Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Seeing the Scumbag Old Friend Again (6)_1 Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Seeing the Scumbag Old Friend Again (6)_1 However, Lin Yuan could see that he was merely literate, and when it came to learning, he probably couldn’t even compare with Meng Liangdong.
Such a man could only be treasured by the likes of Mo Sanniang and Ma Xiaoqian.
She, Lin Yuan, wouldn’t even consider him!
Knowing the two must have things to say, Lin Yuan tactfully tugged at her sister’s hand and bid farewell to Mo Sanniang, “Sister Mo, Sister Mo, Sister Mo.”
Lin Yuan called out three times before Mo Sanniang finally came to her senses.
Shaking her head silently, Lin Yuan pointed to the fabrics and said, “I’ll take my father to stroll along the street first, and I’ll come back to collect these fabrics when I go home later.”
Mo Sanniang nodded blankly, her eyes, however, unable to leave Xie Zhiyuan.
As Lin Yuan passed by Xie Zhiyuan, she stole a glance at him and noticed that he was also sizing her up.
However, she was observing his demeanor, while he was indeed focused on her attire.
Having seen many people in her life, Lin Yuan could easily discern what was on his mind.
She let out a cold laugh in her heart, gave him a disdainful look, and leisurely walked away with her sister.
Just yesterday, she had said that Xie Zhiyuan would certainly come knocking today, and she even guessed the reason why he would visit.
Sure enough, before Lin Yuan had gotten far, Xie Zhiyuan had already impatiently stepped forward two paces, his face grim as he spoke in a low voice, “Sister Mo, you swindled my mother out of ten taels of silver yesterday, didn’t you?”
Lin Yuan bit her lip, feeling indignant on behalf of Mo Sanniang.
Considering the expression on Sanniang’s face just now, it was clear that she hadn’t seen her lover for a long time.
However, Lin Yuan wondered how Mo Sanniang felt being questioned by her lover upon his arrival.
After much hesitation, Lin Yuan still didn’t turn back to give that scoundrel a beating; after all, it was a matter between the two of them, and as an outsider, it was not her place to interfere.
Moreover, knowing Mo Sanniang’s character, unless she saw that scoundrel’s true colors with her own eyes, she might continue to be enthralled, unable to extricate herself.
Back at Rice Flower Fragrance, Lin Yuan gave Liuzi some instructions about the renovation work and then went out with her sister, pushing Lin Jiaxin along.
Lin Jiaxin used to frequent the town almost every day, and after such a long absence, things felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Nevertheless, he was certainly much more familiar with the area than Lin Yuan was.
As they wandered, Lin Jiaxin’s chatterbox opened up.
“The tables and stools in this shop were made by your father.
Look at that table leg.
Your Brother Er Shuan wasn’t careful and sawed off an extra piece, nearly turning the table into a three-legged one, haha,” Lin Jiaxin said proudly to his daughter, pointing at a noodle shop on the street, recalling the happy times.
It had been a long time since Lin Yuan and her sister had heard their father laugh , and they were delighted.
Lin Jiaxin had quite a few old acquaintances in the town, and Old Iron Head was one of them.
After Lin Yuan pushed her father around West Street, they made their way to the main street’s blacksmith shop, where Sister Gui Zhi was selling cold skins at her stall.
From a distance, they could hear the sound of Old Iron Head forging.
Lin Jiaxin excitedly motioned with his hands, asking Lin Yuan to stop.
He then placed his hands on the wheels of the wheelchair, slowly making his way toward the blacksmith shop.
This was the first time Lin Jiaxin had maneuvered the wheelchair by himself.
Watching her father’s somewhat struggling figure, Lin Yuan’s nose tingled with emotion as she slowly followed behind.
Although it was not mealtime, the main street was still the main street.
Even at the street corner, there was a considerable crowd.
Passersby turned their heads to look at the strange contraption Lin Jiaxin sat in—a chair with wheels, a cart with armrests.
Such a peculiar “vehicle” was truly a novelty to them.
Of course, Lin Jiaxin noticed the pointing and murmurs of the people around him, but he wasn’t the least bit timid or embarrassed.
Instead, he accepted their gazes calmly.
After all, what was the harm in letting others see the wonderful thing his daughter had made for him?