Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 71: Became Wary

"Wait... I’ll give you some more candy. Don’t go, little girl!"

The middle-aged man called after her. Tang Xiaonan waved at him but didn’t stop. She really didn’t like malt candy and would never be able to finish that much anyway. She had only bought some because she felt the man was rather pitiful and it had stirred her compassion.

"Friend, my name is Herman Morgan, from Morgan Village in Baili Township. Come to my house for a drink sometime if you have the chance!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Goldie Thorne called back, "Alright! I’m Goldie Thorne from Millstone Peak. If you ever need a place to rest your feet, just come to my house. The butcher, Tang, is my older brother."

’His own mother was a real penny-pincher and would definitely hate having someone show up at the door. His sister-in-law, on the other hand, was much more generous.’

"Thanks a lot!"

Herman Morgan called back with a smile, then hoisted his carrying pole and walked away. Of course, he couldn’t actually go and stay overnight at someone else’s house, but he appreciated the kind intentions of Goldie Thorne and his nephew. The world was vast, but also small. Who knew when they might meet again?

After all, one more friend meant one more path in life.

Adrian Hawthorne glanced over at Tang Xiaonan. ’That chubby girl is surprisingly soft-hearted,’ he thought. ’In reality, these itinerant peddlers are all pretty well-off, at least better off than those who just toil away in the fields. They’ve just been frugal and thrifty for so long that they can’t bear to spend money on food, drink, or other pleasures. That’s why they look so pitiful.’

"That little girl is a real piece of work. If you say you’re going to buy candy, you should at least buy a bit. But she didn’t spend a single cent and even stopped others from buying. Just shameless," Goldie Thorne said with disdain, clearly despising that kind of behavior.

"Exactly. Our Xiaonan is way better," Patrick Thorne said, looking over at Tang Xiaonan, who was waging a difficult war against the malt candy. He burst out laughing when he saw it had glued her mouth shut.

Adrian Hawthorne glanced over and couldn’t help but smile. This chubby version of Tang Xiaonan was undeniably adorable. Her mouth was smeared with candy and her cheeks were puffed out. Compared to the overly shrewd girl the peddler had mentioned, the simple-minded Tang Xiaonan was far cuter.

Tang Xiaonan wanted to open her mouth to speak, but the candy had stuck her teeth firmly together, and she couldn’t open it at all. Sticky syrup was dripping down, covering her chin in sugar. She was beyond frustrated. ’And these people are laughing at me! They’re all so mean!’

Seeing that his sister was genuinely annoyed, Patrick Thorne finally came over to wipe her mouth. He polished off the rest of the candy himself, not minding his sister’s drool one bit.

After a great deal of effort, Tang Xiaonan finally swallowed the candy in her mouth and let out a long breath. Her hands and chin were sticky and felt awful. Patrick Thorne comforted her, "There’s a mountain spring up ahead."

As they neared the spring, they heard voices—a man and a woman. They sounded somewhat familiar. Adrian Hawthorne’s brow furrowed slightly. Having trained in martial arts since childhood, he immediately recognized who was speaking. Connecting their voices to what the peddler had said earlier, he also realized who the overly shrewd girl was. He was quite surprised.

’He’d always had a rather good impression of Jacqueline Spann.’ She was the only person in the village who had never mocked him. Moreover, she was very studious, often snatching moments from her busy schedule to study with Old Master Tate. She was typically gentle and generous toward others, and the villagers all sang her praises whenever her name came up.

But he never expected that the seemingly bright and noble Jacqueline Spann would be capable of something like this. While Adrian Hawthorne wouldn’t write someone off over a single incident, he was disappointed. More than that, he was now on his guard.

’What he detested most were two-faced people. You could know a person’s face, but not their heart. It was better to be careful. He would also have to tell Grandpa Tate to stop teaching Jacqueline Spann English. If it stirred up trouble, Grandpa Tate would surely be the one to suffer the consequences.’

"Jacqueline, that wasn’t right. You shouldn’t deceive people like that," Clayton Xavier said, his tone tinged with disapproval.

But he always spoke in a slow, deliberate manner, so even his disapproval sounded gentle.