Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder — I Rise to Female Lead Through Hard Work-Chapter 66: Only Your Praise Matters

Pain made Yi Roujing gradually calm down from her initial excitement, and then she noticed the current situation. A tall man who stood up was now squatting at her feet, holding her calf with one hand and vigorously massaging her recently bumped knee with the other.

The palm couldn’t be considered delicate; Yi Roujing felt a bit of roughness. It didn’t hurt where it caressed her knee, but the sensation went straight to her heart. It initially felt painful, but now a wave of itchiness arose.

Yi Roujing’s left leg twitched slightly.

"Bear with it." The top of the black hair suddenly moved, and a flawless face looked up at her. Yi Roujing’s heart uncontrollably started to pound.

"I, I, I’m fine." Yi Roujing propped herself up with her hands, retreating a considerable distance until she was almost on the bed.

"You need to take off your shoes." Ding Ancheng said with a curled lip, and his hands already moved, taking off the black cloth shoe from Yi Roujing’s left foot in one swift motion.

How Song Yiluo dressed, Ding Ancheng couldn’t care less. But at this moment, after looking at Yi Roujing’s cloth shoes and recalling Ding Anmin’s praise of Song Yiluo’s attractive outfit, his eyes deepened, "Come out with me tomorrow morning."

"For what?" Yi Roujing asked curiously.

"I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow morning."

"You? Not us?" Yi Roujing instinctively reacted.

Ding Ancheng laughed, his smile broad enough to reveal his white teeth, "Yes, just the two of us."

Yi Roujing’s ears turned slightly red, and her eyes involuntarily wandered, avoiding Ding Ancheng’s gaze.

After helping Yi Roujing take off both shoes, Ding Ancheng stood up, "Your knee might bruise tomorrow. If it still hurts, I’ll come and massage it again. For now, lie down for a while. I’ll call you when it’s time to eat."

"Oh." Yi Roujing responded vaguely, avoiding direct eye contact.

Only when the sound of the door closing reached her ears did Yi Roujing suddenly collapse onto the bed, rolling back and forth in embarrassment.

Yi Roujing, who had never dated anyone, let alone gotten married, truly had no clue how to face her husband, especially when the other party was a handsome man and rather gentle with her.

Ha—

Yi Roujing pulled the blanket over her head, and when she detected a slight moldy smell, she immediately pulled it off, tossed it aside disdainfully, and sat up in one swift motion. Her knee bent, and her arm draped over it, causing a slight pain. Only then did she consciously lower her left arm and straighten her left leg, using her right leg and hand to rest her chin thoughtfully.

Yet her gaze inadvertently landed on her reddened left knee, which wasn’t this red earlier but became this way after Ding Ancheng’s rubbing, "Ouch—"

Right now, Yi Roujing’s mind was filled with thoughts of Ding Ancheng, having all but forgotten about the precious Agarwood.

At six in the evening, Ding Ancheng and his three companions left the guesthouse and headed towards the state-owned restaurant.

At this time, not many people were dining at the state-owned restaurant. When Yi Roujing and her group of four entered, there were only two occupied tables, and coincidentally, the people at those tables were all acquaintances.

At one table was Gu Shizhao, who had a scar running from his right eyebrow to his nose. Seated with him were the other three people who had previously been seen tying up Xia Xingchen, except now there was an additional scholarly-looking man. The five were sitting and drinking water; their food hadn’t arrived yet.

At the other table was Song Yiluo, with her companion the dark-skinned Tong Dongxue. Their table of dishes was nearly finished.

"Oh, it’s Teacher Ding." Gu Shizhao grinned at Ding Ancheng, his scar looking even more menacing.

But when Gu Shizhao saw Yi Roujing entering behind Ding Ancheng, his expression momentarily froze. Ding Ancheng caught it immediately, refraining from turning around but giving Gu Shizhao a stern look.

Gu Shizhao’s smile reappeared, albeit tinged with intrigue, "This must be the sister-in-law."

"Hello." Yi Roujing raised her hand to greet him poisedly, "Nice to see you again."

Gu Shizhao raised his brows, indeed, despite their brief encounter before, clearly in such circumstances, this wife of Ding Ancheng remained quite composed.

"When did you meet?" Ding Ancheng pulled out a chair and let Yi Roujing sit first, showing great consideration. Yi Roujing didn’t refuse and took a seat directly.

"When was it, last month, I think, on our way back to our brigade." Yi Roujing pretended to think deeply and gestured with her hand, "They were together carrying a sack."

"Cough cough—" The sleazy guy got choked by his drink after hearing this, coughing hard.

"We’ve crossed paths, yet I have no recollection." The speaker, named Liu Si, was the most delicate-looking, though his name wasn’t particularly impressive.

"I don’t recall either." Heizi concurred.

"Oh, we didn’t make face-to-face contact, just had a brief encounter with Gu Shizhao." Yi Roujing replied, "Saw you all doing a good deed, so we didn’t disturb you and even cleaned up afterward. No need to thank me."

Zhao Guang turned his head to Gu Shizhao, "What’s the deal, big brother?"

"Just that, thanks a lot." A few days ago, Gu Shizhao had just seen Xia Xingchen. The girl seemed to have strengthened somewhat and appeared more resilient, presumably thanks to the efforts of these two ladies.

"You’re welcome, it was nothing." Yi Roujing casually responded.

"Teacher Ding, your wife helped us out, so I’d like to treat you all to this meal tonight." Gu Shizhao stood up, "Wanna join me in ordering?"

Ding Ancheng didn’t stand on ceremony and got up directly.

"Are you Yi Roujing?" The man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and appearing scholarly, was Wen Chaokuan. He was quite surprised by the poised and articulate Yi Roujing, as it was very different from what he’d heard.

"Yes, but we don’t know each other, do we?" Yi Roujing confirmed it was her first time seeing him.

"Hm." Wen Chaokuan nodded, saying nothing more, but he did glance sideways at the table next to them, where Song Yiluo and Tong Dongxue were sitting.

"Dongxue, let’s go." Song Yiluo now felt a bit uneasy, having wanted to leave as soon as Wen Chaokuan and his group entered. Now that Ding Ancheng was here too, she was afraid her past actions would be exposed and couldn’t stay any longer.

"Yiluo, there’s still quite a bit of food left. The sauce from this braised pork goes best with rice. I’ll go get some more rice; we mustn’t waste it." Tong Dongxue ate steadily, making Song Yiluo somewhat anxious.

Wen Chaokuan looked at them for a moment before turning his gaze back to Yi Roujing, who remained unbelievably calm. In comparison, this...

"Your wife is pretty good." While ordering food, they chatted as if they were old friends.

"Watch your tone." Facing the grinning Gu Shizhao, Ding Ancheng’s expression turned cold.

"Hey, you’re quite petty. Never saw you this protective before; now I can’t even compliment her once." Gu Shizhao chuckled.

"I don’t need your compliments." Ding Ancheng retorted bluntly as he began ordering, "Braised pork, sweet and sour fish, meatball soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and add a dish of vinegar-cabbage. Four bowls of rice and one bowl of wonton noodles, and pack eight meat buns for takeaway."

"Tch." Gu Shizhao clicked his tongue, unreserved indeed.