Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Can’t Get What One Wants!_1

Chapter 50 -50 Can’t Get What One Wants!_1

Xiao Changyi remained silent.

An Jing said leisurely, “Mrs. Hongxia, San Ya is your daughter, and you should be more aware of what kind of person she is than anyone else.”

Mrs. Hongxia’s old face immediately turned red, but she still managed to complain, “Regardless, you shouldn’t have made her cry. She ran back home in tears, and so many people in the village saw. What will they think of her?”

“Mrs., she chose to cry on her own, it wasn’t us who made her cry. What does that have to do with us?” An Jing responded in a soft, polite tone. Though her man was reticent and reserved, she surely was not!

Mrs. Hongxia was at a loss for words in an instant.

However, because she did not dare to stay any longer, fearing that Xiao Changyi might curse her, Mrs. Hongxia did not press the point and quickly went straight to the matter at hand. She turned to Xiao Changyi and asked, “Changyi, did you really become rich?”

“Ha,” An Jing laughed, “Is getting rich or not our family’s business? Why is your family so concerned about it? It wasn’t enough that your daughter San Ya asked, but now you’ve come over in person.”

Mrs. Hongxia’s old face turned even redder.

“Out of respect for Uncle Liu’s kindness to my family’s Changyi, I’ll just tell you honestly, my family’s Changyi has not become rich. Please go back and relay this message to your precious daughter, so she can stop worrying about it and save you the trouble of being embarrassed.” After a pause, An Jing’s words carried a deeper meaning, “She’s already engaged, yet she keeps worrying about my household… If this were to spread… haha, Mrs., what do you think?”

Mrs. Hongxia understood the implication in An Jing’s words, and her old face turned pale.

If her family had a daughter who couldn’t be married off, they would definitely become the laughingstock of the village. Lin Daqiang’s family, who had been ridiculed for years, was a prime example, and she did not want to end up like them.

“Sharp-tongued!” Mrs. Hongxia glared at An Jing before saying to Xiao Changyi, “Changyi, your Uncle Liu has been dead for many years now, and I think it’s best if our families stop associating with each other from now on.”

Xiao Changyi remained silent.

An Jing thought to herself: I couldn’t agree more!

But her face showed a smile as she said, “Mrs., if my family’s Changyi had become rich, you probably wouldn’t be saying this, would you?”

Mrs. Hongxia’s old face turned the color of a liver with anger, and she retorted furiously, “Is this the attitude a younger generation should have towards their elders? To talk to me like this!”

“Elder? Haha…” An Jing’s smile was like a blossoming flower, “Do you admit to being an elder of my family’s Changyi now? What, aren’t you afraid of being cursed to death by him? My family’s Changyi is known for cursing his elders, brothers, and sisters.”

Mrs. Hongxia’s face turned pale immediately, and she stood up to stride out with big steps, as if a ghost was chasing her, still muttering resentfully, “You really are malicious, cursing my family’s head wasn’t enough; now you even want to curse me. From now on, don’t expect any association between our families!”

Xiao Changyi’s expression remained impassive, but he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, An Jing reached out and tightly grabbed Xiao Changyi’s right hand, as if to give him strength.

Mrs. Hongxia was indeed kind-hearted, but she was also opportunistic and held a deep resentment towards Xiao Changyi, simply because she had always believed that Old Hunter Liu’s death had been caused by Xiao Changyi’s curse.

Since Old Hunter Liu’s death, Mrs. Hongxia had harbored hatred towards Xiao Changyi. Even though there were rumors in the village that Old Hunter Liu might have been cursed to death by Xiao Changyi, Mrs. Hongxia had never said so out loud. She just silently resented Xiao Changyi in her heart, while maintaining her reputation as a kind-hearted woman.

But today, provoked by An Jing, Mrs. Hongxia let it slip, and it was as though a wound that had healed on Xiao Changyi’s body was viciously torn open again, bleeding profusely.