The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 86: Incredibly Glaring

Leng Yuan was easy to find.

To make Gu Jiaojiao as miserable as possible, he was a man she had tailor-made to Gu Jiaojiao’s exact tastes.

Gu Jiaojiao had strange tastes.

She didn’t like the gentle, scholarly type. Instead, she preferred masculine men—powerful and exceptionally handsome.

Since he was a man Gu Jiaojiao could never have, she had simply written him to be absolutely perfect.

That way, Gu Jiaojiao would be filled with even more regret.

And it was because of this that the man was so exceptional she could spot him immediately, even in a crowd.

When Xu Wenwan was writing the story, she had imagined his face, but he wasn’t her type, so the attraction remained purely on the page.

But now, seeing him in person, she had to admit that Gu Jiaojiao’s taste in men was truly impeccable.

His features were striking and his aura, extraordinary. Even in rough, homespun clothes, his magnificence was impossible to conceal.

Leng Yuan’s senses were sharp. The instant Xu Wenwan started sizing him up, he pinpointed her location.

He turned to look, his gaze icy.

Their eyes met—one filled with awe, the other with revulsion.

The awe was Xu Wenwan’s. ’He was already stunning from the side, but seeing him head-on is even more breathtaking. This man is gorgeous.’

A flash of impatience crossed Leng Yuan’s brow. He didn’t know this woman at all, and her constant staring was starting to annoy him.

Just then, Gu Jiaojiao, who was standing beside him, tugged on his sleeve. "Leng Yuan, what are you looking at?" she whispered. "How can you get distracted during the grain distribution? Is anything more important than a full stomach?"

Leng Yuan chuckled.

"It’s nothing. Just saw someone a bit odd."

He looked at the young woman before him, losing all interest in anything else.

Xu Wenwan couldn’t believe it.

’Is that doting look in his eyes for real?’

’Shouldn’t Leng Yuan be sick to death of Gu Jiaojiao?’

She had carefully designed him according to Gu Jiaojiao’s tastes, but she had also given him a crucial trait: he was supposed to despise Gu Jiaojiao. He was supposed to want nothing more than to get away from her.

’He was supposed to be the man Gu Jiaojiao could never have!’

But right now... that adoring gaze, warm enough to melt glaciers... was... it... REAL?

Ever since Xu Wenwan had returned, things had gone wrong. First, Yu Fangfang nearly had a miscarriage, which led to her second brother kicking her. Then, when her parents came home and found out, they gave her a harsh scolding.

Last night, she’d had to squeeze into a bed with her niece because Yu Fangfang couldn’t be moved, so her second brother’s family was still occupying her room.

She thought she was already miserable and frustrated enough.

But none of that compared to the suffocating frustration she felt now, seeing Leng Yuan and Gu Jiaojiao on such good terms.

’Did I transmigrate into the wrong book?!’

’Did someone plagiarize my book and change the character settings?’

As Xu Wenwan’s mind raced with wild theories, the surrounding villagers began to grow angry.

Leng Yuan was one thing, but Gu Jiaojiao was greedy and lazy. On what grounds did she deserve so many work points and so much fine grain?

The team leader grabbed a carrying pole and slammed it on the table. "All of you, shut your mouths!"

"What are you all yelling about? Anyone who shouts again will have their work points docked!"

Seeing the team leader erupt, the crowd finally quieted down. Still, some were unwilling to let it go and spoke up.

The first to speak was Aunt Leng, who had already collected her share of grain and had come over to watch the commotion.

"Leng Yuan and Gu Jiaojiao hardly ever work. Gu Jiaojiao has only been in the Qingshan Team for a month. Where did two months’ worth of work points come from?"

The team leader frowned. "I promised them this beforehand. When Gu Zhiqing developed the thresher, Leng Yuan was in charge of assembling it. If it weren’t for them, we would have lost at least half of our harvest. I’m giving them two extra months’ worth of work points. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

"If you have a problem with it, you’re just an ungrateful wretch! Without their thresher, you think you’d be getting any money or grain at all? Dream on!"

The contribution was undeniable. No one dared to say a word against it.