Chapter 357 - 133: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Period Novel (20)
Chapter 357: Chapter 133: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Period Novel (20)
But he didn’t look away. His gaze burned as he pressed her close, letting her feel the change in him. "I may have this so-called gynophobia, but I’m a man, and you’re the woman I love."
"I can’t wait another second to make you my wife!"
Saying this, he gave her no chance to refuse and kissed her again.
When he heard people starting to return outside, Jiang Yihua reluctantly released her. He wasn’t sure if it was his willpower that was strong enough to resist all the physical discomfort, or if Chi Yun’er was simply different to him, raising his physical tolerance along with it.
At least they had been this intimate, and he had actually managed to bear it without passing out.
He rested his forehead against hers, occasionally nuzzling her with the tip of his nose, and whispered, "This time when I go to the Capital City, I’ll explain the situation to Uncle and Aunt Chi first, and I’ll tell my parents too. Our two families can get together to discuss our engagement."
"We’ll get engaged first. Then you’ll return to the city for work, and I’ll be transferred back soon, too. We can get married then!"
After he left, Chi Yun’er still felt a little dazed. ’The most important event of my life... was it really settled just like that?’
Then, she pressed her lips together and let out a soft laugh. She felt no anxiety about the future, her mind instead painting many pictures of a simple and happy life.
However, a chill entered Chi Yun’er’s eyes. ’Before I leave, I will make the people who bullied me suffer the consequences of their actions!’
’I’m sure that as soon as I escape Bian Family Village, they won’t be able to resist making their second move.’
「As dusk settled」
The people of Bian Family Village rushed home for dinner, waiting to start their evening work shift.
At that moment, a short, stout man on a bicycle entered the village, heading straight for the village chief’s house.
After two soft knocks on the door, the village chief’s wife called out impatiently in her loud voice, "Who is it!"
’What could possibly be so urgent that they have to come while people are eating?’
"We’re heading out to work soon. Can’t it wait until after? Don’t you have your own family to eat with?"
Muttering to herself, she yanked the door open. But her voice died the moment she saw the visitor. She immediately turned and shouted toward the main room, "Father! Come out here, quick!"
With that said, she smiled and ushered the man inside. She poked her head out the door, and seeing no one, let out a sigh of relief before bolting it from the inside.
The village chief came out holding a long-stemmed pipe, a shirt draped over his shoulders. When he saw the short, stout man, he let out a cry of surprise. "Old Zhang, what brings you here in person?"
"If you needed something, you could have just sent one of the youngsters with a message. I would have gone to see you."
The brick factory’s reputation was well known. Since it was staffed by big, burly young men with an extensive local network, no one dared to mess with them.
Besides, the people they targeted were those who didn’t know the situation and got taken for a ride—the weak and powerless who could only swallow their grievances.
Everyone was wary of them, but no one would stand up and seek justice for these helpless victims.
But just because they ignored it, afraid of bringing trouble upon themselves, didn’t mean they liked being seen with the brick factory’s leaders and workers!
Old Zhang casually sat down at the table where dinner was being set. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Old brother, how about a couple of drinks?"
The village chief frowned but nodded, telling his daughter-in-law to whip up two more dishes.
"Call that educated-youth son-in-law of yours over, too. He can have a few drinks with us," Old Zhang added with a smile, slapping a pack of cigarettes onto the table.
The village chief’s gaze swept over the pack of cigarettes. Those were the good ones he had sent over before, the very ones his future son-in-law had asked someone to bring back from the Capital City as a gift for him.
He ducked his head, refilling his pipe with tobacco, and told a young grandson to go invite the person in question over for dinner.
Old Zhang fell silent, picked up his chopsticks, and began to slowly eat the food on the table.
By the time Jiang Zishi hurried over, Old Zhang was laughing. "Tsk, tsk. A comrade from the big city, just as I thought. You carry yourself differently from us folks out here in the sticks."
"Cunning as they come, aren’t you? Playing us all for fools!"
Jiang Zishi paused, looking toward the village chief, who simply shook his head.
"Little Jiang, this is Director Zhang of the brick factory," the village chief offered as a simple introduction.
Old Zhang waved a hand. "I’m just an illiterate country bumpkin. I’m not worthy of being called ’Director’ by Jiang, an educated youth."
Jiang Zishi smiled. "How could you say that? One look is all it takes to see that Director Zhang is a frank and open man. Otherwise, you could never have established the brick factory and generated income for our commune."
"Thanks to you, many commune members have built houses of red brick and tile, and are now living comfortable lives like city dwellers."
"Your contributions are undeniable. Everyone can see that, so there’s no need to be so modest in front of a junior like me."
"If anything, it is I, the junior, who has a head full of useless book learning. I haven’t done a single practical thing. After coming to the countryside, I’m still just farming with a hoe alongside everyone else, aren’t I?"