I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 585 - 579: Many Thieves with a Heart’s Eye

Did she harbor such thoughts?

Yes, she did!

She was well aware of her own actions. Recently, she had been intentionally or unintentionally encouraging Zhou Pengcheng to hang out with He Xuerong. She also made a point of praising He Xuerong’s beauty in front of Zhou Pengcheng and mentioning how many boys liked her, along with other suggestive but not overtly inappropriate comments.

But what of it?

Even if this matter were brought to light, she wouldn’t have a problem.

The He Family had a good background, but Zhou Pengcheng’s family background wasn’t too far behind.

Not to mention that Zhou Pengcheng’s biological mother, Xiao Wei, held a high position.

If the two of them did end up together, who’s to say it wasn’t a match made in heaven?

But none of that was important.

What was important was that her daughter was only twelve years old. How come she knew so much, and why did she speak of dating so calmly—a calmness that caused Liu Ying’s back to break out in cold sweat.

She had been busy with spring farming lately. Although she had escaped the fate of fieldwork to take up clerical jobs, she was still at the farm, even under the supervision of that woman, Zhou Xiaoqin.

Those people she had once looked down upon could now command her, but what could she say? She could only endure it, waiting for the opportunity to rise again, which was why she was in no hurry.

But the work was indeed exhausting, so she had really neglected her daughter a lot recently.

Liu Ying took a few steps forward, not expecting Zhou Ruoruo to suddenly close her bedroom door.

A door blocked Liu Ying’s view.

Liu Ying walked forward to push the door open, only to find that Zhou Ruoruo had locked it from the inside. She knocked a few times and raised her voice, "Ruoruo, mom knows you’re upset and prone to overthink things, imagining all sorts of scenarios. You’ve misunderstood mom; I wouldn’t do such a thing. From now on, I won’t let Pengcheng run errands to the He Family either. Please don’t think otherwise, and focus all your energy on your studies, do you hear me?"

After a long while, Zhou Ruoruo’s muffled voice came from the room, "Mom, I understand. Go cook; brother will be home soon."

Liu Ying, hearing that Zhou Ruoruo’s voice was no longer as sharp, felt relieved.

But she also clenched her teeth tightly.

Her daughter shouldn’t be this way now. The main reason her daughter had become like this was that He Xuerong, the little bitch from the neighbor’s house.

And Li Mingguang, who was like a fly circling that little bitch.

And at this moment, Li Mingguang was with Zhou Pengcheng, in the poplar forest to the east.

Just the two of them.

Li Mingguang looked serious. In a year, the young boy had turned into a handsome teenager, almost reaching one meter seventy in height, straight and elegant like bamboo after the rain.

His bright eyes were intently focused on Zhou Pengcheng, who was as carefree as ever, smiling nonchalantly, lazily leaning against a tree trunk. He even cocked an eyebrow, which could be interpreted as a provocation. And the corner of his mouth curled up—one side arching higher. The two were of similar height; Zhou Pengcheng wasn’t as handsome as Li Mingguang, but with his thick brows, big eyes, and tall stature, coupled with his indifferent demeanor, there were plenty of schoolgirls who secretly fancied him.

He was a few years older than Li Mingguang, but he knew that the boy across from him was full of mischief and definitely not a good character.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention and they each went about their own business. After playing together, he suffered losses under the other’s hands several times.

But after all, he was older and very generously opened his mouth, "Little brother, what do you need from your big brother, looking so serious?"

Li Mingguang frowned but still spoke up, "Zhou Pengcheng, do you know what your stepmother has been telling people these past few months?"

Zhou Pengcheng glanced at Li Mingguang, thinking the little rascal was going to warn him to stay away from Rongrong.

But he didn’t expect him to say this; it seemed like he had heard something?

So he said directly, "Just spit it out if you have something to say, no need to mumble and mutter like a woman. Let that woman Liu Ying say whatever she wants, it’s not like you don’t know what kind of person she is."

Li Mingguang’s expression grew colder, "You can be foolish on your own, but I don’t want you to drag others down with you. Your stepmother tells everyone that you and He Xuerong, although you didn’t grow up together, are practically childhood sweethearts and that you play so well together..."

Zhou Pengcheng slowly stood up straight, "Did Aunt Li tell you this?"

"My mom doesn’t know, it’s something I heard from someone else." Then he added, "If my mom knew, Aunt Qiao would definitely know. Your stepmother is slandering behind the back and tarnishing Rongrong’s reputation. They won’t let you off easily."

Women naturally like to chat about this and that when they get together. Sometimes the speaker means nothing and neither does the listener, but sometimes the listener does take it seriously, and yet these words are not to be spread casually for the time being.

Liu Ying’s words were many, and it all depended on how you took them. You could take them the wrong way if you wanted, or you could take them the right way, and that’s what was so annoying about them.

Li Mingguang continued, "Because of the issue with your sister, your stepmother really dislikes Rongrong and even hates Aunt Qiao, so from now on, you should keep your distance from Rongrong and avoid talking to her."

The young boy’s warning was somewhat naive and childish, but it did have some credibility.

And Zhou Pengcheng was at an age where he was afraid of neither heaven nor earth, so how could such words scare him?

He spat out the leaf he had been chewing, flipped his hair, and believed it to be his most carefree and handsome gesture. Then, looking sideways at Li Mingguang, he said, "Little brother, you’re really too naive. Both our families are neighbors and schoolmates, and we all live in the base residential compound. We’re not strangers here. If I suddenly stop talking to her, wouldn’t that exactly confirm what they’re calling it, that thing... what’s it called..."

"Never mind what it’s called here. You can try to stay away from Rongrong. Then you can see if your stepmother will tell you to get closer to Rongrong. If she doesn’t, then you’ll always be my big brother!"

Zhou Pengcheng’s eyes brightened.

He looked at Li Mingguang thoughtfully, and Li Mingguang simply looked back at him.

These were two options.

Being Li Mingguang’s big brother, either temporarily or forever, seemed to have a much greater appeal than loitering around Rongrong.

You should know that Li Mingguang was really tough, and didn’t the kids around him all call him ’big brother’?

But this bratty kid would never change his tune.

He would always call out "Zhou Pengcheng, Zhou Pengpeng" without any respect, and after a few lessons, unexpectedly he was the one who suffered a loss instead. In terms of fighting, this bratty kid was even not inferior to himself.

Not to mention, he even did better in his studies.