Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce-Chapter 34 - Going to Propose Marriage_1
Chapter 34: Chapter 34 Going to Propose Marriage?_1
Chapter 34 -34 Going to Propose Marriage?_1
Nan Quanyou was still feeling melancholy when Nan Feng chimed in, “Dad, you haven’t been to the town for a while, right?
When I make enough money, I’ll buy a mule cart, so you can go whenever you want.”
Tears sprang into Nan Quanyou’s eyes, but he didn’t want to cry in front of his daughter.
So he came up with an excuse, “Are you going to take a bath soon?
I carried a few buckets of water today.
I’ll go heat them for you.”
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Nan Feng tidied everything up and then checked herself in the mirror.
Her face was still distressing to look at, but she had been taking care to clean it, so there was no pus oozing out, and the infection wasn’t spreading anymore.
After taking a bath, she smashed some aloe and applied the juice to her face.
It felt so refreshing that she kept it on until she went to sleep.
The next day, when she woke up, she was surprised to find that the pus-filled spots on her face had darkened, and some of the ones that had burst earlier were now healing over.
It seemed like the aloe’s anti-inflammatory properties were working.
However, aloe was only a temporary solution and could not address the root of the problem.
To resolve the issue completely, she needed to take the right medication.
She needed to find that particular red wild fruit first.
…
The next day, Nan Feng was sorting Chinese cabbage seeds in the yard – seeds that they had bought from the town.
They had to grow some vegetables at home; they couldn’t keep eating wild plants foraged from the mountains, as it was both time-consuming and laborious.
She had seen the vegetable field that Nan Quanyou managed, which only had easy-to-grow garlic, onions, and ginger.
Vegetables that needed more water were growing very poorly.
She felt the need to find out the cause.
While she was sorting, Nan Quanyou approached.
“Morning, Dad,” she said, briefly lifting her gaze from her task before returning to it.
After a while, she looked up at Nan again.
It seemed like he had something to say.
“Dad, is there something you want to say?”
Nan Quanyou, a straightforward man, took a moment to gather his words, “Nan Feng, I see that…
Ye cares a lot about you, even helping you out a lot.”
Nan Feng immediately understood Nan Quanyou’s implied meaning and replied, somewhat impatiently, “Dad, if you have something to say, say it.
Don’t beat around the bush.”
“Well, he seems really devoted to you, and you’re of marriageable age.
I don’t have high requirements for a son-in-law—being good to you would suffice.
If you like him too, I could ask Sima or Lan to talk to Uncle Zhou, who knows, it could make a good match…”
“Stop, hold on!” Nan Feng interrupted him, “Dad, I know you’re concerned about my situation and afraid of rumors if we’re seen together too often, but let the villagers gossip—if they want to.
I’m not afraid of being teased.
Ye and I spend a lot of time together, but we’re just good friends.
At this point, talking about marriage is too soon.”
Nan Quanyou looked clueless, “Why is it too soon?
When I married your mother, we had only seen each other once.
Love grows over time.”
Nan Feng knew that explaining wouldn’t make Nan Quanyou understand.
So she presented an excuse, “Dad, let’s do this then.
Give me one year, just one year.
After a year, if I’ve fallen in love with Ye, and he’s fallen for me, then you can help us get married.
If neither of us have feelings for each other, then let’s drop the matter.”
“A year?” Nan Quanyou widened his eyes, “Why do you need a year to get married?”
Obviously, Nan Quanyou didn’t understand what “dating” meant.
Nan Feng knew she couldn’t explain it to him in this era where marriages were arranged by parents.
So she asked, “Dad, have you prepared a dowry for me?”
At this, Nan Quanyou was left dumbfounded.
