Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 599 - 597: Stop Looking at Me

At the entrance of the cinema, Lu Shouyue held a large bucket of popcorn, protecting Lin Wanwan as they walked into the theater amidst the crowd.

The movie they’re watching today is a comedy, the State Preceptor’s first comedy, known for its good reviews and high box office, though the attendance for this particular showing seems low.

Lin Wanwan and Lu Shouyue sat in the second-to-last row, and they were the only two there. In front and to the left sat Lu Shouyue’s bodyguard, Old Zhang, and another bodyguard, Ah Hao, sat behind them to the right. Apart from them, no one occupied the front or back rows.

The movie began. After watching for a while, Lin Wanwan could only say that the State Preceptor truly lived up to his name. His grasp of imagery and scene was unmatched by ordinary directors.

As a comedy, it wasn’t all that funny, yet as a drama, it had some amusing parts.

However, Lin Wanwan’s thoughts were not entirely on the movie.

By the time the movie was halfway through, and the popcorn half gone, Lin Wanwan, under the pretense of looking at the popcorn, slightly turned her head, using her peripheral vision to observe Lu Shouyue’s silent, statue-like profile.

The surroundings were dark, illuminated only by the light from the movie screen, casting shadows on his face, making it appear surreal.

A single man and woman in a cinema watching a movie together—this could be considered a date, right? And a quite ceremonious one at that.

When Lu Shouyue invited her to the movie today, a voice suddenly emerged in Lin Wanwan’s mind: "...give Shouyue a chance, try it out, maybe he’s just right for you?"

This was what Lu Shouyue’s mother, Ye Yinyin, whispered in her ear that day. At the time, she couldn’t respond, but these words lingered in her heart ever since.

In fact, she doesn’t know if what she’s doing is right or wrong, selfish or romantic; she truly is clueless about handling emotional matters.

Children from normal families might observe what real love looks like, but since she can remember, she faced grandparents who slept in separate beds, and an uncle who remarried a month after her aunt passed away; she didn’t know if that counted as love.

Does Lu Shouyue still love her? What does he love about her?

Does he love her frequent mysterious disappearances, or her barely passable beauty?

Beauty will fade, and love will change and disappear, right?

While thinking this way, Lin Wanwan’s mind drifted back to the starry picture formed of sketch drawings at Lu Shouyue’s home.

How much time does it take to observe and create so many vivid portraits?

Lu Shouyue and Xiao Chong are different; he doesn’t have elders requiring morning and evening greetings, nor does he have so many restrictions. His environment is free, but...

Unknowingly, Lin Wanwan fell into contemplation, her gaze both confused and increasingly bold, all focused on Lu Shouyue’s handsome profile. She was completely unaware that she had drifted into her own world.

The surround sound in the cinema reverberated, but Lin Wanwan seemed to hear nothing at all.

After a while, Lu Shouyue’s eyelashes fluttered gently under Lin Wanwan’s gaze. Then his handsome face suddenly leaned towards her, his hot breath brushing against her ear. Even though the movie’s volume was loud, his low whisper was crystal clear.

"Wanwan, stop staring at me, I can hardly take it..."

Already lost in a daze, Lin Wanwan stayed frozen for a moment before snapping back to reality, warmth spreading rapidly from her ears throughout her body, as if ignited.

She quickly turned back her head, wishing there were a crack in the ground for her to slip into.

Could she withdraw first? But if she did, it would draw even more attention.

Until the movie ended, Lin Wanwan never relaxed again nor glanced at the person beside her.

For a moment, she even didn’t want to board his private plane.

In the end, she simply turned her head away on the plane, pretending to be sleepy! Absurdly enough, she actually fell asleep while pretending...

Lin Wanwan was quite impressed with her own carefreeness!

Later, when time-traveling back to the Great Tang Manor, watching Little Qingyu chirping happily like a bird, Lin Wanwan suddenly found herself in a stupor once again.

Whether Xiao Chong was there or not, she had a home in the Great Tang! She had her Little Qingyu and the Lin Family ancestors!

She couldn’t abandon life in the Great Tang.

So could she still afford to consider those issues in the modern world? Could she balance it all?

With such confusion, Lin Wanwan walked out of the manor, aimlessly strolling along the riverbank, with Ji Yue, Hong Yan, and Kun Lun silently following her.

Little Qingyu wanted to follow her but was stopped by Cui Ying for class.

Currently, Cui Ying is responsible for Little Qingyu’s lessons while also looking for a suitable tutor in Chang’an City. The Xiao Family’s private school is no longer an option, but studying must continue.

Xiao Yixun also found her joy. Ever since Lin Wanwan gave her a few mushroom sticks from the modern era meant to amuse city folks, she somehow managed to replicate a poisonous mushroom stick, God knows where she obtained the spores from.

The people of Xiao Mansion felt relieved about Xiao Yixun moving to Lin Wanwan’s manor; whether she was under house arrest or not, it seemed nobody cared much.

After the incident of trespassing into the palace gate was investigated, the Xiao Mansion was eager to send her to the countryside estate, and Lin Wanwan taking her away was beyond ideal.

The fields surrounding the manor were filled with diligent Farmers, who would salute Lin Wanwan from afar upon seeing her.

No matter how absent-minded she was, it did not stop them from meticulously performing their salute as a sign of respect.

This new manor master, at first, had the servants impose mandatory cultivation of potatoes, sweet potato vines, and corn—crops the villagers had never even seen, which everyone resisted in their hearts!

Farmers fear change the most; if it affects the harvest, it could mean their doom!

If they can’t pay the field rent, they starve; even if they do pay, they might still starve; the nobles couldn’t care less about their fate.

But what could they do?

As Manor Guests without land of their own, they had no choice but to follow the manor master’s orders to plant those peculiar vines and seeds.

This underlying resentment towards forced farming was unspoken, yet it truly existed in the air above this land.

Then when did they begin to genuinely respect the new master of this place?

Perhaps it started when the Soap and Music Workshop hired their family members as female workers, offering a wage higher than what waiters could earn in the restaurants of Chang’an City.

Or maybe it was with the water-powered bucket wheel by the river, making farmland irrigation more convenient.

It could also be the young lady who frequently patrolled the village with a large white goose, a lynx, a white fox, and three kittens.

The wages given to the female workers could buy enough food to fill one’s stomach, and the swaggering young lady generously handed out various dried fruits, jerky, and pastries to any village children she took a liking to.

This was a master family entirely unlike the ones before; she seemed to treat everyone like people, not like how previous masters regarded them as nothing.