Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 501 - 500: Your Young Lady Is So Pitiful

Shen Qingju murmured, "Second cousin really is something, never knowing how to speak his mind clearly; if he’d spoken earlier, we’d probably be holding a small nephew by now."

Shen Qinglan nodded in agreement, while Zhuang Ruyue’s face flushed red enough to almost drip blood.

"By the way, Miss Zhuang, are you going back to the Zhuang Mansion?" Shen Qingju asked.

All the color drained from Zhuang Ruyue’s face at once, and she shook her head sorrowfully. "I won’t be going back."

"It’s fine if you don’t go back. From now on, treat the Shen Family as your own family!" Shen Qingju said. "Our Shen Family may not be a wealthy household, but we won’t let a young lady go short on food or clothing, unlike the Zhuang Mansion, which you are better off never returning to for the rest of your life."

Being dependent on others, how could one feel at ease?

Zhuang Ruyue sighed inwardly and asked Shen Qinglan, "Miss Shen, is there any work that women can do? I can help out."

"Do you know needlework?" Shen Qinglan asked.

"I do!" Zhuang Ruyue nodded.

Shen Qinglan said, "Then help my mother and them with embroidering handkerchiefs."

"Alright!" Zhuang Ruyue nodded. "I can cook and clean as well. Whenever Miss Shen needs someone, just let me know."

Living and eating for free without doing anything made her feel uneasy.

Shen Qingju laughed, "Others will do those tasks. You just need to focus on embroidery."

Zhuang Ruyue nodded slightly and said softly, "Then I’ll trouble you!"

"Ladies, dinner is ready. The madam sent me to call you over!"

Footsteps sounded from far to near, and soon Fu Dong and Xiaoman appeared at the door.

Shen Qinglan stood up smiling, helped Shen Qingju to her feet, and then looked at Zhuang Ruyue, saying, "Let’s go, time for dinner."

"Huh?" Zhuang Ruyue hesitated and said, "But I just had a bun and don’t feel hungry yet."

At the thought of seeing Shen Qingning, she felt a bit panicked.

She was conflicted; she wanted to see Shen Qingning, yet was afraid for him to see her in her impoverished state. Not seeing him left her yearning for him.

Shen Qingju said, "Even if you’re not hungry, you should come sit and eat a bit. Otherwise, if you get hungry at midnight, you won’t be able to sleep."

Zhuang Ruyue lowered her eyes and sighed, thinking that perhaps no one here understood better than she and Xiaoman what it felt like to endure hunger through the night.

Once, unable to bear the hunger, they even picked flowers from the yard to steam and eat.

Xiaoman said, "Miss, I think the eldest girl is right. Let’s go together!"

As she came over earlier, Fu Dong had roughly explained the Shen Mansion’s family members, which Xiaoman made sure to remember along the way.

At first, Zhuang Ruyue seemed thin enough, but surprisingly, her maid was even thinner.

Looking at the almost skin-and-bones Xiaoman, Shen Qingju felt an even deeper pity.

Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Is the second miss waiting for me to drag you along?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Ruyue quickly said, "Let’s all go together!"

With that, Shen Qinglan smiled gently and, supporting Shen Qingju, led the way out the door.

Seeing this, Zhuang Ruyue quickly followed, while Fu Dong and Xiaoman trailed behind them.

Piao Xue said, "Sister Xiaoman, you’re so thin. Later, let Aunt Yang give you a couple more bowls of chicken soup to drink."

"Chicken soup?" Xiaoman asked quietly, "Do you often have it?"

"Mm!" Piao Xue nodded, "We have it often."

With a face full of envy, Xiaoman said, "My lady and I only get to drink it during festivals."

"Huh?" Piao Xue was surprised, "Doesn’t your lady drink it often either?"

Xiaoman pursed her lips, "The master and the madam don’t like our lady, and the people in the household don’t look kindly upon her. The eldest lady often brings the young masters and misses of the mansion to bully our lady. Not to mention chicken soup, she doesn’t even have a peaceful life!"

The few young maidservants listened sympathetically, "Your lady is so pitiful!"