Miss Village Beauty 474, Main Text 474, Lost 474, Chapter Lost. Lu Yun was suddenly taken aback—she was his wife, then what about Ms. Ning? Zhang Ning stepped in, her arms outstretched, her tone firm and confrontational. This content is the textual material from Chapter 474 of "Miss Village Beauty 474." Zhou Yaqian raised her brows sharply, her temper instantly flaring. A layer of frost spread across her delicate face, and she glared at Zhang Ning, saying, "Zhang Ning, don't think I'll be afraid of you. Anyone who troubles our EJiao Village will suffer—no matter how strong you are, you won't stand a chance against our entire village of over a thousand people." Upon hearing this, Lu Yun was struck silent. The people of EJiao Village were not only skilled in combat but also deeply united. If any villager suffered injustice, the village's loudspeaker would announce it, and every able-bodied person—regardless of age or gender—would be required to respond, rallying the entire village to recover the loss with double the strength. In the past few years, it was frequently reported that collective clashes and large-scale brawls broke out between the E Jingzha village and its neighboring villages. The police station would go there, only to find no real impact—eventually, the reputation of E Jingzha village for its fierce residents spread far and wide, and few dared to challenge them. "Miss Zhang, let's call it a day," Lu Yun said, not wanting to draw attention or trouble her. "I haven't really suffered anything. Go back—our canteen is still busy." Just a short distance away, Zhou Yaqian heard Lu Yun's words and immediately beamed with pride. "Hmph! A mere creature who always hides behind women, pretending to be a bear—well, you've at least got some sense. Now go, get your wife home and start cooking. Come with me into the woods and enjoy yourself." Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Yaqian felt a sudden flash of shadow and heard a sharp crack—the left side of her face was struck hard with a slap. Before she could react, Zhang Ning's calm voice echoed: "I've said it before—Lu Yun is my husband. He is me. I "You insult him, you're insulting me," Zhang Ning's palm came down with force, instantly swelling the delicate cheeks of Zhou Yaqian and drawing thin streaks of blood from her lips. "You dare to hit me!" Zhou Yaqian clutched her face, only realizing what had happened after a moment, then shot out her five fingers toward Zhang Ning's face. "Step back! Don't hurt yourself!" Zhang Ning pushed Lu Yun aside, turned his head slightly to avoid Zhou Yaqian's fingers, and in a flash extended his right hand, grasping her armpit with the fabric of her dress, drawing her close to his chest, then bent his knees and pressed firmly against her lower abdomen. Zhou Yaqian gasped in pain, clutching her abdomen and bending down, her eyes blazing with fury, as if they could consume everything around her. Lu Yun staggered slightly under Zhang Ning's push, and when he steadied himself, Zhou Yaqian was already on her knees, writhing in pain. "Miss Zhou, go back," Zhang Ning's words echoed in her mind, and with a look of quiet sadness, she slowly walked over to his side and spoke. "Remember, from now on, don't insult my husband again—otherwise, you'll never get off as easily as you did this time." Zhang Ning sensed Lu Yun's sense of loss and said this to Zhou Yaqian before turning to follow Lu Yun. Zhou Yaqian knelt on the ground, watching their retreating backs, and gritted her teeth, "I'll retaliate. I'll retaliate!" Lu Yun was at his lowest. "Well, then, I'll go. Just don't worry too much about what just happened—nothing's wrong." Zhang Ning gently pressed her full lips, trying to comfort Lu Yun, but couldn't think of anything suitable to say. So she simply offered a soft reassurance and turned to head toward the canteen. Suddenly, Lu Yun lifted his head and called out, "Xiao Ning, do I really seem completely useless?" Zhang Ning paused mid-step, turned swiftly, and rushed back to stand before Lu Yun, her face flushed. "I said it already," she said, blushing, "you're my husband—you are me, and I am you, we are one and the same. That's what I meant." Without waiting for Lu Yun to respond, she lifted her feet slightly and kissed him gently on the face before dashing off. "You are my husband, you are me, I am you—indivisible." The words of Zhang Ning, full of tender sentiment, echoed in Lu Yun's mind. He stared at the cheek she had kissed, gently caressing it, as though he had just come to understand something—yet also feeling even more downhearted. A sudden, unfamiliar expression flashed across his eyes, and he turned to enter the convenience store. Lu Yun seemed preoccupied, distracted, though clearly a student had asked for soda and he had brought almonds instead. Seeing his demeanor, Mrs. Liu gently said, "Xiao Yun, why don't you go rest in the room for a while? I can manage here." Lu Yun composed himself, looked up at Mrs. Liu, and smiled softly, saying, "Mrs. Liu, I'm fine. I won't make any more mistakes. How can you possibly manage with so many people around?" Mrs. Liu sighed and let it go, only hoping the time would pass quickly—she wanted to find out what had happened before the students finally dispersed. As she watched Lu Yun appear listless and overwhelmed, her own anxiety grew steadily. She only wished time would move faster! Finally, the students began to leave one by one. Mrs. Liu wiped the sweat from her forehead and hurried to Lu Yun's side, asking, "Xiao Yun, what exactly happened? Tell me quickly." Lu Yun's expression darkened: "Mrs. Liu, do I really seem so useless?" "Li Guo-wu was taken aback. What had happened to this child? Why was she speaking so strangely? She urged, 'Xiao Yun, what on earth is going on? You're stammering and can't clearly explain it—how can I possibly worry and be anxious?' Seeing that Lu Yun still looked as usual, Li Guo-wu sighed, grasped his arm, and said, 'Come inside with me and talk it over properly. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease.' ... Novel reading and downloads updated swiftly. More: Rural Beauty 474, Main Text 474—Updated and Completed!"