Chapter 11: That Kid Really Struck the Jackpot!

Two months flew by in the blink of an eye.

*Knock, knock, knock*—the gate was firmly knocked upon.

A man dressed in green stood at the doorway, a green satchel slung over his shoulder.

“Hello, I have a letter for your family. Is this Ye Wan?” the messenger asked.

“That’s right, it’s me. Thank you!” Ye Wan replied with a gentle smile.

By now, she had lost quite a bit of weight. Her skin was so fair and delicate it seemed as if one could squeeze water from it. Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

The messenger was stunned. He never imagined there would be such a lovely girl in this remote countryside.

Truly a rare sight.

“Uh, no need to be so polite,” the man said bashfully, scratching his head and smiling shyly.

Not only was this girl beautiful, but also polite—she certainly seemed like a good person.

Ye Wan didn’t pay much attention to his reaction. Her eyes were fixed on the handwriting on the envelope—it was a letter sent from the front lines!

Could it be... that this letter was written by him, to her?

Thinking of this, the image of his resolute and handsome face appeared in her mind, and a quiet joy blossomed in her heart.

So this fellow still had some conscience after all.

She had thought he’d forgotten about her.

“Um, young man, could you wait a moment? I have something to mail, and I’ll be sending a reply too,” Ye Wan said, looking at the messenger.

“Ah, sure, take your time. I’ll wait here,” the man responded after a brief pause.

“That’s wonderful! Please come in and have some water to rest; you must be tired from the trip,” Ye Wan offered.

“Oh no, no need to be so courteous. I’ll just wait right here at the gate,” the man said shyly.

It wouldn’t be proper to enter a stranger’s yard, especially when it was a young woman’s home. If anyone saw, they might gossip. He didn’t want to affect her reputation.

Waiting right here was just fine.

“All right then, please wait a moment. I’ll be done writing soon,” Ye Wan said as she quickly stepped inside.

She unfolded the letter he had sent and read it swiftly before taking up her pen.

Having received a decent education, writing a letter was a simple task for her. Besides, Ye Wan, the owner of this body, had attended high school and was well-versed in literary skills, capable of beautiful handwriting.

Within minutes, she finished the letter and fetched two jars from the kitchen—her homemade spicy pickled vegetables and some preserved sour radish. She also poured a glass of water.

At the door, she handed everything to the messenger.

“Thank you. Please deliver this food and the letter together. This glass of water is for you—thank you for your hard work!” Ye Wan said warmly.

The messenger was surprised by her kindness but, truthfully, he was quite thirsty.

He gratefully took the water and gulped it down.

After Ye Wan paid the postage, she watched him leave.

“What are you smiling at so happily, silly girl?” a voice called out.

Ye Wan turned to see her grandfather returning from his walk.

Over the past two months, her grandfather had visibly rejuvenated. His once pale white hair had darkened to a glossy black; the wrinkles on his face had diminished, and his body seemed stronger. His spirit was lifted, and he stood straighter.

Of course, he attributed this to the saying: joy brings vitality.

In truth, it was the miraculous spring water Ye Wan had secretly added to his water and meals.

Seeing her grandfather like this filled Ye Wan’s heart with joy.

“Grandpa, you’re teasing me again. Actually, it’s Jingchen who wrote the letter,” she said.

Her grandfather had been in good spirits lately, smiling more often.

“That rascal still has some conscience, huh? Hmph, at least he knows to write back,” Ye Cheng snorted.

Still, the thought of that scoundrel leaving so abruptly two months ago left a sour taste in his heart.

Though the marriage certificate and dowry had arrived, he still felt uneasy.

His precious granddaughter was now married off to that man; it was hard to let go.

Moreover, seeing how much more excellent and sensible his granddaughter had become only deepened his unease.

Ah, well.

At least that scoundrel belonged to his granddaughter.

“Yes, Jingchen is a good man. After all, it’s Grandpa’s keen eye,” Ye Wan smiled.

Indeed.

The protagonist’s character and appearance were impeccable.

Her grandfather’s judgment had been sharp, immediately approving Jingchen as his granddaughter’s husband.

Without that decisive moment, Ye Wan believed she would never have met such a fine young man.

Such a good person was beyond her reach otherwise.

Her grandfather’s foresight had paved the way, and as his granddaughter, she felt no right to complain.

“Of course. Your grandpa has a good eye, but it’s all for your future security. Don’t blame me, okay?” Ye Cheng chuckled.

Yes, at the time, it was because his granddaughter had taken a liking to the young man and thought him a fine fellow that he had made such a decision.

It was the first time in his life he’d done something so underhanded.

But for his granddaughter, he was willing to bear any consequence.

Nothing was more important than her.

He would do anything for her, even sacrifice his own life without hesitation.

“Oh, Grandpa, everything you do is for me. I understand. Besides, Jingchen is a truly wonderful person, so your judgment is naturally perfect!” Ye Wan said, half in a coquettish tone, her eyes sparkling beautifully.

Her fair face beamed radiantly.

With her delicate brows and fair skin, she was truly a beautiful maiden.

“You silly girl. All right, let’s head inside. That boy is truly lucky to have met you,” Ye Cheng said fondly.

“My precious girl is such a treasure; of course, that rascal is the lucky one,” he added.

Indeed.

In his eyes and heart, his granddaughter was always the very best, and now that she was fairer and slimmer, she was even more splendid.

So that young man had truly struck gold.

Hmph!

If he ever dared to mistreat his precious granddaughter, he, the old man, would be the first to exact revenge.

No one would be allowed to bully his darling granddaughter.

“Grandpa,” Ye Wan said shyly.

Sure enough, every parent or elder saw their children and descendants through rose-colored glasses.

Her grandfather was no exception.

And his filter was especially thick.