Chapter 7: Each with His Own Agenda
Ma Qijun, who was sitting in the wheelchair, was originally 1.9 meters tall, and when he sat down, his height just reached Ye Xiaomei's chin.
When he turned around, Ma Qijun felt something soft and sticky on his nose. A faint fragrance of orchid came to him, and his face turned red instantly.
Ye Xiaomei took a half step back, her hands consciously protecting her heart, her face red from her ears to her neck.
Ma Qijun suppressed his pounding heart and quickly looked away.
He happened to see his mother chatting happily with Old Lady Li in the main hall of the Ye family. He turned the wheel of the wheelchair with one hand and looked at Ye Xiaomei:
"Can I ask you a question?"
Ye Xiaomei took two steps back and squatted in the shade at the foot of the wall.
Ma Qijun's heart sank. Was she hiding from him? Was the rumor in the village true or not? For a moment, he didn't know whether to ask.
Ye Xiaomei lowered her head and murmured, "Brother Ma, I know what you want to ask. You want to ask me if I have made up my mind."
Ma Qijun's heart was relieved: "Yeah." He nodded.
"I..." Ye Xiaomei's mind was filled with rumors. She was willing to ignore them, as a man of integrity has nothing to fear. But she couldn't bear to see her mother suffer humiliation.
What's more, she had a disease that made her weak when she was close to Ma Qijun:
"I've made up my mind. I'm going to take care of you for the rest of my life."
Ye Xiaomei mustered up a lot of courage. After she finished speaking, she bit her lips until they bled. She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Ma Qijun fiercely:
"Only if you're willing to marry me."
Ma Qijun was overwhelmed with emotions. If he was willing to marry her, she would be willing to take care of him for the rest of his life?
He looked the girl up and down. She was squatting against the wall with her knees hugged. The tenderness of her chest was faintly visible through her collar. The two erotic scenes came to his mind, and he almost couldn't control himself.
Ma Qijun quickly looked away: "Then you have to know what you will face after marrying me."
Ye Xiaomei thought clearly and nodded: "I know."
Ma Qijun squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Xiaomei for a long time. Seeing that he didn't continue talking, Ye Xiaomei stood up and left:
"I'm going to the field to call my mother back."
Ma Qijun looked at the back twisting in the sunlight thoughtfully. The humiliation that incident brought to her was really great, and she was willing to marry him even if it meant ruining her life.
Ma Qijun took a deep breath.
"As long as Xiaolin doesn't care about this, I, an old lady, have no objection." In the main room, Li Cuihua had been ridiculed by Wang Lan secretly and openly for a long time, and now the smile on the corners of her mouth was obviously forced.
Wang Minzhi tied her hair into a braid and sat at the table, her eyes fixed on the two cans of maltose, the four cans of yellow peaches, and the large bags of fruit.
The Ma family is very generous, but it's a pity that Ma Qijun is a loser, otherwise all these good things would be hers. Forget it:
"Xiao Lin is a generous person. She will never take staying overnight into account. Xiao Mei is also a daughter of my Ye family. It doesn't matter who she marries."
Wang Lan snorted: "This is fate. They say fate is predestined, but sometimes God can be blind, right?"
Wang Minzhi's face darkened, but she quickly forced a smile: "Yes, yes, Sister Wang is right."
Li Cuilan was still worried. Ye Xiaomei had been flirting with her future brother-in-law in broad daylight, and this time she had him. But then she changed her mind and thought that although Ma Qijun was disabled and would not have much future, his family was wealthy.
So, this gift money must be quite a lot.
"Have some tea." Seeing that Ye Xiaolin was still not getting up, Li Cuihua quickly poured tea for her: "Since Xiaolin's matter has been forgotten, let's talk about Xiaomei and Qijun's matter. I don't know..."
Li Cuihua paused and said, "I wonder how much your family paid for the betrothal gift and the betrothal gift."
Wang Minzhi suddenly stopped eating melon seeds. No one knew what this old lady was planning, but it didn't matter.
She was pregnant and gave birth to two sons. The eldest took over the business and has a normal income, the second is in high school, and the third is Ye Xiaolin. The money the old lady saved would definitely be given to her grandson in the end.
Wang Lan said decisively after hearing this: "As long as Xiao Mei says so, I will give her whatever she asks."
He is indeed a straightforward person, but, did Ye Xiaomei mention it?
Li Cuihua smacked her lips in displeasure, forced a smile and nodded: "Then we'll discuss this matter after her mother comes."
As he was talking, Zhao Min, with his trousers rolled up and his feet covered in mud, carrying a hoe, came rushing over from the village road, followed by Ye Xiaoya, whose face was covered in mud.
"Xiao Mei, are you really going to get married?" Zhao Mei's eyes were full of forbearance. In all these years, when has she ever made a decision? Giving birth to a daughter was like committing a huge mistake. She was not liked by her mother-in-law, and she had no say in matters concerning her daughter.
"Yes, Mom, I've really thought it through." Ye Xiaomei knew her mother was feeling wronged, so in order to comfort her, she smiled throughout the whole process:
"It doesn't matter who I marry. Besides, I heard that Ma Qi's army gets subsidies and medical subsidies for disability. Anyway, life will definitely not be worse than it is now."
Zhao Mei sniffed and secretly wiped the moisture from her eyes, then smiled and said, "That's true, but it's hard enough for a girl like you to take care of the eating, drinking, defecating and urinating of such a tall person."
"At least it's better than going to the fields all day and doing endless farm work."
Zhao Mei then nodded, but she didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the girl would be eighteen years old and would have to become a lady of another family.
When they got home, Li Cuihua in the main room hadn't stood up yet, but Wang Lan stood up first and quickly handed Zhao Mei her hand. She didn't mind that Zhao Mei's hands were covered in mud, and she held them tightly:
"Mother-in-law, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhao Mei was startled by such an enthusiastic gesture and retracted her hand abruptly: "Let me wash my hands first, they are all muddy. Please sit down first."
"Oh, are you weeding in the fields? Are you planting corn or soybeans?" Wang Lan followed her to the well, watching her mother-in-law wash her hands and mouth with the creaking sound of the well pump:
"There's little rain this year, so it's a good time to grow sesame seeds."
The more enthusiastic Wang Lan was, the more Zhao Mei felt that her daughter would soon leave home. She felt uncomfortable and smiled bitterly:
"Soybeans."
"Soybeans are good. They can be used to extract oil and make bean cakes. They are delicious when used to make dumplings."
Wang Lan spoke vigorously, and Ma Qijun on the side stroked his forehead with an obviously unhappy look on his face. Her mother wanted to carry her daughter-in-law home directly. Was she so afraid that he would not be able to get married?
Ye Xiaomei handed a towel to her mother and glanced at Ma Qijun. To be honest, he was actually very handsome, especially that face that didn't tend to smile.
Moreover, he was estimated to be about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and looked very strong. Such tall people are very popular in the countryside because short people don't have to exert much effort, and even if they are disabled, they are still particularly pleasing to the eye.
Ye Xiaomei's face suddenly turned red and she lowered her head and walked into the main room, adding a stool for her mother.
As soon as Zhao Mei sat down, Li Cuihua raised her hand and pointed at the corner of the table: "I will regard this matter as a settlement of the family. The girl is grown up and cannot be kept. However, the betrothal gift must be decided by Xiaomei herself."
As she spoke, Li Cuihua leaned over to Zhao Mei and whispered, "I am the boss of this family. I must manage this money."
Zhao Mei lowered her head and sighed: "Then you can ask Xiao Mei."
Ye Xiaomei was confused and pointed at her nose: "What are you asking me? I said I am willing to take care of you..." Glancing at Ma Qijun who was enjoying the cool under the tree outside, Ye Xiaomei lowered her voice and whispered:
"Take care of Brother Ma for his whole life."
Papa, Wang Lan clapped her hands and sat down, looking very happy, as if this future daughter-in-law had already come into the family and was carrying a big fat grandson:
"Yes, yes, yes, I like Xiao Mei. Don't worry, I will never let you suffer a finger when you come to my Ma family, girl?"
While saying this, Ye Xiaomei kept her head down, wishing she could bury her head in her chest wrap.
"Girl? You have the final say on the gift money. Tell me how much you want." Wang Lan was so impatient that he seemed to have to make up his mind in the next second, fearing that the daughter-in-law who was willing to take care of his son for the rest of his life would run away.
In an instant, four pairs of eyes, Wang Minzhi, Li Cuihua, mother Zhao Min, and Wang Lan, stared at Ye Xiaomei.
Ye Xiaomei was in a state of confusion when she was looked at. How much should she ask for? If she asked for 500, would that be too much? After all, Brother Ma was lame, and she would have to live after she married him.
Three hundred? Ye Xiaomei counted on her fingers in her heart. She could buy Xiaoya a new schoolbag. The ones with stickers are popular nowadays.
No... Ye Xiaomei suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Li Cuihua in shock, and suddenly felt like she had been hit on the head.
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