Miss from the Village, Chapter 312: The Old Man Dies, Chapter 312 – The Old Man Dies **Time is money—right now, even if a thousand gold pieces were scattered around them, Lu Yun and Liu widow wouldn’t spare a single thought. At this very moment, they were completely immersed in a blissful paradise, utterly absorbed, lost in the moment. This content is the textual material from Chapter 312 of the novel "Miss from the Village" (paohu8). The grand climax concluded amidst Liu widow’s delicate, infant-like cries. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, seeing in one another a clear sense of fulfillment. “Miss, your skill has truly grown—better than before, truly impressive,” Lu Yun said softly, lying sideways beside her. During the intense battle, Lu Yun had gained a new, indescribable sensation—something tangible, distinctly different from what he had felt in the past. The prolonged sense of emptiness had been fulfilled, and Liu's complexion grew more rosy as she laughed softly in Lu Yun's embrace. "Of course, there will be different sensations for you in the future," she said. "Could there be anything else different?" Lu Yun was puzzled, gazing at Liu with a question. "What do you mean, Aunt?" After a moment's thought, Liu replied, "Don't you feel that this time is different from before?" Lu Yun shook her head. "It seems a bit different from previous times, but I just can't quite put my finger on what exactly it is. Does your name-weapon change frequently?" Liu smiled silently. This content is from Chapter 312 of "Rural Beauty." Lu Yun's curiosity was piqued, and he looked at Liu with a pitiful expression. "Aunt, please don't hold back—halfway through a sentence can drive someone to desperation!" "Among the Ten Famous Treasures, Lu Yun has always found them profoundly mysterious. Although Liu's widow had already explained them in great detail and he believed himself well-informed, today, observing her expression and experiencing it firsthand, Lu Yun was certain that he had only grasped the very tip of the iceberg—there must be many aspects he still didn't understand. For Lu Yun, who aspired to charm and court beauties across the land, this was absolutely unbearable. Who could say whether, when encountering even more formidable treasures—perhaps even more impressive than Liu's widow's nine-turn corridor—he would be able to remain composed and successfully conquer them? Seeing Liu's widow now, after her outburst, visibly drained and beginning to lose strength, Lu Yun feared she might fall asleep if he didn't press further. So he gently twisted and pulled at the mountain peak, and immediately, Liu's widow was startled into a low cry of pain. Then, with a firm slap on Lu Yun's back, she exclaimed, 'You brat! I've done my best to please you—now, after you've finally felt comfortable, you start treating me like a mere servant!' Lu Yun rubbed his handback, which ached faintly, and smiled apologetically. "Uncle, please don't get angry. I still don't quite understand what you just said. If you don't explain it clearly, I won't be able to fall asleep tonight—I'm sure I'll be suffocated by the pressure." "This aunt can't tell you now. Everything will unfold naturally when the time comes. I'm so tired—I'd like to rest a while. Please listen to the sounds outside, and when it's time for class, wake me up." Clearly exhausted, the widow flipped over and left Lu Yun with a smooth, sweat-dampened back. Lu Yun felt deeply frustrated, gazing at the fine sheen of sweat on the skin, and slowly rose, barefoot, to the outer room. He took a popsicle, crunching it vigorously until it was completely gone. Only then did he compose himself and return to his room to dress. Watching Liu's graceful sleeping posture, Lu Yun's gaze lingered hungrily over her body, silently lamenting that Liu's sister had become a widow so early, with such a beautiful figure and figure—what could one say but that fate was unjust! Sitting listlessly on the small stool, staring blankly at Liu, Lu Yun found himself once again thinking of Liutingting, his mind now tangled and restless, as though a massive stone had been pressed firmly against his chest, suffocating him. Just as he was growing increasingly restless, a knock at the door suddenly sounded, startling him. He quickly hurried to the bedside, gently pushed Liu, and whispered, "Sister, wake up. Someone is knocking to buy something." Liu was sleeping soundly, rolled over, waved her hand, and murmured, "Xiao Yun, I'm so tired—I'll just go and open the door for you." Then she drifted back to sleep. Lu Yun did indeed think so, yet he had another concern. Knowing full well that Liu’s widow was exhausted and barely able to rest, he couldn’t bear to wake her again just because she was hungry. Gently turning her over, he said, “Madam, we’re closed the door, aren’t we? If it’s just the students buying things, that’s fine. But if it’s the headmaster—such a stickler—he’ll surely think of something else, and then we’ll have no choice but to deal with a whole mess.” As if confirming Lu Yun’s thoughts, before he had even finished speaking, a voice familiar to Lu Yun came from outside: “It’s this early already? Close the door! Open it and get me a pack of cigarettes.” It was the head of the Education Commission—such a rigid old man! Liu’s widow, drowsy and half-asleep, suddenly jolted awake, leaping up immediately and rushing for Lu Yun to fetch her clothes. As she dressed, she replied, “Director, wait a moment—she’ll be here right away.” After dressing, she whispered to Lu Yun, “Little Yun, just stay here in this room. Don’t go anywhere. This Education Commission director Lu Yun nodded. Good heavens, this old man hasn't even officially recognized himself yet—his office glass has never been broken, and he's dared to bother me, making you eat your words and suffer through it. Knowing Lu Yun isn't particularly easy to manage, the widow reiterated as she was about to leave, "Just remember—keep it quiet. I'm not too worried about that, but you know what matters?" Lu Yun felt a warm glow in his heart, offering a composed smile, and only then did the widow feel at ease, closing the door firmly behind her. Upon opening the door, the widow looked at the bald commissioner with a bright smile and said, "Director, things have been a bit hectic at home lately—quite tiring. I managed to catch a short nap in between the bustle. Come in, and just let me know what kind of cigarette you'd like—I'll get it for you." The education commissioner glanced around, noticing that the sky had grown dusky and there were no students nearby. He stepped inside and watched Mrs. Liu’s back, smiling gently. "Xiulian, you look a bit pale—have you been busy with a lot of transactions lately?" Mrs. Liu paused slightly, a touch embarrassed. "The commissioner is kind to say so. I’ve actually stopped doing those kinds of business long ago. When my in-laws passed away a few days back, I no longer felt the need to compromise my conscience on those matters. Now, I run this little shop, and that’s enough to cover my own meals and expenses." The commissioner casually picked up a pack of cigarettes from the counter, giving a slightly skeptical smile. "That’s truly a pity. I had hoped to support your business a bit." Lu Yun was still in the inner room. Mrs. Liu didn’t wish to dwell on this topic any longer, so she forced a smile and said, "The commissioner, I—..." ... Rural Beauty 312, Main Text 312 – The Old Man’s Passing Updated!