Wen Yun is not a weak person, otherwise she would not be dating Chang Shi. The two were forced to separate and live in the same compound, but they couldn't even say a word to each other. She was also annoyed.
It's even more annoying to be called here to see that loser Qian Youfu.
Who knew Qian Youfu dared to look down on her!
Haha, although she is not particularly beautiful, she is not bad either.
Compared to Chang Shi who was able to pass the exam to get into the supply and marketing cooperative on his own, how can Qian Youfu, who has to wait for his father to take over his job and live off his parents, compare?
Just because she has a grudge against the Chang family, she is forced to find a man like this. Does the whole family still treat her as a daughter?
"What's that look in your eyes? What? Do you still dislike me?"
Qian Youfu was embarrassed to hear his thoughts spoken out so openly. He said, "You already knew that, and you're still asking me?"
"Haha, you are already nineteen years old, and all you do every day is stroll around the streets. It's good enough that I don't dislike you." Wen Yun showed no mercy.
"Who did you say was a street urchin? Say it again!" Qian Youfu roared.
Seeing that the two protagonists who were seeing each other were about to quarrel before they even entered the door, could she still keep her identity as the golden medal matchmaker?
"You're lucky! This is the first time a lesbian comes to your house. Please be nice to her."
"Wen Yun, I took this job because of your father."
These two sentences threatened Qian Youfu and Wen Yun respectively.
The two of them concealed their unhappiness.
Wen Yun followed the matchmaker into the main hall of the Qian family's house. The Qian family naturally heard what was said at the door.
As the biological mother, Zhou Ying was not angry at all. Instead, she felt that Wen Yun was like her. Although Qian Youfu was her eldest son, his temperament was exactly the same as his father's, even worse than Qian Zhuangshi. She disliked Qian Zhuangshi to death, so naturally she looked down on her husband's eldest son who was not as good as him. She must be very lucky to be able to marry someone like Wen Yun.
Qian Zhuangshi sat aside with no expression on his face, only thinking about when to eat. Qian Youmei and Qian Youcai had the same idea as him.
Old Lady Qian, the only one who thought her grandson was the best in the world, looked at Wen Yun with a sizzling look of anger.
Xiong Cuihua and Song Jiayu, who were watching the show outside, were still drying their quilts, holding two pillows in their hands, and openly appeared in the courtyard where they could see the main hall of the old Qian family to dry the pillows.
Song Jiayu: "Aunt Cuihua, do you think it can work?"
Xiong Cuihua: "I don't think it will work."
Song Jiayu: "Ah?"
Xiong Cuihua: "Wen Yun is obviously a proud person. She looks down on Qian Youfu. Besides, how can parents prevail over their children? Wen Yun doesn't look like she will give up on the Chang family boy halfway. As long as the Chang family boy also insists, good things will happen to these two families soon."
The two pretentious men were talking in low voices, their eyes occasionally sweeping across the main hall of Old Qian's house.
Compared with the two of them, Mother Gu was standing directly under the eaves holding a one-year-old baby, and she could just see Old Lady Wang holding a broom, slowly approaching Old Qian's house from under the eaves of the Wang family.
Ahem...it's so lively!
"Come, have some sweet water. I am a blessed grandma." Old Mrs. Qian felt sorry for the rock sugar used to soak the water today, but since everyone in the family could drink it, she didn't look like she was saying, "You owe me for eating my food."
"What do you do at home?" This is what Mrs. Qian was thinking in her heart.
Wen Yun, who had come to cause trouble today, smiled and said proudly, "As for me, I'm the youngest in the family. I have my mother and two sisters-in-law above me. I don't do anything at home. I just eat and drink every day, and at most I go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if there are any new clothes."
Old Mrs. Qian's face darkened: Oh! This is another Song Jiayu!
Not giving up, she asked again: "How can being a girl at home be compared to being a grown-up daughter-in-law? If you marry into my family, you can't just take care of my grandson and take care of everything at home—"
Wen Yun interrupted the old lady and said, "Okay, why don't you leave Uncle Qian's job to me? That way, I can manage both my family and the factory, and your grandson will definitely enjoy an extraordinary life."
"You want to work for my family before you even marry into our family? Why don't you want to go to heaven?" Old Mrs. Qian got angry.
"Old lady, you were the one who told me what I wanted to do after I married into your family. I was just putting forward an idea." Wen Yun was not afraid at all.
Qian Youfu was a little tempted when he heard this. He didn't like working himself to exhaustion every day. It would be nice to be supported by his wife after getting married.
Zhou Ying felt that it would be easier to train her future daughter-in-law to become a first-level riveter than her son. It was not impossible to do so, but first of all, the daughter-in-law had to be on her side.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Youfu, do you want to take Wenyun for a walk around here?"
"Oh, I know, Mom."
Qian Youfu, who was more obedient to his mother, stood up and raised his head towards Wen Yun: "Get out."
Wen Yun didn't say anything and followed him out.
In the small courtyard, seeing people coming out, Mother Gu hugged her grandson and coaxed him, Old Lady Wang asked why the floor was so dirty, Xiong Cuihua patted the pillow, and Song Jiayu... she was swatting flies.
Everyone thought the two would go out for a long time, but they came back in less than five minutes, still arguing.
"Wenyun, what's going on between you and Chang Shi?! You two haven't broken up yet!"
"Haha, I said there's nothing between us, do you believe me?"
"I don't believe it. I don't want an unfaithful woman like you!"
“Snap—”
A slap landed on Qian Youfu's face.
When Wen Yun went out and saw Chang Shi following behind him with a sad look on his face, he felt extremely distressed. The frustration he had been feeling these days was provoked by his anger, and all kinds of emotions became fuel. His temper erupted like a volcano and he could no longer hold it in.
"You're ugly, and you have a dirty heart. I'm still a virgin. If you say something so foul next time, I'll beat you up!"
"You dare to hit me! I'll fight you!"
"Who's afraid of who?"
The stubborn Wen Yun just gave a headbutt to see who had a harder head.
Qian Youfu covered his head and squatted on the ground in pain.
The Qian family came out, and Mrs. Qian saw that her eldest grandson was injured. "Go away! Get out! My Qian family doesn't want a granddaughter-in-law like you. You are so lucky, my dear grandson. Are you okay? Does your head still hurt?"
Wen Yun sneered: "Just go, go, only a ghost would be interested in Qian Youfu!"
Her attitude towards the matchmaker changed 180 degrees. "Auntie, thank you for bringing me here today. We messed up the matchmaking because Qian Youfu and I didn't like her. It's not your fault. I'm leaving now."
The matchmaker had a grimace on her face. Old Mrs. Qian was wailing and complaining. Qian Zhuangshi just watched and didn't intend to intervene. Qian Youmei was concerned about how to buy perfume. Qian Youcai touched his stomach and wanted to eat. Qian Youfu covered his forehead and had a headache. Only Zhou Ying could make the decision. She pulled the matchmaker and said, "Thank you for your hard work today. The delicious food has been prepared. I also need you to find a wife for Youfu. Come on, let's go in and eat."
"Click"
Two sounds of peeling melon seeds.
When the Qian family looked over, they saw a pile of melon seed shells under the feet of Jiang Baizhou's wife and Xiong Cuihua. They were smiling and didn't consider themselves outsiders at all.
The Qian family: “.”
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