Wen Qiao ignored what her fellow villagers were saying.
The person she was talking to was Wang Xiaomei, a cousin of Wang Dayong.
Wang Xiaomei was about the same age as Wen Qiao. After Wen Qiao married into the Wang family with her mother, Wang Xiaomei often came to visit her at home.
But she was very jealous. She saw that Wen Qiao, who was just like her, was running around every day and was still fair-skinned.
Wang Xiaomei, on the other hand, was tanned dark.
Wang Xiaomei complained to Wang Dayong that Wen Qiao had secretly hidden in the shade to sleep while she went out to cut grass.
Even if Wen Qiao hadn't done such a thing, no matter how hard she tried to explain, Wang Dayong wouldn't believe her.
When he got home, he didn't even look at Wen Qiao's full basket of pig feed, and immediately slapped her.
They scolded Wen Qiao for being a freeloader who wouldn't do any work.
At that time, Wen Qiao felt that as long as she did more work at home, she could make a living.
Her stepfather allowed her to continue her studies because she was hardworking and capable.
In order to continue her studies, she studied very hard at school and always ranked first in every exam.
She happily took the test paper home, only to be complained about by Wang Xiaomei, who had returned earlier, who said that Wen Qiao had copied someone else's test paper.
Wen Qiao explained that she got first place in the class, and the second-place student scored several points less than her, so who did she copy from?
Wang Dayong simply didn't believe it.
Every time Wen Qiao was beaten, Wang Xiaomei would stand by and watch the spectacle.
His eyes were fierce, as if he wished Wen Qiao would be beaten to death.
Wen Qiao turned to look at Wang Xiaomei, her words cold and sharp.
"Can't you see for yourself if you don't have eyes?"
"If you're so capable, why don't you ask your parents to find you a childhood sweetheart from the city?"
Wang Xiaomei's words were full of envy and jealousy towards Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao didn't understand before, but now she can understand it completely.
Wen Qiao knew what made her jealous, so she said it directly.
Wang Xiaomei's already dark face became even darker.
Wen Qiao didn't chat with Wang Xiaomei much.
They then quickly walked forward.
She was worried that Shen Haiyang had come back on purpose to smear her.
Based on the timeline of my past life, it's roughly now.
As Wen Qiao walked through the crowd, she saw Shen Jichuan standing in the middle of the road.
She was immediately drawn to Shen Jichuan.
It has to be said that this man who lives in the city year-round is nowhere near as good as the rough and tough guy from the countryside.
The local environment shapes the people.
Seeing Wen Qiao walking quickly, Lü Yazhi quickly chased after her.
"Xiao Qiao, I heard someone say they came looking for you? Is it Haiyang who came from the city?"
Who would drive a car from the city to this small village to find them?
The only person Lü Yazhi could think of was Shen Haiyang, the man she had betrothed to her daughter Xiao Qiao since childhood.
Before Wen Qiao could answer, she suddenly heard Shen Jichuan shout at her.
“Wen Qiao…”
"gentlemen."
Wen Qiao and Shen Jichuan greeted each other and spoke very familiarly.
Some of the villagers who were familiar with Lü Yazhi came up to her and asked her questions warmly.
"Auntie, is this your Xiaoqiao's boyfriend? He's really handsome, looks like he's from a big city, and is really good-looking."
"By the way, come here quickly and introduce him to everyone. This is our son-in-law, isn't he?"
Lü Yazhi's gaze fell on the man who was talking to Xiao Qiao.
He is not Shen Haiyang.
Haiyang is a few years younger than Xiaoqiao, but not a teenager.
Besides, she had seen Haiyang when he was young, and they were not the same person at all.
Ignoring everyone else, Shen Jichuan spoke to Wen Qiao in front of him.
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