Chapter 37: Chapter 037: Unbelievable Incident Chapter 37: Chapter 037: Unbelievable Incident As expected, being ignored by Zhuang Qingning, Zhuang Qinghe felt like her punch had landed on cotton, suffocating her with extreme discomfort. She wanted to grab Zhuang Qingning and ask her clearly why she had ignored her in such a way.
Did she look down on her?
A girl without parents, daring to ignore her, failing to take her seriously?
The more Zhuang Qinghe thought about it, the angrier she got. The rage in her stomach all rolled up to her heart, making her chest hurt. She wished she could immediately find someone to quarrel with so she would get some relief.
However, Zhuang Wencheng had already left while speaking, and Zhuang Qinghe feared that if she didn’t follow, she wouldn’t hear any sweet words Brother Wencheng would say to her. Therefore, she disregarded Zhuang Qingning and quickly followed him.
Along the way, Zhuang Qinghe followed Zhuang Wencheng, walking slowly, glancing at him from time to time, fearing he might catch her looking at him and quickly lowering her head. Her careful thoughts turned her cheeks a bright red.
“Brother Wencheng, do you have something to say to me?” Seeing Zhuang Wencheng staying silent for a long time, Zhuang Qinghe couldn’t bear it anymore and initiated the conversation.
“Uh, well…” Zhuang Wencheng scratched his ear, “Actually, there’s nothing much. It’s getting late, and I’m reminding you to go home for dinner. I need to go back for lunch too.”
With that said, he left quickly without giving Zhuang Qinghe any chance to stop him.
It was only when Zhuang Qinghe regained her composure that she could only see Zhuang Wencheng’s figure gradually receding in the distance.
“Ah, Brother Wencheng…” Zhuang Qinghe hadn’t heard the words she wanted to hear and now saw Zhuang Wencheng walking away again. She felt disappointed and annoyed, so she hurried to catch up with him, hoping to have a proper conversation.
But Zhuang Wencheng walked swiftly, and Zhuang Qinghe, being chubby and short-legged, had to stop to catch her breath after a few steps. When she looked up again, he was nowhere in sight.
“This…” Zhuang Qinghe stomped her foot in annoyance.
It was rare for Zhuang Wencheng to come back home from the county town, so it was extremely annoying that she couldn’t spend more time with him.
However, on second thought, Zhuang Wencheng didn’t usually pay much attention to her, but now he wanted to speak to her alone, even when Zhuang Qingning was around. Didn’t that mean Zhuang Wencheng values her more than Zhuang Qingning?
As for the reason why he didn’t speak much…
Probably because Zhuang Wencheng was shy, and too embarrassed to express his feelings.
Once Zhuang Qinghe realized this, she couldn’t contain her joy. She could not stop smiling and happily went home.
After Zhuang Wencheng had walked a good distance and saw that Zhuang Qinghe had not followed him, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down.
He had just deliberately asked Zhuang Qinghe to walk alone, knowing her nature. He knew she would be overjoyed, thinking she had surpassed Zhuang Qingning, and hopefully, she would then cease to bother Zhuang Qingning at will.
However, Zhuang Qingning might misunderstand something, and he would probably have to find a chance to explain the matter to her…
While Zhuang Wencheng walked towards his home, thinking about what had just happened, a voice spoke up.
“Wencheng, why are you back so late?” Zhuang Wencheng’s mother, Mrs. Wang asked.
He was considering matters when he was suddenly called, startling him and whitening his face. It took him a while to regain his composure: “Mother, you scared me, suddenly shouting like that.”
“You were already walking towards me when I called you. Can that scare you?” Mrs. Wang saw Zhuang Wencheng’s face turning pale, and she frowned in surprise: “What happened to you? You look like you’ve lost your soul.”
“Well, I just came back from Uncle’s house and ran into Zhuang Qinghe. I was afraid she would cling to me again, so I quickly made an excuse to get away. On the way back, I was thinking about how hiding like this isn’t a solution, and that I needed to find a way to handle it. I was deep in thought when you startled me…”
Zhuang Wencheng didn’t mention Zhuang Qingning at all, only talking about Zhuang Qinghe.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang’s eyebrows furrowed even more: “That Zhuang Qinghe, she really has no shame, at this age she still doesn’t know about gender etiquette?”
Gender should be separated at the age of seven. Although in their rural areas there aren’t so many rules, it’s not improper for boys and girls to work and talk together. But Zhuang Qinghe wore her heart on her sleeve, and anyone with eyes could see it.
With Zhuang Qinghe’s entanglement, Zhuang Wencheng’s reputation was at stake. When searching for a good matchmaker in the future, he will probably be affected by this.
As a mother, this was what she hated to see the most.
“That Mrs. Song also has no rules, she doesn’t care what her daughter’s doing, isn’t she ashamed? I guess she’s just trying to latch onto our family because we’re doing well, isn’t she embarrassed?”
And she dares not look at herself, being dark, fat, and ugly, how is she worthy of my son Wencheng?
Mrs. Wang, with her wheat straw temper, talked a blue streak. After venting her anger, she turned to Zhuang Wencheng and said, “From now on, when you see Zhuang Qinghe don’t be polite. People like her are like dog skin plasters. The more you’re concerned about your dignity and embarrassed, the more she will pester you. She doesn’t have the face, so why should you be polite to her?”
“Yes, mother’s words make sense. I’ll listen to my mother. I won’t be polite to her from now on.” Seeing Mrs. Wang disliking Zhuang Qinghe too, Zhuang Wencheng grinned.
Hearing her son was well-behaved made Mrs. Wang very relieved, “That’s right. Listening to your mother is definitely the right thing to do.”
“However, speaking of Zhuang Qinghe, it reminds me of something. Did you go to see Zhuang Qingning today apart from going to your Uncle’s house?”
Seeing Mrs. Wang’s smile gradually fade, Zhuang Wencheng didn’t respond directly and instead counter-asked, “Mother, why are you suddenly asking this?”
“Why? Isn’t it because I’m afraid you’re only thinking about that girl Zhuang Qingning?” Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes at her son impatiently.
“There’s no such thing,” Zhuang Wencheng said, but he guiltily lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his toes.
“Having none would be best.” Mrs. Wang still sounded unwell, but seeing her son’s unhealthy complexion, she changed her tone and spoke earnestly, “I’m not saying that Ning is not good. She’s hardworking and honest, which is good. But she’s been without parents since she was little, which shows that she has a tricky life. Even if she doesn’t harm her husband in the future, she’s still prone to harm others. She can be dangerous.”/p>
“And if we talk about blood relations, although they may be distant, they’re still of the same surname, and live in the same village. It’s very uncomfortable, and it’s easy for others to ridicule.”
The most important thing is, Zhuang Qingning is a woman who has her own household.