Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 173: Mid-Month

When it comes to life’s big events, being decided in such a hurry, Shen Qinglan actually doesn’t quite agree.

However, thinking about how Shen Qingju has been waiting for so long, isn’t she just waiting for this day?

Thinking it over, all she could do was remain silent.

The Li family members finally relented, and Dong Yao and Shen Shan also breathed a sigh of relief.

During the meal, Li Wen and Ms. Hong felt a bit awkward when they saw Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan didn’t say anything, just lowered her eyes, quietly eating her meal without a word.

Aside from Shen Qinglan, who appeared calm, and Shen Qingju, who blushed, the rest of the Shen Family was quite happy.

During this time, Li Wen and Ms. Hong, along with Dong Yao and Shen Shan, who had taken leave to come back, kept discussing trivial matters about the wedding day.

After lunch, Li Wen and Ms. Hong departed. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Dong Yao was pulling Shen Qingju aside to explain things post-marriage, with Shen Qinghe sitting next by to listen.

Shen Qinglan wasn’t very interested in talks about respecting in-laws and domestic duties.

She felt that many things are mutual. Whether it’s family or love, only through mutual tolerance and understanding can things go further.

It’s impossible; if you show me attitude all the time, I still have to wrong myself and fawn on you.

Seemingly remembering something, she pulled out the only Jade Hairpin from her hair and fiddled with it in her hand.

She recalled the scene of Duan Yunfei looking back at every step as he left, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

If Le Zhao hadn’t been urging, he would probably have lingered at the Town Gate for a long time.

She lifted her gaze to see two blossoming red plum trees outside the window and fell into contemplation.

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Time flew by quickly, and soon it was mid-month.

With only three days left until Shen Qingju’s wedding, the Shen Family returned to Lishui Village.

During this period, Shen Qinglan hadn’t encountered anyone from the Heavenly Killer Sect.

After tidying up the old house and cleaning it, along with some shopping, two more days passed in a flash.

Perhaps due to the impending marriage, Shen Qingju had been feeling a bit anxious these past few days.

To ease her anxiety, Shen Qinghe had been accompanying her for the past few days.

In the village, girls of their age were almost all married off, so aside from Shen Qinghe, Shen Qingju had almost no peers around as confidants.

Originally, Dong Yao asked Shen Qinglan to accompany Shen Qingju, but she refused.

As Shen Qingju put it: "Having her accompany me is like leaving me alone."

Even though Shen Qinglan had become much more cheerful than before, her quiet nature hadn’t changed.

Sometimes, she’d just sit there, and you wouldn’t even know if she was really there or not.

Unless it was a topic that interested her, she might occasionally say a few words; otherwise, she remained silent most of the time.

With the good day just around the corner, aside from the bride-to-be Shen Qingju, the Shen Family was all busy.

Even the youngest, Shen Qingping and Shen Qing’an, were helping with moving stuff.

In this era, cows were very precious and couldn’t be slaughtered casually, so aside from the cow, there were live chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep in the yard.

When Shen Qinglan brought the last basket of vegetables back to the kitchen, her stomach was already growling with hunger.

Shen Qingzhu, standing beside her, couldn’t help but chuckle softly upon hearing it.

He pointed to the stove and said, "Cousin just made a pot of noodles, Qingping and Qing’an have eaten, you should eat while it’s hot too."

Shen Qinglan stepped forward to lift the lid and indeed found half a pot of noodles inside.

She took a bowl, washed it, and then served herself a bowl, eating directly in front of the stove.

Although the noodles were overcooked, the taste was still good, at least better than what Shen Qingju cooked.

Thinking about Shen Qingju’s cooking skills, Shen Qinglan couldn’t help but sigh.

She also admired Shen Qingju, who had been cooking for so many years, yet her culinary skills remained as if she were still a beginner after ten years, which was quite remarkable.