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    128 Results in the "After the Fake Young Master Returned to the Village" category


    • FYM CH8: Restless Even in Death Cover
      by DewdropTL — It was almost eleven at night when Cheng Ye returned home. The usually quiet village was filled with faint, indistinct chatter. As he drew closer, he saw a crowd gathered in front of his house. Gao Xinhe was among them. He was the first to spot Cheng Ye and immediately called out, "Brother Cheng." People turned, looking at the young man who had returned through the cold night, their eyes filled with complex emotions: pity, lament, and curious observation. Cheng Ye's gaze cut through the crowd to the…
    • FYM CH7: Stay Away From Him Cover
      by DewdropTL — Cheng Ye pulled him back, let go, "Just talk, why are you getting so close?" Gao Xinhe just felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck. He reached back and touched it, not understanding why Cheng Ye was angry. "I just haven't seen you, that's all. Oh, by the way, why are you here?" Cheng Ye asked him, "What are you doing here?" Gao Xinhe's attention was instantly diverted. "Aunt Jiang borrowed a hoe from my house yesterday. My mom's going to dig in the afternoon and told me to ask if she's…
    • FYM CH6: Jiang Shi Deserves Better Cover
      by DewdropTL — Jiang Xue poked her head out from the kitchen doorway, spatula in hand.“Stop talking, come eat!” On the small square table sat a few dishes, with the three of them each taking a side. Jiang Shi held a small bowl of chicken soup, blew on it, and cautiously took a sip. The fragrant warmth slid down his throat, making him narrow his eyes. Surprisingly good. Cheng Ye picked up a chopstick-full of potatoes. Just as he was about to eat, Jiang Xue asked,“What did you do this afternoon? Why are you…
    • FYM CH5: He Has to Buy the More Expensive One Cover
      by DewdropTL — The plan had been set, and Gao Xinhe never expected that Cheng Ye would suddenly back out.“What? How come you’re suddenly not going anymore?” Cheng Ye stubbed out his cigarette in the damp soil nearby.“Don’t feel like going.” “That’s it? That’s your reason?” Gao Xinhe couldn’t accept it. “I already packed my stuff, just waiting to set off with you. Now you say you’re not going, what am I supposed to do?” “You want to go, then go. You don’t, then don’t,” Cheng Ye…
    • FYM CH4: He Doesn’t Want Jiang Shi to Forget Him Cover
      by DewdropTL — When Jiang Shi opened his eyes again, it was already ten in the morning. He gripped the corner of the blanket with both hands and sat up from under the bright red wedding quilt. The rash on his arms had subsided a lot overnight, leaving only faint rose-colored marks—like plum blossoms blooming in the snow. The quilt had been borrowed by Jiang Xue from the neighbors next door. The couple had only recently married, so the quality of their wedding quilt was very good. But once the wedding was over, no…
    • FYM CH3: Bangs Don’t Look Good Cover
      by DewdropTL — As soon as Cheng Ye left, only Jiang Shi and Jiang Xue remained in the room. The wind rattled the door that hadn’t been shut tightly, while the nearby charcoal fire crackled softly. Neither of them spoke. In the end, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but sigh. She pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Jiang Shi. Her eyes swept over his feet as she asked,“Does it hurt?” Jiang Shi instinctively tugged his rolled-up pant leg back down, tightly covering his swollen ankle. “It doesn’t hurt.…
    • FYM CH2: All Your Fault Cover
      by DewdropTL — Cheng Ye… Jiang Shi repeated the name in his heart and tried moving his right foot. The moment he moved it, pain shot up. He hissed softly and shone the flashlight on Cheng Ye’s face again.“Why did you scare me just now?” Facing the blinding light, Cheng Ye didn’t even blink. Since Jiang Shi spoke Mandarin, he also replied in Mandarin, his voice deep with a slight rural accent. “I didn’t scare you.” His gaze shifted past Jiang Shi’s shoulder. Standing behind him was a dog,…
    • FYM CH1: My Name is Cheng Ye Cover
      by DewdropTL — It was February, the weather was still cold. Inside a small clinic, the doctor had just sent off the last patient. He rubbed his stiff hands together, pulled his coat tighter, and sat by the stove, ready to eat dinner. The sun hadn’t come out for days; mist and drizzle shrouded the remote mountain village. Though it wasn’t even six o’clock yet, darkness had already fallen. The doctor had just picked up his chopsticks, about to take a bite, when the old wooden clinic door creaked open. A long…
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