A rich boy came to our poor mountain village to "experience life." When he was hungry, I handed him a bowl. When he was sleepy, I made his bed. When he was bored, I found him entertainment. The villagers all called me a brown-noser and a suck-up, but I didn't care at all. Who could blame me? He paid well. I saved him from a snake's jaws, and he took me back to the city with him. His stepmother had ulterior motives, but I always managed to help him turn danger into safety. He said, "Red Bean, you really are my lucky star." Looking at his clear yet foolish eyes, I sighed: How do I tell him that he's mistaking a thief for his mother? Chapter 1 The biting cold wind stung my cheeks, and mud splattered freely on my pant legs from the muddy path where the snow hadn't yet melted. I hadn't sold much of my vegetables this morning, and my only good pair of shoes had broken. Through the hole, my big toe poked out of my torn sock, giving me a friendly wave. Sigh, what a depressing mood! A few small cars approached, and I stepped aside to let them pass. These cars looked much grander than the ones owned by Er Mao's rich relatives in the village. Walking to the village entrance, I saw a tall boy whose attire was completely out of place with the environment. He had conspicuous blonde hair and was frowning impatiently, directing two large men carrying luggage. "Be gentle, those are my treasures inside. Don't put them on the ground, it's all mud." There were too many things, and four hands were clearly not enough for the two men. "Little girl, do you know how to get to the village chief's house?" one of them asked me. I pointed to the tallest and grandest small villa. "Thanks, can you help us carry some stuff?" I put my vegetable basket on my back and picked up the rest of their things. The blonde must be the rich young master the village chief mentioned, the one coming to the countryside to experience life. Experience what? Eating potatoes three times a day for three days? Anyway, the village chief had instructed us at a meeting to be warm and hospitable, saying that if he was happy, he would donate money to our village. Arriving at the place, I put down the things and was about to leave. The blonde took out a few bills and handed them to me. I tilted my head and looked at him in confusion. What did he mean? "Why are you looking at me? Take the money." Oh? For me? I opened my mouth in surprise. Reaching out to take it, his fair and slender fingers contrasted sharply with my red, swollen, and cracked hands. On the way back, clutching the 500 bucks in my hand, I happily skipped along. My grandma and I only earned a few thousand a year, and this money was enough to pay for my tuition next year. As soon as I got home, Grandma nagged me: "Don't go selling vegetables when the weather is bad. You'll freeze and won't sell anything anyway." This time I readily agreed. I had a more profitable way now! Chapter 2 The next day, as soon as the sky turned light, I squatted at the village chief's door. It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that the blonde came out of the house, holding something high in his hand and cursing: "Damn it, what kind of crappy place is this? Why isn't there even internet?" My eyes lit up upon hearing this. I ran back as fast as I could and found an old fishing net that had been idle for a long time in the cowshed. There was a big hole in it, but he just said he wanted a net (internet), so a broken one should be fine, right? When I returned, he was throwing a tantrum at the two men who came with him. "No AC, no floor heating, and not even internet. I want to go back. I can't stay here for even a day." "Young Master, without Mr. Ford's permission, you cannot go back." The blonde gritted his teeth in anger, looking like he wanted to hit someone. I ran up and handed him the fishing net: "Here!" He turned his head to look down at me, staring at the thing in my hand with a puzzled face: "What for?" "The net you wanted." He burst out laughing: "No, little village girl, this isn't the net I wanted." ??? Not this one? My shoulders slumped instantly. Mission failed! Chapter 3 In the afternoon, before I even reached the village chief's house, I saw the blonde and his group from afar. I immediately followed them. After walking for a while, he turned back and asked me: "Why are you following us?" I grinned at him. "Silly," he muttered. Although his voice was small, I still heard it and cursed inwardly: Stinky Blonde! I followed them to the riverbank. It was cold, and the lake had frozen over. The blonde took out a pair of strange shoes and showed off to me: "Little village girl, let me open your eyes with some figure skating." I twitched my mouth speechlessly, ran to a distance to find a big rock, and huffed and puffed as I carried it over and threw it onto the lake surface. The rock slid on the ice for several meters before stopping in the center of the lake. A few dozen seconds later, a hole cracked open in the ice, and the rock fell in with a "plop". I tilted my head and asked him: "Still skating?" His face instantly flushed red, and he pointed at the people beside him: "Damn it, is this the ice skating you suggested? Trying to kill me, aren't you? "When we get back, I'll have Old Ford fire you two useless idiots. Go home and eat sh*t." Still not relieved, he kicked each of them. When his anger had mostly vented, I walked up to him and extended my hand. He naturally high-fived me: "Thanks, or else I would have been in danger." I froze for a moment, then frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Pay up!" Embarrassment was written all over his face, but he still had his companions give me money. On the way back, he asked: "Little village girl, is there anything fun here?" "No." Because I never play. "What about delicious food?" "Roasted potatoes!" "What else?" "Steamed potatoes!" "Nothing else?" "Stir-fried potatoes!" "A village girl is just a village girl, no knowledge!" His tone was full of mockery. Village girl this, village girl that, I got angry! "Blondie!" Giving nicknames, who doesn't know how to do that? "Damn, you dare call me that. Village girl!" He raised his voice a few notches, as if trying to overpower me with momentum. I've never lost a fight in the village. I rolled up my sleeves and roared with earth-shattering force: "Blon~~~~die~~~~" The three of them covered their ears in unison. "You... you... what a barbarian." Blondie was suppressed by my voice and was furious. He was much taller than me, and I could see his nostrils flaring from angry panting. It felt a bit like he was looking down his nose at people, so not to be outdone, I raised my head high and made faces to fight back. "Hahaha... is your face cramping?" He held his stomach and laughed. ??? "I won," I said proudly. "Tch, I won't argue with a girl. Little village girl, my name is Finn." "Red Bean." Chapter 4 After that day, I followed Finn around all day, becoming his little sidekick. Whenever he needed help, I was always eager to satisfy him. He was hungry, I prepared a fancy potato feast for him. He shouted: "What's so good about this stuff?" But ended up devouring several big bowls, stubbornly saying he was just giving me face because I worked hard. He was bored, I took him to play ice sliding. Sitting in a crowded big tub, he was as happy as a 3-year-old, but I was exhausted running up and down the slope, panting like the old ox in the village. However, counting the red bills he gave me every night, I giggled even in my dreams. Many people in the village started making sour remarks when they saw me, saying I was a bootlicker. I grinned and said: "Aren't you just jealous you can't do it?" One by one, they rolled their eyes and walked away angrily. Today the village chief told me that Finn followed Old Liu from the village up the mountain to hunt. Someone snatching my rice bowl? How can this be? I hurriedly rushed up the mountain. Luckily, there weren't many people on the mountain in this season, and the footprints left in the snow made it easy to identify their direction. Suddenly, I heard terrified screams not far away. I quickly ran towards the source and saw Finn fallen on the ground. A meter away from him on the snow, a slender green creature was dazzlingly bright. The people with him only cared about protecting themselves, wishing they could be far away. The snake had already raised its front body, indicating it was ready to attack. Finn was my golden goose; nothing could happen to him. Without thinking too much, I raised the walking stick I prepared for the slippery road, rushed up, and swung it at the snake's seven inches (vital spot). Hit! At this moment, I had to thank the accuracy accumulated from hitting rats at home. Afraid it would counterattack, I continued to beat it. Swing! Swing! Swing! I didn't stop until my arms felt sore and weak. Uh! The snake had been beaten into snake paste by me. I poked the snake's head with the stick. Bamboo viper, highly venomous! Finn was scared pale at this moment, his eyes dull. "What a pity, it's smashed. Otherwise, we could make snake soup." Thinking of the taste, I licked my lips greedily. "What eat? Quick... quick, let's go down the mountain." Finn dragged me away, as if really afraid I would take it back to stew. I looked back at the snake's corpse. Strange! Shouldn't snakes be hibernating in this weather? After going down the mountain, I extended my hand as usual. Finn poked my forehead, saying with hatred for iron not becoming steel: "Why are you so money-grubbing? My life isn't something a little money can measure. You saved me once, I promise you one request. Go home and think about what you want." Chapter 5 Grandma had a private chat with Finn. When Finn left, he said to me: "After the New Year, someone will come to pick you up." In return, Finn's family would sponsor my education. These years, Grandma and I depended on each other. It was hard for her to make money alone to support my schooling. Although I couldn't bear to leave her, for a better future, this was the best choice. I left the continuous mountains and came to the metropolis with towering buildings, looking forward to the days ahead. Walking into the Ford family's villa, I realized the village chief's house was nothing. There was a beautiful lady in the living room; the servants called her "Mrs. Ford". She warmly pulled me to sit down: "Are you Red Bean? Finn told us when he came back. Thank you for saving him. Stay here with peace of mind from now on. Treat this as your own home. If you need anything, just say it." I smiled and thanked her, meeting her gaze. There was none of the disdain and contempt the servants had when looking at me. "Red Bean, what took you so long?" Finn ran over excitedly, pulling me away, "Aunt Fang, I'll take her to see her room." I was surprised. She wasn't Finn's mother. In the evening, I met the other members of the Ford family. Father Ford had a calm demeanor and was naturally dignified. Finn also had a half-brother, several years younger than us, who was very polite and well-mannered. Using my years of experience from the village gossip intelligence agency, I also found out that Aunt Fang was Finn's stepmother. Finn's biological mother had died of illness many years ago. However, she wasn't the evil stepmother in worldly eyes. She treated Finn like her own son, and their relationship was very good. At the dinner table, there was only the slight sound of cutlery clashing. Everyone ate in silence. Father Ford's phone rang. He picked it up and looked. "Where did you go the night before yesterday?" Father Ford suddenly asked Finn. "Nowhere, at home." Finn answered casually. "Smack!" Father Ford slammed his chopsticks heavily on the table. A piece of meat I just picked up fell back onto the plate, startled by the sound, and I was at a loss. "Still lying. You went drag racing again." Father Ford continued to question. "You knew but still asked." Finn didn't have any guilt of being exposed. Seeing his cynical attitude, Father Ford was furious, pointing at him and scolding: "Bastard, good for nothing. It's bad enough you hang out with scoundrels all day, now you even dare to play with your life. Do you have a brain?" "Honey, don't be angry. Finn is still young, teach him slowly." Aunt Fang quickly persuaded. Father Ford was even angrier hearing this: "Still young? He's almost an adult. Xun is several years younger than him but more sensible. "And where did he get the money to buy a car? Did you give it to him? You don't even ask what he does with it. How do you manage the house?" "I'm sorry, blame me. Don't be angry, it's all my fault." Aunt Fang apologized incessantly with red eyes. "Enough!" Finn suddenly stood up, the chair making a harsh sound against the floor. "I know you don't like anything about me. Just come at me. It has nothing to do with Aunt Fang. Stop making things difficult for her." With that, he flung his hand and left the dining room. Small and helpless me watched the whole process, not daring to breathe loudly. I looked reluctantly at the dining table, smacked my lips, and quietly followed Finn. I followed Finn to the rooftop. He was looking up at the starry sky with a melancholy face. I also looked up. Not as beautiful as the night sky back home. Sighing lightly, I missed Grandma. Finn turned his head to look at me and said: "Why are you following me? I don't need comfort." I pursed my lips: "Huh? You're not full either?" Finn glared at me with disgust and turned his head away, ignoring me.
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