Chapter 234 - Chapter 234: Chapter 232: Truth or Lie (4000+) (1/2)

Chapter 234: Chapter 232: Truth or Lie (4000+)

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“Look at Qingmei again, see how she’s living these days? Her father-in-law is blind, and her mother-in-law is entirely dependent on medication. She takes care of her in-laws all day and works in the fields until she’s black and thin from the sun. You tell me, do you want to live a comfortable life or live like an old ox?”

“As parents, who wouldn’t plan for their children? Especially for you, can’t we account for your lifelong affairs? Why can’t you understand this?”

Mrs. Song spoke very earnestly and at length.

Zhuang Qinghe stared at Mrs. Song, choked: “I only have eyes for Brother Wencheng, even if someone else is rich, I won’t marry them…”

“Mother, can you go to Brother Wencheng’s house and propose marriage for me? Brother Wencheng will definitely agree, is that okay?”

“Forget about it!” This time, Mrs. Song was truly angry.

Zhuang Ruman shared her heart with Zhuang Qinghe’s considerations, but Zhuang Qinghe was resolutely set on Zhuang Wencheng. It was utterly infuriating!

What did Zhuang Wencheng’s family have? They were just ordinary farmers, Zhuang Wencheng was only an apprentice in a pharmacy, after all these years he hadn’t achieved anything remarkable. What prospects could he have in the future?

If Zhuang Qinghe were to marry there, how could she live a good life?

Perhaps in the future, even Zhuang Yuanren would have to support such a useless brother-in-law.

Besides, Zhuang Wencheng’s mother was also a formidable figure. Mrs. Song had clashed with her in the past and didn’t want to be related to her through marriage.

“Mum, I…” Zhuang Qinghe wiped away a tear.

“Enough. From now on, this matter is not to be mentioned again, especially in front of your father.” Mrs. Song completely lost patience and ordered, “Hurry up, tidy up the dishes, and fetch a bucket of water!”

Zhuang Qinghe was very unhappy, but seeing Mrs. Song lose her temper to avoid suffering, she wiped away her tears, cleaned up the plates and went to fetch water.

Zhuang Yuanzhong watched from the side. When Zhuang Qinghe had finished her chore, he pulled her aside to talk.

“What do you want?” Zhuang Qinghe was growing to dislike Zhuang Yuanzhong more and was not friendly.