After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

The next day.

Song Huiling brought Yang and A'mo and came to Turing Pass again.

However, the land where they had set up their stall yesterday had already been occupied by several small vendors. Before Song Huiling even approached, Aunt Wang rushed over and cursed them out: "You unscrupulous little bastards, you left the good land here and came here to grab the little girl's land. I will beat you to death!"

Those vendors were still young and couldn't bring themselves to engage in a quarrel with others.

Aunt Wang was aggressive and had a strong fighting spirit. She grabbed people's clothes, kicked and pushed them. The three or four young guys were completely helpless against her and left in disgrace.

Yang and A'mo pushed the cart over and worked together to move the cabinet off the cart.

Aunt Wang took Song Huiling's hand and took her aside: "Xiao Song, I didn't tell anyone about what happened yesterday, not even my wife. I don't know how these little bastards got to your place."

Song Huiling's lips curved slightly: "It's okay, I trust my aunt."

Aunt Wang didn't say anything, but other people weren't stupid. The fact that she made money by selling tea yesterday must have been discovered by someone with ulterior motives, but no one came to ask her directly.

After setting up the stall, Song Huiling quietly told Yang and A'mo: "We think we've been watched. Everyone should be careful. Wait for another hour or two and see. If the situation is not right, close the stall early and we won't come tomorrow."

Now that she's here today, Song Huiling doesn't want to just go back. Aunt Wang is so good at identifying people and attracting customers, it would be good if she could make the acquaintance of a few more important people.

Upon hearing this, A'mo acted as if he was facing a powerful enemy and placed the scimitar in the most conspicuous position on his waist.

When the boy was serious, his eyes and brows were cold and sharp, which made people intimidated. The timid ones would not dare to approach him easily after just one look.

Some of the brave ones came over to get close to Song Huiling and asked her about her tea selling situation in a roundabout way. Others, saying that they were afraid that she would be lonely, said they would move their stall next to her and chat with her to relieve her boredom.

Song Huiling dealt with them one by one. If she wanted to please others, she could make them feel comfortable and satisfied without giving people the feeling of hypocrisy and evasion.

Those people were very happy when they were tricked away, thinking that they were not yet familiar with the girl to the point of being open-hearted, so they would come back to talk to her in a few days.

But they didn’t expect that after today, they would never see Song Huiling again.

The number of tourists traveling to and from Turing Pass gradually increased, and several large caravans entering and leaving Qianzhong stopped here to rest.

The vendors were busy as hell, but Song Huiling's stall became deserted. These people were busy on their way, and few of them had the leisure to sit down and patiently savor a cup of expensive tea.

When there were the most people, Aunt Wang was too busy to handle it all, so she asked Yang and A'mo to help.

It was the zenith of the sun. Song Huiling was alone at the stall, lazily slumped in a chair, listening to the noisy hawking sounds around him. Fatigue gradually set in, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed.

After a while, the noise around her seemed to be blocked out, and in her drowsiness, a strange yet somewhat familiar voice called her softly.

Song Huiling forced herself to raise her eyelids and met a pair of deep pupils. She suddenly woke up, straightened her body, and said in a distant tone: "Why is it you?"

"Sister Ling, what are you doing here?" Xie Yunsui lowered his eyes, and his gaze on Song Huiling's face became even deeper.

"What else can we do here? Set up a stall, of course." Song Huiling responded indifferently, looking around calmly. Yang and A'mo were busy and had not noticed what was happening here.

Song Huiling just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, and was unwilling to even make him a cup of tea for greeting: "Mr. Xie, if you have nothing to do, please don't interfere with my business here."

Song Huiling's attitude was distant and cold, and Xie Yunsui felt a sharp pain in his heart. He couldn't help but take a step forward and grabbed her wrist.

"What are you going to do?" Song Huiling was lifted up from the chair by Xie Yunsui's strength, and her breathing became disordered.

Having dealt with Xie Yunsui once before, she knew very well that he was not the kind of person who would listen to reason. At the moment, she didn't care whether she would be misunderstood by Yang or not, and she shouted for help at the top of her voice.

But Xie Yunsui covered her mouth tightly the moment she spoke, and his eyes became dangerous: "Sister Ling, I just want to talk to you quietly. If you resist like this, I'm afraid I can't help but do something to you."

Xie Yunsui had a bit of a crazy streak, so Song Huiling didn't dare to anger him easily. Although she tried her best to stay calm, her trembling eyelashes still revealed her panic at the moment.

Touching those clear eyes, Xie Yunsui's eyes gradually softened. He let go of Song Huiling and lowered his voice with a bit of coaxing: "Sister Ling, don't be afraid. I have something important to tell you. I was planning to look for you after returning to the city, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Song Huiling had a hunch that something bad was going to happen, but she was afraid that Xie Yunsui would do something out of the ordinary again, so she reluctantly gave him a chance to speak.

Xie Yunsui didn't want others to overhear what he wanted to say, so he took Song Huiling to another place to talk.

It was a busy time and no one noticed that two figures disappeared quietly.

The two of them came to the creek, and Song Huiling deliberately distanced himself from him: "Thank you, Master. Please keep your conversation short."

A trace of pain flashed across Xie Yunsui's eyes, but it quickly disappeared: "Sister Ling, I was incompetent for not protecting you before and letting you marry a vulgar warrior."

Song Huiling interrupted immediately: "Master Xie, there is no need to say these meaningless words. My husband is gentle and considerate. I don't think he is vulgar."

"So, you really fell in love with that warrior?" Xie Yunsui felt his heart slipping from his chest and falling into an endless abyss. Jealousy and anger intertwined together and were about to burst out.

"Yes!" Song Huiling did not avoid Xie Yunsui's gaze at all, and said firmly, "I like He Zhan!"

Xie Yunsui staggered back a step, his eyes lost their luster, replaced by a bottomless sadness: "Sister Ling, why..."

Song Huiling remained unmoved, and said in a calm tone: "Xie Yunsui, the Song Huiling you liked has disappeared. I hope you can let go of your obsession as soon as possible."

Even if she hadn't come through, Xie Yunsui and the original owner would have had no ending.

Xie Yunsui suddenly stepped forward, and Song Huiling was so frightened that he immediately took several steps back. He said earnestly, "Xie Yunsui, you will definitely return to the capital to realize your ambitions in the future. You should not indulge in love affairs. I have made it very clear that there is no possibility between us! If you are still a man, please maintain your last dignity and stop pestering me."

"Then do you think there is a possibility between you and He Zhan?"

Xie Yunsui stopped and spoke in an unusually calm tone, but beneath that calm face, it seemed that a storm was brewing that was about to erupt.

"If I tell you that you can leave He Zhan now and be yourself, would you still be willing to stay with him?"