RYEY -Chapter 510 The Supervisor Arrives

The event ended, and Cheng Qiao returned to the farm with the children. Wu Xiaolin, however, wore a sullen face and asked Cheng Qiao to prepare a room for her—she refused to share a room with Mai Sui.

Cheng Qiao understood why Wu Xiaolin was so agitated. The little girl had misunderstood. She hadn’t realized how precocious girls could be nowadays. Wu Xiaolin was only seven or eight, after all.

“Go to bed early. Tomorrow will be a better day.”

“Mm, thank you, Auntie.”

Cheng Qiao went to settle Wang Zai. Wang Zai had already patrolled this land earlier; it knew this would be its future home, and this land was the paradise it had to protect.

“This is your den. Do you like it?”

A large wooden house stood at the edge of their courtyard. Wang Zai was a little reluctant—it preferred its owner’s space, which was the truly blessed place.

“Guard it well. There’ll be a reward when I return.”

Wang Zai nodded. Cheng Li reached out, wanting to pet it. Cheng Qiao was a little worried, but Wang Zai voluntarily moved its head under Cheng Li’s hand—it smelled familiar on the boy.

“Son, is there anything you want Mom to help you figure out?”

Cheng Qiao noticed Cheng Li was upset and asked directly. She worried her son might be troubled by emotions; after all, he was only ten. Romance was still a joke at that age.

A flash of frustration crossed Cheng Li’s eyes. He indeed had questions. Ever since he opened the little shop, Grandpa had entrusted all matters to Grandpa Yuan Guangming.

Recently, Grandpa Yuan’s health hadn’t been good; he coughed constantly, and medicine didn’t help. Cheng Liguo told him to resign from the sand-control team. The work was too hard, not suitable for him anymore.

Coincidentally, Cheng Li had purchased three acres of land and needed to set up a small shop. Cheng Liguo assigned the task to him, paying a monthly wage—effectively giving Grandpa Yuan a different job.

Cheng Li didn’t usually go, but on weekends or after early dismissal, he would check the shop. He wanted to emulate his mother, expanding the small shop, and eventually build a family mini-farm on this land.

When he shared his wish with Grandpa Yuan, he received full support. The two gradually bonded, and Cheng Li discovered that Grandpa Yuan knew much more than even Cheng Liguo.

Poetry, literature, history, management, business insight—Grandpa Yuan amazed Cheng Li. For a time, he even stayed in Yuan Guangming’s cave dwelling. Cheng Liguo was pleased; the child was learning a lot.

However, this left Wu Xiaolin somewhat lonely. She had come here to endure hardship under her family’s instructions. Without Cheng Li, she couldn’t have endured even a day.

No friends to talk to, no department stores to pass the time, no colorful clothes to choose from, no snacks—if there were any, they weren’t what she liked.

Moreover, this place was near the desert, the environment harsh. Every day the wind blew, carrying sand, often stinging her eyes. If her mouth wasn’t closed fast enough, sand would get inside.

She wanted to go home, but Grandpa said that if Cheng Li could endure, so should his descendants. Otherwise, how could she be the granddaughter of a general?

Wu Xiaolin knew she couldn’t oppose her grandfather, but she agreed with him. Cheng Li was opening a small shop to help Grandpa combat desertification—so she could overcome difficulties for him too.

Yet, Cheng Li had become very busy. For a long time, he hadn’t done homework with her, and sometimes she couldn’t even find him at the shop.

Fortunately, Mai Sui came close to her. Mai Sui was not only beautiful and academically good but also hardworking and resilient.

Over time, the two talked about everything and became true friends. It was only then that Wu Xiaoling learned that Mai Sui was an orphan of a martyr. Deeply moved, she grew even closer to Mai Sui.

Cheng Li was glad that Wu Xiaoling had found a good friend, but since Wu Xiaoling was the granddaughter of a general, he naturally paid attention to her safety. This led him to secretly keep an eye on Mai Sui as well.

Through this observation, Cheng Li seemed to discover a huge secret: Mai Sui was practicing martial arts alone late at night. Having trained with Ye Jun since childhood, Cheng Li immediately recognized that Mai Sui already had a strong foundation.

“Mom, I think Mai Sui has a secret. Wu Xiaoling knows nothing about it. Whether it’s her night-time martial arts practice or the way she controlled Wang Zai today, she hasn’t voluntarily told us anything. Now I suspect her motive for getting close to Wu Xiaoling.”

“So this is what you’re worried about. Do you know anything about Mai Sui’s background?”

“All I know is that she’s an orphan of a martyr—that’s what Wu Xiaoling told me. But without investigation, I can’t fully trust it. After all, Wu Xiaoling is the granddaughter of General Wu; her safety is very important.”

“Don’t worry. Mai Sui’s biological mother was an ability user; she may have inherited her mother’s powers. As for Wu Xiaoling, naturally, someone will secretly protect her.”

Cheng Li trusted Cheng Qiao completely; anything she said was accepted unconditionally. Since Wu Xiaoling had someone guarding her, he no longer worried.

“By the way, the New Year is coming. This time Wu Xiaoling will return to the capital with us, and her family will pick her up at the train station.”

Cheng Li nodded. He had already known about this. Wu Xiaoling looked forward to the New Year every day, because she would finally see her long-missed parents.

The night passed quietly. Early the next morning, Chen Xiaoniu excitedly came to find Cheng Qiao. Her parents had arrived, and because of her call for help, they planned to stay for a while this time.

“You mean Uncle Chen and Aunt Cuihua are here?”

Cheng Qiao was pleasantly surprised. She was going to the capital with Li Huan tomorrow, but the family farm had just opened, and she was a little uneasy leaving it unattended.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Cuihua and Chen Weidang had arrived. Both were excellent at managing the village, and managing a family farm wasn’t much different.

“Where are they? Take me to them quickly.”

“They’re at the farm entrance. Your Wang Zai is guarding the gate; without your invitation, they wouldn’t dare enter.”

Cheng Qiao felt happy. The little one hadn’t been raised in vain! She immediately headed toward the gate. Seeing Chen Weidang and Cuihua again, she couldn’t help but sigh—they looked much older.

Cuihua hadn’t seen Cheng Qiao in a long time. Seeing the fair-skinned, beautiful Cheng Qiao approaching, she was astonished:

“My, my! You haven’t changed a bit—still so youthful and beautiful. Huan Zai marrying you—your previous life must have burned incense at the highest altars!”

Cheng Qiao smiled slightly, took Cuihua’s hand, and walked inside. She intended to temporarily entrust the family farm to Cuihua and Chen Weidang. With them around, nothing could go wrong.