The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Chapter 379: Wouldn’t it Be a Pity?

“Besides, I still remember when Zhuang Qingning was suffering under Zhuang Ruman and Mrs. Song, she was always so hungry. Every time Wencheng returned, he would give her white steamed buns. I remember that clearly.”

“Simply put, if it wasn’t for Wencheng taking care of her, Zhuang Qingning might have starved to death. In other words, Wencheng is her life savior! How should she repay her life savior? She should dedicate herself to him!”

“Just because you’re prosperous now and can make money, that doesn’t mean you can ignore your past kindness. This is ungrateful!”

“I wonder why Wen Cheng, who was helping with the herbal medicine collection in village suddenly went to the pharmacy in the town, and they said Zhuang Qingning helped find the job for him. I initially thought it was Zhuang Qingning’s kindness, but it seems she just wants to distance Wencheng.”

“These young girls, once they have a successful business and start making more money, they just want to reach for the clouds. Believing they’re golden phoenixes and can’t settle in this poor village…”

Mrs. Wang was so engrossed in her venting, while Zhuang Futian was frowning and said, “Aren’t you going too far with your words? It seems like you are insisting Zhuang Qingning must marry Wencheng.”

“Isn’t that exactly what I’m saying?” Mrs. Wang, full of anger, pointed at Zhuang Futian, “This matter can’t be left as it is. Tomorrow, I will have a good talk with Zhuang Qingning and also find Wencheng in the town to discuss this matter.”

Well, she had thought about it. But whether it would work or not, Mrs. Wang didn’t mind it too much, but now, with Mrs. Wen making a scene, she couldn’t swallow this anger.

This matter must be resolved one way or another!

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a violation of Wencheng’s kindness to Zhuang Qingning over the years?

“What are you doing talking to Qingning about this? A coerced union is not sweet either. If it seems like we’re forcing her to marry into our family, knowing her temperament, I’m sure it won’t work.”

Zhuang Futian advised from the side.

Not to mention Zhuang Qingning, it’s likely that Zhuang Jingye and the entire village wouldn’t agree with this.

And Zhuang Qingning, who was always kind, threatened to add a rat repellent into a well and dared to use a kitchen knife against Mrs. Song. If she were pushed too hard, there’s no telling what she might do.

Hearing these words, Mrs. Wang suddenly fell silent. She lowered her head, thought for a good while, walked aimlessly around the courtyard, and finally sat down on the bench, her face darkening.

Even if she couldn’t be persuaded, at least she was stopped. At least this was an achievement.

We can have a slower talk about these things later.

As long as time goes on, any kind of thoughts can change.

Zhuang Futian saw Mrs. Wang didn’t say anything, and assumed his words had frightened her. He said in a deep voice, “A coerced union is not sweet. If Qingning doesn’t want to marry into our family, your constant matchmaking might lead to an irreparable situation.”

“You can’t force these things. You should find a few suitable matches for Wencheng when you have time. Try to get him engaged by the end of the year or after the New Year, so he can get married sooner.”

“For Wencheng, you don’t need to worry too much. Once someone gets married and has children, they focus on their wife and children and life tends to improve…”

Zhuang Futian, who usually doesn’t talk much, speaks much in one go, feeling like he has said everything he needed to. Seeing Mrs. Wang still silent, Zhuang Futian decided not to say anymore.

He thought Mrs. Wang should think over this matter alone. He needs to think about how to handle this situation. He himself distanced himself a bit and poured a glass of tea.

Mrs. Wang kept her head down and was fretting with her fingers, her lips tightly drawn together.

The roosters crowed three times the next day.

Today is the day when Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui are going to climb Cuiwei Mountain with Fan Wenxuan and Chu Jinzhou. Both of them got up early and quickly got ready.

They packed some cakes and mooncakes, washed apples and white pears, some crispy dates, and Zhuang Qingning also boiled some Chrysanthemum pear juice and filled her water pouch.

After a simple breakfast, Fan Wenxuan and Chu Jinzhou’s carriage arrived at their door.

“We must hurry up. I heard there are auspicious signs on Cuiwei Mountain these days, and in a few days it will be the fifteenth. There might be a lot of people. If we go later, I’m afraid the carriage won’t be able to reach the foot of the mountain.”

Maybe because he hasn’t been out for a while, Chu Jinzhou seemed quite excited. He quickly invited Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui onto the carriage, and then looked around, “Didn’t Mingli come?”

“Mingli is weak and might not be able to climb the mountain. As you mentioned, after the fifteenth, when you have free time, you could go boating together.” Zhuang Qingning smiled.

“That’s right. ” Chu Jinzhou nodded with a smile, his eyes falling on the tiny burlap bag in Zhuang Qingning’s hand.

The bulging small sack probably contains many delicious snacks.

Although he just had breakfast, Chu Jinzhou licked his lips without thinking about the delicious cakes like Osmanthus and lotus root powder cake and chatted with Zhuang Qingsui.

The two children who were about the same age were chatting enthusiastically about recent interesting incidents mentioned by the servants, and all the tasty and fun things they encountered in the past.

Fan Wenxuan woke up early and was a bit sleepy. He grabbed a cushion and leaned on it to take a nap, while Zhuang Qingning opened the curtain and looked at the scenery outside.

The carriage moved slowly, heading west. It passed through the village and over the farming fields.

August in Golden Autumn is the harvest season.

The red sorghum, the white cotton, the corn that had started to be picked, the beans waiting to be cut, and the sesame ready to be harvested…

Various crops of different colors and varieties grow together on this vast land. At a glance, it is very spectacular and beautiful.

The carriage continued to move. The fields gradually decreased and were replaced by low shrubs on both sides of the road. The mountains in the distance could also be seen faintly, stretching and bathed in the light of dawn.

Then, they drove over the small bridges and smoothly flowing streams, and past calm Cuiwei Lake without any waves. After a narrow winding road, they arrived at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain.

The group got off the carriage one after another to stretch their arms and legs, which had become a bit stiff after a long carriage ride.