Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 717

The road was extremely rocky.

Her body ached from all the bumps she had absorbed since the ride began. She felt as if everything she ate for dinner was going to be jolted out of her mouth.

Fred’s situation was in stark contrast with hers. He was sleeping so soundly under these bumps and jostling that he was even snoring. Nell could not help but admire this skill of his.

His body was about to fall off the bench due to the intense jostling. Nell quickly leaned forward and clutched him.

She returned to her seat once she had steadied him.

As she was doing all of that, she was also in her head counting the time that had passed since they began their journey.

There was no clock in the village, and she did not have a watch on her. She had to gauge the time of the day by relying on the position of the sun in the sky.

This was definitely an upsetting thing to do, but there was nothing she could do but to endure it.

The oxcart finally stopped after what she felt was an hour and a half of cart ride.

“Fred, you’re here!”

A young man's voice could be heard coming from outside of the cart.

Nell was startled. She lifted the curtain to look out and see who it was.

Unfortunately, her surroundings were bathed in darkness, and not a single source of light could be seen. She could not make anything out.

The man sitting across from her mumbled and slowly came into consciousness.

“Oh, we’re here?”

“Yes. Your house is just past that paddy field right out front. The oxcart can’t get past it. You’ll have to walk from here!”

Fred swept aside the curtain, exited his oxcart, and nodded. “Okay. Thank you for your work today. You can go home now.”

The young man nodded. He waited until Nell stepped down from the cart, then led the oxcart away in the opposite direction.

Fred stood and stretched his body, then he gestured for Nell to follow him.

Nell remained silent and did not say a word as she moved forward with him.

The mountain trails were already rough enough to trek, let alone those narrow paths in the paddy fields.

Nell was moving at a slow pace. She could not navigate as confidently as Fred through these narrow paths even if he had a torch to light up their way.

Fred saw her cautious movements and laughed.

“Oh, you and all these city girls are spoiled. You’re unlike the women we have here. They can conquer not just the paddy fields but the mountain roads too.”

Nell heard him but did not know how to respond, so she gave him an awkward smile.

Fred was humming a song. It seemed like he was in a good mood even when his steps were wobbly and unsteady.

They journeyed through one paddy field after another.

Finally, they arrived at a two-story house that was made of stones and bricks.

This was also the first building that Nell had seen in a couple of days that was not made of clay.

When they were closing in, she noticed there was an enormous trench in front of the house.

Beside the trench were piles after piles of crops. The front door was closed, but a faint shimmer of light could be seen from a window on the second floor.

Fred went to the door and pounded on it.

“Honey, I’m home!”

The door cracked open very soon following the noise.

A woman appeared before their eyes. She had long and unruly hair and was wearing pajamas made with such thick materials it made her look bloated.

The woman’s age seemed to be around 40 to 50 years old. Holding an oil lamp in the night, she spared a glance at both Fred and Nell, who was standing behind him, and her forehead creased.

“It’s so late already. Who is this?”

“The friend of that lady. She said she was with her. Max let me bring her here.”