Gu Jiaojiao had been in the countryside for three months now, so she should have been more or less like a local villager.
After three months, other educated youths would have skin several shades darker. The long-term farm work would make them look haggard, and over time, they'd be indistinguishable from the villagers.
But Gu Jiaojiao was different.
Her skin was still dewy and tender, and her pampered, delicate air seemed even more pronounced than before.
With her red lips and white teeth, she was captivating, like a siren from the myths the old folks told.
She looked much better than she had before coming to the countryside.
The taste of sour grapes filled Chen Shulan's mouth.
'So delicate. Isn't it just because a man spoils her?'
'What's so great about that?'
'A woman should rely on herself.'
'What kind of skill is relying on a man?'
Her critical eyes swept over Gu Jiaojiao from top to bottom, left to right.
She wanted to find something, anything, to criticize about her.
