Chapter 52: My Husband Is More Handsome Than the Four Heavenly Kings

Next up was the charity activity.

They distributed supplies village by village, ate mutton with the locals, ate large naan breads, and brought warmth to the local people.

Bai Shuruo wore a white down jacket, wrapped a bright red scarf around her neck, and wore a hand-knitted hat bought locally; it was just a casual ensemble, yet it miraculously blended into the local scenery, appearing very harmonious.

The photographer in the same team loved to follow and photograph her; the photographer said that although she wasn't the best-looking person in the crowd, her face carried a slightly melancholic, artistic temperament—you wouldn't notice it much normally, but once on camera, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy that made people want to cherish her.

When she smiled, it was as if the snow-capped mountains were smiling too; when she was melancholic, it was as if the snow-capped mountains were also melancholic.

The photographer would send the photos to her once taken, and she would post them to her Moments.

Coincidentally, although Han Yangting had never liked or commented on her Moments, whenever she posted, he would follow up immediately with a post of his own, such as him eating, or being at a construction site.

The captions were very short, just a few words.

Yet Bai Shuruo always felt there was a kind of tacit understanding between them, as if she were broadcasting her itinerary to him, and he was responding to her response.

It wasn't until noon ten days later that she saw his Moments showing he was at the airport, with the caption: Returning to Beishi today.

Bai Shuruo's heart skipped a beat.

He was returning to Beishi?

Was it temporary, or was he gone for good?

While she was wondering, the big sister from the publicity department who was leading the team called out to her: "Bai Shuruo, come over quickly and help distribute the biscuits."

"Okay, coming right now!" Bai Shuruo stuffed her phone into her pocket.

Today was for visiting the elderly in a certain village; the village committee members had gathered the elderly early on, and the elderly were sitting in a large room.

This kind of large room was a tea house unique to the area; one would take off their shoes upon entering, then chat and drink butter tea.

After Bai Shuruo and the others entered, they first distributed supplies to the elderly, then accompanied them to chat, but the elderly could not speak Mandarin, so they had to rely on the village committee to translate, making the conversation very difficult.

Consequently, the big sisters from the publicity department who were leading the team suggested letting the young people perform for the elderly.

Young people nowadays learn a talent or two from a young age, whether singing or dancing, and even if they couldn't, they could at least recite a poem or something.

So the young people took turns going up to perform; Zhang Yuanyuan was the first to go up and sing. Her singing was quite good, and to cater to the elderly, she sang "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," and the elderly praised her for singing well after hearing it.

Following that were dancers and artists; Bai Shuruo was tone-deaf, so she and Lin Shan just sang a chaotic rendition of "Learning to Meow."

In short, they kept the elderly very happy.

After the activity ended, their group was arranged to eat at a restaurant in town.

This area was close to tourist attractions, so there were more people; every year, many people came here for self-driving tours or cycling, even in winter. Therefore, there were many small restaurants and guesthouses in town.

Bai Shuruo and her group were arranged into one of the small restaurants, which had a large private room with two tables inside, enough to seat their group of 20.

Because they had been singing and dancing today, and everyone had been living together for so many days, they were getting along more and more harmoniously.

The atmosphere for the meal was very good, and everyone was chatting happily, one word after another.

Someone praised Zhang Yuanyuan for singing very well, saying the high notes were almost catching up to the original singer, and Zhang Yuanyuan was naturally pleased.

But she couldn't be happy for more than a few minutes before someone else praised Bai Shuruo and Lin Shan's singing as wonderful.

"Shuruo, that song 【Learning to Meow】 that you and Lin Shan sang really amused the elderly; I saw them laughing so hard their teeth were almost falling out."

The others chimed in as well:

"Yeah, one old person was laughing so hard they almost couldn't catch their breath; luckily I patted their back in time."

"They probably haven't heard this kind of song before, right?"

"Definitely not; what they usually listen to is probably still stuff like Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanyuan's expression collapsed instantly.

Was she really saying that her rendition of "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," which was close to the original, wasn't as good as some internet pop song?

Whether it was out of burning jealousy or not, Zhang Yuanyuan suddenly said in a sarcastic tone: "Shuruo is certainly good at coaxing the elderly to be happy; she herself married an old man, after all. Shuruo, is your husband older, or are the elderly from this morning older?"

As soon as Zhang Yuanyuan finished speaking, the entire private room went silent.

Everyone looked at each other.

Was this Zhang Yuanyuan really that bold?

Was she joking, or was she deliberately targeting her?

Bai Shuruo also gripped her chopsticks tightly at that moment.

In normal times, she might have endured it and let it pass, but today she didn't want to endure it.

She stood up abruptly and said to Zhang Yuanyuan, word by word: "My husband is, not, an, old, man!"

Zhang Yuanyuan decided to just have it out with Bai Shuruo: "You say your husband isn't an old man, then can you show me a photo of him?"

Only then did Bai Shuruo remember that, other than their marriage certificate, the two of them had never taken a photo together.

Her phone didn't even have a single photo of him.

Seeing that Bai Shuruo couldn't produce one, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh: "You don't even have a single photo of him? No way, right? Don't normal, loving young couples want to take dozens of selfies a day?"

Others chimed in as well, waiting for Bai Shuruo to explain.

Maybe she had just changed phones, so the old photos were gone.

Bai Shuruo wasn't anxious; she continued looking at Zhang Yuanyuan and said: "Zhang Yuanyuan, please don't spread rumors that my husband is some old man in the future. Listen to me, not only is my husband not some old man, he is also exceptionally handsome—even more handsome than the Four Heavenly Kings were when they were young!"

After saying this, Bai Shuruo sat down on her own and continued eating.

She usually ate naan and noodles every meal; today there was rice and a large pot of chicken, so she had to have a good, full meal.

The private room remained silent.

Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't really say anything more; to continue would make her look narrow-minded and crude, just like the vicious-hearted middle-aged women in TV dramas who bully the delicate female lead.

And as for the others, after Bai Shuruo said her husband was more handsome than the Four Heavenly Kings, they actually felt a hint of admiration for her.

Regardless of what he looked like or how old he was, in her eyes, her husband was more handsome than the Four Heavenly Kings, which meant it was true love—beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

In the face of true love, age and appearance were not issues, and outsiders couldn't interfere or control it.

Besides, there really are some people who don't like taking photos; some people haven't even posted a single moment to their social media feed since they started using WeChat.

Lin Shan, who was sitting nearby, also whispered to Bai Shuruo, "Shuruo, I heard before that you married an old man for money, but looking at it now, you definitely didn't do it for money."

Bai Shuruo said while eating, "He doesn't have that much money either, he just has a little more than me."

……

Beishi.

As soon as Han Yangting got off the plane, a business car pulled up in front of him.