The Petite Wife of An Eighties' Villainous Big-Shot

Chapter 3: I Can’t Carry You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qi Mianmian: “…”

Why did he leave just like that? Was he not going to bother about her anymore?

Although her left foot was no longer bleeding, the wound would reopen if she started to walk.

Sigh, even if she wasn’t injured, wouldn’t he take the opportunity to do something to her and bring her home as his wife?

This villain was really unprofessional.

She couldn’t even employ her poisons.

Qi Mianmian silently complained to herself as she shouted for help. “Hey, Gu Zhan, my leg is injured and I can’t walk. Can you help me find a wooden stick to use as a crutch?”

She was teasing him.

She wasn’t interested in his looks, nor was she curious about his experiences. She was interested in the poison in his body.

She needed to heal people or carry out detoxification of specific poisons to gain experience points and level up in the Medical Spirit Dimension.

It was rare for one to encounter a strange poison like the Night Loathing. If she could cure it, she would gain a lot of experience points.

Besides, he had really helped her just now. She, Qi Mianmian, never liked to owe people favors. If this poison could be cured, then she would cure it.

Gu Zhan acknowledged her words and descended from the bridge again. He handed Qi Mianmian a rattan walking stick. “This is what I usually use for picking herbs.”

Qi Mianmian raised her eyebrows. “Thank you.”

Gu Zhan said lightly, “You’re welcome.” Then, he climbed onto the bridge again.

Qi Mianmian: “…”

Why did he leave again?

Qi Mianmian was about to protest when Gu Zhan said in a clear voice from the bridge, “Wait a moment. There’s a fellow villager ahead with a cart, cutting grass. I’ll see if I can borrow it.”

Qi Mianmian: “…”

Gu Zhan really didn’t seem like a bad person.

While waiting, Qi Mianmian tried hard to recall the books she had read, wanting to see which book she had entered. Unfortunately, she could not remember any book that involved a biological mother and boyfriend who had caused the death of a pitiful character with the same name as her.

Was she in a book that she had never read before?

Even if that was the case, it did not matter. She only needed to work hard to level up in the Medical Spirit Dimension.

Qi Mianmian comforted herself and was about to use her school bag as a cover to grab a chocolate from the next dimension when the grass behind her rustled again. Gu Zhan pushed a small two-wheeled cart in front of her.

The cart was small but clean.

Gu Zhan pushed the cart to Qi Mianmian and said gently, “Get in.”

Qi Mianmian: “…”

Get into the car herself?

Wouldn’t it open up her wound?

She glared at him unhappily. “I can’t get on. Carry me up.”

Gu Zhan was stunned for a moment. He looked at Qi Mianmian for a beat, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He said lightly, “Men and women shouldn’t touch each other. I can’t… help you. Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined.”

Qi Mianmian blushed.”…”

Holy shit. She forgot it was 1985, the year of conservative feudalism. He wouldn’t even be able to help her up, let alone carry her onto the cart.

Helpless, she gritted her teeth and carefully got on the cart with the help of her walking stick.

After such an embarrassing incident, Qi Mianmian no longer had the mood to tease Gu Zhan. Gu Zhan also didn’t speak, and the two of them kept silent in tacit agreement.

Along the way, all Qi Mianmian saw was a quiet street with few pedestrians. Even if there were, they would only look at Gu Zhan with fear and then curiously at Qi Mianmian’s left foot, retracting their gaze like thieves.

Qi Mianmian: “…”

She remembered now. Not only did Gu Zhan have a bad reputation, but her character was also timid and did not like to talk. Neither was her character likable. Few people took the initiative to talk to her.

Ten minutes later, Gu Zhan parked the cart in front of No. 63 on River Dyke Street.

He put down the handle of the cart and went forward to knock on the gate.

When he walked past, Qi Mianmian was surprised to smell a particularly pleasant scent on him.

It was not the smell of powder, vanilla and other foreign objects, but his natural body fragrance.

So he wasn’t only a stunner, but also smelled naturally pleasant?

She had to pray that he was not a bad person. Otherwise, it would be such a waste of God’s good gifts.