Chen Yang settled into the business van but didn't start the engine for a long while.
The warm sunlight was just right.
The villagers out for a stroll were all discussing the marriage between Ning Kun and a girl named Dandan. The gist of it was that Ning Kun, that useless idiot, must have been blessed with some incredible ancestral luck to have gained the girl's family's favor.
A man like him should have remained a bachelor his entire life. It was a pity for a good girl like Dandan—a clear case of a beautiful flower planted in a pile of cow dung.
Their words even touched upon the village chief's son, who surely wouldn't be content to let Dandan marry a good-for-nothing.
Chen Yang's eyes darkened instantly, and his slightly upturned lips twisted into a scowl of annoyance and profound indignation.
