The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme
Chapter 37 - 0: Unbelievable Incident
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Chapter 37: Chapter 037: Unbelievable Incident
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As expected, being ignored by Zhuang Qingning, Zhuang Qinghe felt like her punch had landed on cotton, suffocating her with extreme discomfort. She wanted to grab Zhuang Qingning and ask her clearly why she had ignored her in such a way.
Did she look down on her?
A girl without parents, daring to ignore her, failing to take her seriously?
The more Zhuang Qinghe thought about it, the angrier she got. The rage in her stomach all rolled up to her heart, making her chest hurt. She wished she could immediately find someone to quarrel with so she would get some relief.
However, Zhuang Wencheng had already left while speaking, and Zhuang Qinghe feared that if she didnât follow, she wouldnât hear any sweet words Brother Wencheng would say to her. Therefore, she disregarded Zhuang Qingning and quickly followed him.
Along the way, Zhuang Qinghe followed Zhuang Wencheng, walking slowly, glancing at him from time to time, fearing he might catch her looking at him and quickly lowering her head. Her careful thoughts turned her cheeks a bright red.
âBrother Wencheng, do you have something to say to me?â Seeing Zhuang Wencheng staying silent for a long time, Zhuang Qinghe couldnât bear it anymore and initiated the conversation.
âUh, wellâŚâ Zhuang Wencheng scratched his ear, âActually, thereâs nothing much. Itâs getting late, and Iâm reminding you to go home for dinner. I need to go back for lunch too.â
With that said, he left quickly without giving Zhuang Qinghe any chance to stop him.
It was only when Zhuang Qinghe regained her composure that she could only see Zhuang Wenchengâs figure gradually receding in the distance.
âAll, Brother WenchengâŚâ Zhuang Qinghe hadnât heard the words she wanted to hear and now saw Zhuang Wencheng walking away again. She felt disappointed and annoyed, so she hurried to catch up with him, hoping to have a proper conversation.
But Zhuang Wencheng walked swiftly, and Zhuang Qinghe, being chubby and short-legged, had to stop to catch her breath after a few steps. When she looked up again, he was nowhere in sight.
âThisâŚâ Zhuang Qinghe stomped her foot in annoyance.
It was rare for Zhuang Wencheng to come back home from the county town, so it was extremely annoying that she couldnât spend more time with him.
However, on second thought, Zhuang Wencheng didnât usually pay much attention to her, but now he wanted to speak to her alone, even when Zhuang Qingning was around. Didnât that mean Zhuang Wencheng values her more than Zhuang Qingning?
As for the reason why he didnât speak muchâŚ
Probably because Zhuang Wencheng was shy, and too embarrassed to express his feelings.
Once Zhuang Qinghe realized this, she couldnât contain her joy. She could not stop smiling and happily went home.
After Zhuang Wencheng had walked a good distance and saw that Zhuang Qinghe had not followed him, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down.
He had just deliberately asked Zhuang Qinghe to walk alone, knowing her nature. He knew she would be overjoyed, thinking she had surpassed Zhuang Qingning, and hopefully, she would then cease to bother Zhuang Qingning at will.
However, Zhuang Qingning might misunderstand something, and he would probably have to find a chance to explain the matter to herâŚ
While Zhuang Wencheng walked towards his home, thinking about what had just happened, a voice spoke up.
âWencheng, why are you back so late?â Zhuang Wenchengâs mother, Mrs. Wang asked.
He was considering matters when he was suddenly called, startling him and whitening his face. It took him a while to regain his composure: âMother, you scared me, suddenly shouting like that.â
âYou were already walking towards me when I called you. Can that scare you?â Mrs. Wang saw Zhuang Wenchengâs face turning pale, and she frowned in surprise: âWhat happened to you? You look like youâve lost your soul.â
âWell, 1 just came back from Uncleâs house and ran into Zhuang Qinghe. 1 was afraid she would cling to me again, so I quickly made an excuse to get away. On the way back, I was thinking about how hiding like this isnât a solution, and that 1 needed to find a way to handle it. I was deep in thought when you startled meâŚâ
Zhuang Wencheng didnât mention Zhuang Qingning at all, only talking about Zhuang Qinghe.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wangâs eyebrows furrowed even more: âThat Zhuang Qinghe, she really has no shame, at this age she still doesnât know about gender etiquette?â
Gender should be separated at the age of seven. Although in their rural areas there arenât so many rules, itâs not improper for boys and girls to work and talk together. But Zhuang Qinghe wore her heart on her sleeve, and anyone with eyes could see it.
With Zhuang Qingheâs entanglement, Zhuang Wenchengâs reputation was at stake. When searching for a good matchmaker in the future, he will probably be affected by this.
As a mother, this was what she hated to see the most.
âThat Mrs. Song also has no rules, she doesnât care what her daughterâs doing, isnât she ashamed? 1 guess sheâs just trying to latch onto our family because weâre doing well, isnât she embarrassed?â
And she dares not look at herself, being dark, fat, and ugly, how is she worthy of my son Wencheng?
Mrs. Wang, with her wheat straw temper, talked a blue streak. After venting her anger, she turned to Zhuang Wencheng and said, âFrom now on, when you see Zhuang Qinghe donât be polite. People like her are like dog skin plasters. The more youâre concerned about your dignity and embarrassed, the more she will pester you. She doesnât have the face, so why should you be polite to her?â
âYes, motherâs words make sense. Iâll listen to my mother. I wonât be polite to her from now on.â Seeing Mrs. Wang disliking Zhuang Qinghe too, Zhuang Wencheng grinned. novelbuddy.(c)om
Hearing her son was well-behaved made Mrs. Wang very relieved, âThatâs right. Listening to your mother is definitely the right thing to do.â
âHowever, speaking of Zhuang Qinghe, it reminds me of something. Did you go to see Zhuang Qingning today apart from going to your Uncleâs house?â
Seeing Mrs. Wangâs smile gradually fade, Zhuang Wencheng didnât respond directly and instead counter-asked, âMother, why are you suddenly asking this?â
âWhy? Isnât it because Iâm afraid youâre only thinking about that girl Zhuang Qingning?â Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes at her son impatiently.
âThereâs no such thing,â Zhuang Wencheng said, but he guiltily lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his toes.
âHaving none would be best.â Mrs. Wang still sounded unwell, but seeing her sonâs unhealthy complexion, she changed her tone and spoke earnestly, âIâm not saying that Ning is not good. Sheâs hardworking and honest, which is good. But sheâs been without parents since she was little, which shows that she has a tricky life. Even if she doesnât harm her husband in the future, sheâs still prone to harm others. She can be dangerous.â/p>
âAnd if we talk about blood relations, although they may be distant, theyâre still of the same surname, and live in the same village. Itâs very uncomfortable, and itâs easy for others to ridicule.â
The most important thing is, Zhuang Qingning is a woman who has her own household..