"Yaoyao, it's all a misunderstanding."
"So, you really did investigate me!" Xie Yuyao's incredulous expression gradually turned into one of sudden realization.
No wonder his reaction after reading the letter was so strange. Knowing about her father-daughter relationship, the perceptive man had already discovered the scheme behind it!
Zhao Honghui was genuinely nervous this time: "I'm sorry, Yao Yao, I misunderstood."
"Oh? What kind of person do you take me for?"
Faced with Xie Yuyao's feigned ignorance, Zhao Honghui bowed and begged for mercy: "Yaoyao, please let me go this time."
Xie Yuyao raised her chin arrogantly: "You haven't confessed yet, I won't let you go!"
"Besides that, what other way can satisfy you?" A deep, magnetic male voice rang out, followed by a body moving even closer.
Xie Yuyao pursed her lips to suppress her laughter, bracing herself on the table with one hand and blocking with the other. She kept leaning back and bending over, and when she was about to lie down on the table with nowhere to avoid it, she tried to escape through the man's arms, but her way was blocked by a strong arm.
A series of bell-like laughs filled the room, gradually turning into moaning sounds...
*
As night fell, after leaving the educated youth compound, Zhao Honghui changed his demeanor from that of Xie Yuyao and walked home with a cold expression.
Upon seeing this, Boss Zhao asked with concern, "Why do you look so pale? What happened?"
"Dad, I'm fine." Zhao Honghui paused slightly and responded to his father.
He went back to his room and closed the door behind him, blocking his family's inquisitive gaze.
He pulled out a drawer, picked up the medicinal wine, looked at it, and was about to open the bottle and drink it all when there was a knock on the door.
The knocking was accompanied by his mother's voice: "Honghui, open the door."
Zhao Honghui hid the medicinal wine and opened the door to let his mother in.
"Honghui, what happened to you?" Yang Chunhua looked at her eldest son's icy face with great concern.
Since he started dating Yao Yao, he has almost never shown this expression. Could it be that there are problems in their relationship?
Zhao Honghui's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him. "Mom, Yao Yao received a letter from home. Her family has found her a chance to return to the city."
"What! What are you going to do then?" Yang Chunhua was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around in circles.
Seeing his mother's anxious look, Zhao Honghui felt guilty: "Mom, don't worry, Yaoyao is still considering it and won't make a decision so soon."
But Yang Chunhua was genuinely frightened.
Men marry down, women marry up.
What if Yao Yao goes back to the city and, with her qualifications, can find someone from a better family? What will Hong Hui do then?
The only way to eliminate this variable is for the two of them to get married. Yang Chunhua urged, "Son, since you've decided on Yaoyao, get married as soon as possible. I won't interfere in your lives anymore."
What do you mean?
"Mom will grant your wish. If you want to separate from the family and live separately, then separate from the family and live separately. Mom will live with your brother and the others." During their last conversation, Yang Chunhua had already compromised in her heart, but she deliberately left her eldest son out of the room for a few more days.
She believed that the best arrangement was for her eldest son to move out separately while the rest of the family lived together.
But Zhao Honghui knew very well that if given a choice, no daughter-in-law would want to have a mother-in-law weighing on her head.
As soon as he separates his family, his younger brothers' wives will definitely want to separate as well.
He told his mother this, which made Yang Chunhua laugh out loud. "Don't worry, they're not stupid. If one or two of them don't work, and the family really splits up, your brother's work points alone will have to support three or four people. They'll be in a much worse situation than they are now."
Since his mother was so confident, Zhao Honghui didn't say anything more, although he felt that anything could change.
Yang Chunhua's mindset changed, and her views naturally changed as well: "If you can really buy a house in the commune, then don't build one in Qingshantun. There will be no shortage of rooms for you at home, and you can live wherever you want."
"Okay, then I'll inquire more about the news from the commune and try to settle on a house as soon as possible." With the problem that had been bothering him for many days finally resolved, Zhao Honghui felt much more at ease.
He was sincerely grateful for his mother's concession: "Mom, thank you!"
"Who told you to be my son? Children are all debts from past lives!" Yang Chunhua shook her head and sighed.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Honghui was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
*
The next day, Zhao Honghui woke up early as usual. As soon as he estimated that Yao Yao was getting up, he braved the howling wind and walked through the snow to the educated youth compound.
At that moment, Xie Yuyao was getting up and washing up. Yang Shumei, who had gotten up earlier than her, was already sitting by the stove tending the fire. When she saw Xie Yuyao come out yawning, she smiled and said, "Yaoyao, how about having lean pork and liver porridge this morning?"
"Great! It's so cold, porridge will warm you up."
After she finished washing up, the porridge was ready. Just as she was about to set the table for dinner, there was a knock on the door.
Yao Yao opened the door and saw Zhao Honghui. "Why are you here so early? Come in quickly!"
Zhao Honghui opened his arms and hugged her tightly, saying, "Yaoyao, my mom has finally agreed. We'll separate and live separately as soon as we get married."
"Really!" Xie Yuyao was very happy; he was finally no longer caught in the middle, torn between the two sides.
She grabbed Zhao Honghui's arm and pulled him inside, saying, "Tell me quickly, why did she suddenly agree?"
"It's all thanks to your letter." Zhao Honghui told her what happened last night.
Xie Yuyao never expected that the letter would have such an effect; life is truly unpredictable.
Zhao Honghui added, "Now all that's left is for the commune to buy houses."
"Buy a house?" Yang Shumei, who was serving porridge in the main room, turned to the two of them and asked, "If you buy a house in the commune and settle down, it will be a bit troublesome for Yaoyao to come and go every day!"
Xie Yuyao had already made up her mind: "It's alright. If the weather is bad, I'll stay overnight in Qingshan Village."
Yang Shumei suggested, "How about this, the current main room is yours, and I'll build another main room next to my house, and then add a wall in the middle to make two separate courtyards."
She never imagined that Yao Yao would move into Zhao Honghui's current home, even if it was just for a few nights. She knew it wouldn't be as comfortable as it was here.
Xie Yuyao thought it was a good idea, but she emphasized, "Even if we really have to split up, it will be troublesome for you to cook alone. Let's eat together."
"I won't disturb your time together. Besides, if you live in the commune, I'll still have to cook."
Xie Yuyao thought for a moment and then said, "In that case, I'll give you this main room now, and I'll build another one on my side."
“Let’s go with my side, my space is bigger,” Yang Shumei insisted.
"Then I'll pay you the money back."
"No problem."
The two exchanged a smile and, leaving Zhao Honghui behind, discussed and finalized their post-marital residence in Qingshantun.
Zhao Honghui: ...Never mind, it's more comfortable for Yao Yao to live here than in her own big family.
If I stay in the educated youth compound, my mother will likely have objections again.
But it's okay, he will persuade his mother to propose marriage as soon as possible.
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