The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 161 - 160: A Heart as Sour as a Lemon

Leng Qiushou was Second Uncle Leng’s eldest son, and Leng ManCang was Third Uncle Leng’s eldest son.

The two of them returned on the same oxcart.

At that moment, Aunt Leng and Third Aunt Leng were sitting under a tree, gossiping with a few other women from the village about Gu Jiaojiao getting into a fight.

They even asked for Aunt Leng’s opinion.

Aunt Leng pursed her lips. "Such a busybody. What does another family’s business have to do with her? Now she’s gone and offended the Wang Family for no good reason."

The Wang Family was another large clan in the area, second only to the prominent Chen Family, and they had many members.

By doing so, Gu Jiaojiao was burning all her bridges.

A few of the women chuckled and chimed in.

"It’s a good thing you’ve already cut ties with her."

Just as they were speaking, a sharp-eyed woman spotted two figures on an oxcart and excitedly nudged Aunt Leng’s arm.

"Look, on the oxcart! Isn’t that Qiushou and Man Cang?"

Aunt Leng and Third Aunt Leng looked over, and sure enough, it was Leng Qiushou and Leng ManCang.

"They’re back!"

The women around them were instantly filled with envy.

The Leng Family were just country folk like them, farmers through and through. Yet, in their sons’ generation, they had suddenly produced five workers with jobs in the city. This was unprecedented in the Qingshan Team.

In fact, they were unmatched in all the surrounding villages.

The women couldn’t hide their jealousy. They figured the Leng family’s home must have excellent feng shui for them to have such incredible, dumb luck.

A few of them were particularly bitter about it.

But the Leng boys were too successful, so the women only dared to feel jealous in their hearts. To their faces, they had to offer praise.

"Your sons are so capable! Working in the city, and as official workers, too. You’ll be able to live comfortably in your old age."

"Exactly! That’s an iron rice bowl. We’re all so envious we could die."

Out of the Leng family’s six children, five had jobs in the city. It was an incredibly respectable thing to be able to say.

They didn’t even have to worry about finding wives for them.

Other families had to beg for a match.

For the Lengs, potential brides were lining up.

They’d heard the village matchmaker say that several girls of suitable age had asked her to approach the Leng Family about setting up a meeting!

Hearing this made them green with envy. ’How could Aunt Leng and Third Aunt Leng be so lucky?’

Aunt Leng and Third Aunt Leng beamed, blossoming under the crowd’s compliments.

"It’s all because they’re capable on their own."

The two women, wanting to bask in the glory a little longer, didn’t move. Instead, they waited for Leng Qiushou and Leng ManCang to come to them.

Leng Qiushou and Leng ManCang approached, their faces grim.

Yet, Aunt Leng and Third Aunt Leng seemed not to notice, continuing to boast to the women around them.

However, someone grew curious.

"Doesn’t Qiushou work at the commune? Why is he back now? The commune isn’t on holiday, is it?"

The work at the commune wasn’t strenuous, but they only got Sundays off. It wasn’t Sunday, so why was Qiushou back?

Aunt Leng didn’t know either, but she subconsciously came up with an excuse.

"I’m not sure. He probably has some other business to attend to! Our Qiushou has been at the commune for years. Maybe he’s about to get a promotion!"

Leng Qiushou had mentioned this possibility at home before.

He’d said his superiors were very fond of him and that he had a good chance of being promoted this year. Perhaps he’d returned because of that!

When the others heard this, they felt a fresh pang of jealousy, as if they’d just bitten into a lemon.

’Why are other people’s sons so outstanding!’

Though sour with envy, they still had to offer their congratulations on the surface, some even starting to scheme how to get on the Leng Family’s good side.

Leng Qiushou had just gotten within earshot when he heard his mother’s bragging, and he was so angry he could have died.

He had just gotten to work that morning when he was called in by the commune leadership. They told him to go home, "reflect on his actions" for a while, and then come back to work.

He didn’t even know what had happened; he’d just been sent packing.

It wasn’t until someone reminded him later that they thought they had seen Leng Yuan.