loud shout, Yan Xi Bai straightened his upper body and handed the sickle in his hand to his bodyguard, Li Hu.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead as he walked to the side to rest.

The moment he sat down, Lin Cong picked up a bottle of pure water, unscrewed the cap and handed it over.

"Young Master, drink some water!"

Yan Xi Bai raised his head and drank a few mouthfuls. This action perfectly displayed the beautiful line of the teenager's lower jaw.

With a sizzling sound, the bodyguard Li Bao pushed aside the wheat and revealed himself.

After exchanging glances with Li Hu, he quickly walked over to the little mistress's side.

"Is it done?" Yan Xi put the water down and asked slowly.

"Yes." Li Bao bent down and whispered into the youth's ear, "As you instructed, do as you wish."

"You've worked hard." The teenager lowered his eyes in satisfaction. It was still the same sentence.

At this moment, the village chief's second son, Wen Cai, came over and sat beside him. He handed him an apple and asked, "Are you resting?"

"Yes." Yan Xi Bai nodded his head and extended his hand to receive the apple. At the same time, she moved to the side to give him a space.

Wen Li was a simple man in the mountains, and Yan Xibai had a good impression of him.

Li Bao silently retreated a few steps, standing two meters behind his little mistress, with his older brother, Li Hu, by his side.

The two brothers stood there with their hands behind their back, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

Li Bao's eyes drooped slightly. He noticed that there was a small piece of paper stuck on his sleeve.

The paper was an earthen yellow, with a black circle around it.

Although it was no longer recognizable, he could still make out that it was the kind of paper money that was not burnt out, the kind that was used to burn dead people during the Qing Ming Festival.

Li Bao expressionlessly raised his hand and brushed away the paper on his sleeve.

"I say, your farm work is really decent!" Wen Fu took a big bite of the apple and gave him a thumbs-up as he munched hard.

The youth smirked as he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "That's because you're a good teacher."

Wen Gui shrunk his neck back, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Where is it?!" I only did one demonstration, and I didn't teach you anything, so I didn't dare to take credit for it.

You cut quickly and neatly, with more experience than I do! Really, have you lived in the country before? "

Yan Xi Bai was silent for a moment. His gaze swept across the wheat field and landed on a distant place. It was unknown what he was thinking about. After a long while, he finally said:

"For a while."

"No wonder." Wen Cai mumbled to himself as he nudged him with his elbow. His tone was full of excitement as he said, "The first place in this afternoon's competition will definitely be yours!"

"Thank you for your blessings." Yan Xiebai pursed his lips, playing with the apple in his hand, "However, we are in the same group. If we can really win by a fluke, it will also be because of two people."

"No, no, no, it's all thanks to you." Wen Gui smiled innocently, revealing two dimples.

After these two days of contact, he felt that he was quite angry with this little brother.

Yesterday, when Yan XIubai first arrived at the village, due to so many people following behind him, he was both an assistant and a bodyguard.

Some scoffed, thinking he was too pretentious; some looked on with disdain, while others envied him. They used to flatter him, hoping to get something out of him.

Wen Cai did not say anything, but he felt a little awkward in his heart.

However, after understanding the situation, he realized that it wasn't his intention to do so, but the rules of his family.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, there wasn't anything wrong with the arrangements of the elders.

Which family's old man didn't care about this junior?

It was indeed more convenient to bring an assistant along. With a bodyguard following him, it would also ensure his safety.

After all, in this remote mountain, no one could be sure.

A young master from a wealthy family, if he was always alone, who would be happy to see anything happen in Stone Village?

After thinking it through, he could finally understand it.

Later on, whenever someone questioned this matter, Wen Gui would stand up and explain it to them.

With the village chief's son to help them talk, and with the bodyguards and assistants keeping a low profile, they never gave any trouble to the villagers. Very quickly, everyone got used to it.

Those who were gossiping also shut their mouths.

Actually, the gossip about Yan XIubai had never stopped.

His extraordinary background had long since determined his fate — no matter where he went, he would easily become the center of attention.

Yan family group training rules, the woman and the person with a different surname cannot inherit the family business.

As such, people often talked about him behind his back, saying that he was the future heir to the company, and even called him the crown prince of the Yan family.

In response, Yan Xibai always smiled faintly, declining to comment.

As the eldest grandson of the Yan Clan, it would not be excessive to say that he was equivalent to a little prince in the family of ancient kings.

The difference between a prince and a crown prince was like that of heaven and earth, but the difference in status was like that of heaven and earth. In other words, the future business might not be his.

Grandfather had long since let go of the word that everything concerning the Yan family was left to those who had the ability to do so and those who had no ability to do so.

In other words, even surnamed Yan would be useless if it was a useless Ah Dou.

Yan Kun also said that if the Yan family's two grandsons were all useless, the family would consider taking in a few foster sons to train them strictly. In the end, an elite was selected to take over the Yan Clan.

His mother had reminded him many times that this was not only a matter of him alone, but also a matter that involved him and his father, as well as all the related interests of this line.

His grandfather was a man of his word. Once he lost the right to inherit, many people would be affected, and they would be left destitute for the rest of their lives.

His younger brother was still young and had no intention of doing so. In order to not let his family business slip by, the youth had no choice.

Everyone thought that Yan XIubai was a genius, but no one knew how much suffering and hard work he had put in.

Ever since he was born, he had not lived a comfortable life.

As a young child, he had invited senior teachers over to teach him all kinds of skills. If he couldn't learn it, he wouldn't be allowed to eat.

In particular, his martial arts instructor had very strict requirements. As long as he made the slightest movement incorrectly, he would be locked in the small dark room to reflect on his actions, or be punished to spend a few hours under the scorching sun while on horseback.

Needless to say, my grandfather personally oversaw my work. Before I go to primary school, I have to study hard every day. To recite a wrong word was to be beaten, and the stick was as thick as an adult's arm.

No matter how smart a person was, it was impossible for him to have photographic memory. For a time, beatings, starvation, and punishment were common.