Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 27 - 00 Do not disturb Miss Young_1

Chapter 27: 0027 Do not disturb Miss Young_1

Chapter 27: 0027 Do not disturb Miss Young_1

Ruffy Smith wanted to say, was it just a dinner?

He wished he could live here.

Of course, these were words he would never utter.

He feared he might be thrown out on the spot.

Although he also had a bodyguard, compared to the one specially arranged by the country for Ellen Young, dealing with them was still somewhat unreliable.

He stood up, moved his neck, and then looked solemnly at Ellen Young, “Alright then, whenever you’ve made up your mind, send me a message. My number hasn’t changed, you certainly remember it.”

Ruffy Smith was once a student of Ellen Young.

Even though he was older than Ellen Young.

But that wasn’t embarrassing, he was already outstanding, it was Ellen Young who was not normal.

The professor who had taught them back then either became her colleague or her student.

However, even immortals require worship by mortals, and he was willing to be that worshiping mortal.

Ellen Young began to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, without a slightest hint of retention: “Go.”

Ruffy Smith was still grumbling internally, thinking that this woman was indeed cold-hearted.

Not giving anyone the slightest favor.

However, seeing her cleaning up like this, and thinking about her once lofty cold face, to be honest, the current Ellen Young had a more human touch, appearing even more agreeable.

If you weren’t an insider, who would think that the achievements she had obtained were out of reach for countless people in their entire lives?

In the end, Ruffy Smith took a last glance at Ellen Young and left.

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That night, atop the hill by Ellen Young’s house, a sneaky figure appeared.

This sneaky figure was none other than Aunt Peterson’s son from earlier that day.

He was somewhat unable to control himself upon seeing Ellen Young’s delicate and tender face during the day; even though he hadn’t seen much in the countryside, he hadn’t seen many naturally beautiful women like Ellen Young in the city either. He heard that Ellen Young lived alone in the mountain village’s tile-roofed house, all by herself, at night, without anyone else, and thus he entertained thoughts he shouldn’t have.

Countryside girls were shy, he reckoned; if he forced himself on her tonight, cooking the raw rice into a done deal, Ellen Young wouldn’t be able to refuse him, right?

Indulging in his fanciful thoughts, coupled with the dead of night and the silence all around amplifying the ugly desires hidden in people’s hearts, Aunt Peterson’s son looked towards the solitary lit tile-roofed house on the hill, which seemed even more desolate in the light.

He came to the fence gate, saw a vague figure moving inside, and just as his heart fluttered with the thought of forcibly prying open the fence gate, he suddenly felt as if something was pressed against the back of his head.

Somewhat hard, cold, pressing against the back of his head.

His entire body stiffened.

From the corner of his eye, he saw three tall figures appear in the surrounding darkness, all uniformly tall, dressed in plain clothes but exuding a united aura of imposing seriousness.

They wore expressions devoid of any emotion, and judging by the angle of the object one of them was holding in his hand, it was pressed against the back of Aunt Peterson son’s head.

Aunt Peterson’s son might not have eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run; that moment, he thought of something ordinary people had never seen before—a gun.

He was so scared he nearly peed himself.

He trembled, “You… you…”

One of them spoke up, “Such audacity to come to any place, is everyone so brave these days?”

Another voice sounded impatiently, “Miss Young is about to rest, finish him off quickly, don’t disturb Miss Young.”

Aunt Peterson’s son only heard this sentence when he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and then, he knew nothing more.