Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: Chapter 72: No Destiny (1/2)

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: No Destiny

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“Eldest Sister, please don’t say that. I don’t really have anything good to give. Yuer’s wife comes from a wealthy background, so I just hope she won’t look down on it.” Yang Juxiang had initially thought her items were quite presentable, after all, they were the only treasured possessions she had at the bottom of the box. But upon seeing Han Yu’s wife, she felt somewhat embarrassed by her own gifts—the floral cloth and silver earrings were perhaps inferior to what the lady would normally use, and yet, it wouldn’t be proper to take them back now.

“No, this is Aunt’s heartfelt sentiment; how could I dare to disdain it? It’s just that it has cost Aunt some trouble.” Su Wenyue didn’t have a good impression of this aunt, it was all just polite conversation on the surface.

Jiang Chunlan, standing off to the side, couldn’t take her eyes off of Su Wenyue as soon as she arrived, filled with both envy and jealousy—especially when looking at Su Wenyue’s clothing and demeanor, and then back at herself. Compared to Su Wenyue, she felt shabby and deflated, feeling unfairly treated by fate, wondering why all the good things had gone to Su Wenyue. Not only was Su Wenyue beautiful and from a good family, but she had even stolen Cousin Yu from her.

Thinking of Han Yu, Jiang Chunlan’s heart ached. Her mother had promised her that Cousin Yu would marry her when the time came; she had eagerly anticipated marrying the handsome and dashing Cousin Yu. How could she have known that things would change so drastically and that in the end, Cousin Yu married that woman, Su Wenyue?

“This must be my cousin, such a lovely and delicate girl.” Su Wenyue felt a malicious gaze resting on her and turned to see it came from Han Yu’s cousin. That expression of grief and sorrow on her face was as if she had been abandoned.

“Look at how eloquent Yuer’s wife is. Our Chunlan is just a wild little girl from the countryside; she can’t compare to you at all. It’s like comparing heaven to earth. I have never seen anyone as radiant as Yuer’s wife, looking like she comes from prosperous origins, just like a fairy from a painting,” praised Yang Juxiang with a kindly smile, seeming to be genuinely fond of Su Wenyue and lavishing her with compliments.

Even though Jiang Chunlan knew her mother’s words were mere pleasantries, hearing them still made her uncomfortable, and she found it difficult to maintain her smile, feeling an even deeper resentment.

Nevertheless, Mrs. Yang noticed Chunlan’s disquiet: “What’s the matter,

Chunlan? You look a little off color. Didn’t you tire yourself out on the journey? It’s nearly a four-hour ox cart ride from Xiaoxi Village to our Xinhe Village. It’s normal to feel exhausted after such a bumpy ride. Why don’t you go rest for a while? Since you’ve come all this way, you should stay for a few days, and we can talk at our leisure later on.”

“That sounds good, indeed. The horse carriage ride has left me quite exhausted.

Then, Aunt, where should I go to rest?”

“This…” Mrs. Yang had spoken without much thought, not anticipating Yang Juxiang’s unannounced visit and therefore not having planned for their accommodation. There was no room ready for them yet, and now she was at a loss as to where she should arrange for Jiang Chunlan to rest.