Zhao Jingyu had no interest in traveling far away, but he didn't refuse either: "You go ahead with your business, I'll make plans after the New Year."
He just wants to stay with his wife and children now and doesn't want to go anywhere else.
Even if you gave him mountains of gold and silver, he wouldn't be tempted.
His wife can't live without him, and he can't live without his wife.
Wu Yong knew that Zhao Jingyu had just returned not long ago, and that his wife was about to give birth, so he couldn't leave for a while. He showed Zhao Jingyu the few fist-sized jade stones he had brought back: "Take a look and judge for me. I bought them at the night market."
"How much did it cost?" Zhao Jingyu asked, taking the money.
Wu Yong smiled and handed him the flashlight from his bag: "Take a look at the material first."
"Have you been scammed? These are all fake jade pieces. There's nothing visible on the surface." Zhao Jingyu took the flashlight and examined them repeatedly. "You should stick to your jade processing. Even a god can't judge the quality of a piece of jade. Don't touch raw stones."
"It wasn't expensive, just a few dozen yuan to practice." Seeing Zhao Jingyu's words, Wu Yong said sheepishly, "Didn't you have anything valuable?"
He believed Zhao Jingyu.
When Zhao Jingyu was in the Northwest, he went to Yunnan several times with his grandfather and stayed there for a while. He started looking at stones when he was a teenager.
While it's not accurate to say he's 100% right, he's usually pretty close.
“There really isn’t a single one.” Zhao Jingyu put down his flashlight, picked up a dark stone and placed it in front of him. “If we really want to gamble, this one might yield a small bean-type pendant, provided that the cracks on the outer skin don’t extend inwards.”
"Haha, looks like I still need to practice more." Wu Yong put the stones away. "These stones are something I brought back from far away, so don't throw them away. They're better than ordinary stones for weighing down a pickle jar."
"Using a pickling jar to press vegetables is a waste of its potential," Zhao Jingyu smiled. "What I say may not be accurate. You should take it back and cut it up to see, so I can look forward to it too."
“Okay.” Wu Yong put the stone away again. “Actually, I came here mainly to see you. I have to go back in a couple of days, so I won’t stay for the New Year.”
He originally wanted to stay at a guesthouse.
But looking at the house that Zhao Jingyu and Wang Yaqiang had prepared for him, he knew that they wanted him to stay for the New Year.
"It's up to you," Zhao Jingyu said, not trying to stop him.
“By the way, there’s something I think I should tell you,” Wu Yong said with a light cough. “Before I came here, I went to see Luo Yao and happened to see her taking a walk with a young man from your workplace. The young man said his name was Gao Yang, and Luo Yao said they were just ordinary friends.”
“I know Gao Yang; he’s my boss’s son.” Zhao Jingyu had always disliked Gao Yang. “I don’t like him. When you have time, tell Luo Yao that she and Gao Yang are not a good match.”
His respect for Gao Dejian does not mean he likes Gao Yang.
Gao Yang is a really bad person; he gives off a very sinister vibe.
"I asked Luo Yao, and she said it was Teacher Du, Gao Yang's mother, who often invited her out. That's how she and Gao Yang met." Wu Yong didn't know much about Gao Yang, but he felt that if Luo Yao could get married under Zhao Jingyu's nose, at least she would have someone to look after her.
If Luo Yao goes to Yuecheng with him.
He couldn't guarantee he could find her such a good job.
“No matter how good Teacher Du is, it’s no use. She’s going to spend her whole life with Gao Yang.” Zhao Jingyu firmly objected. “Just tell her to focus on her work and we can talk about marriage later.”
"I understand. I'll go find her later and talk to her." Wu Yong trusted Zhao Jingyu and his judgment.
Wu Yong immediately went to the school to find Luo Yao.
Tell her what Zhao Jingyu meant: "Jingyu and Gao Yang are colleagues, and he said you two are not a good match."
"Whether we're suitable or not isn't up to him to decide." Luo Yao laughed upon hearing this. "I think we're quite compatible. Will he marry me?"
Since Zhao Jingyu returned, she had only met him once, when she went to his house with Du Juan.
He had seen her at the school of the future, but never once, and she felt he had no right to interfere in her affairs.
“Yaoyao, don’t bring this up again. Jingyu is going to be a father. There’s no way he and you can ever be together.” Wu Yong advised her, “You’ve just started working. There’s no rush to get married. Let’s pick someone good.”
"You haven't even spent time with Gao Yang, how do you know he's not good?" Luo Yao retorted. "Whether he's good or bad, I know in my heart, I don't need you to tell me."
Every time Gao Yang came to visit her, he would chop firewood, move coal, and clean up for her.
His kindness to her wasn't just in words, but in actions.
“Yaoyao, marriage is not a game. Don’t act impulsively.” Wu Yong was a little angry. “You are a girl. If you are not careful, you will suffer. Jingyu is not an outsider. He will not harm you.”
"Would I harm myself?" Luo Yao remained unmoved. "Uncle, I'm not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing. You don't need to tell me what to do."
"Anyway, I forbid you from having any more contact with Gao Yang." Unable to argue with Luo Yao, Wu Yong resorted to threats. "I'm going to find him right now and tell him to stop bothering you."
"Do as you please, I'm going to class." Luo Yao picked up her books and left.
Wu Yong: "..."
He's only been gone a few months, how did Luo Yao become like this?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He rode his bicycle to the Ocean Shipping Company to find Gao Yang, but when he got to the company, he hesitated again.
He knew that the more he tried to stop them, the less likely they would break up, and it might even backfire.
The important thing is that he has to go to Yuecheng in a few days and can't keep an eye on them all the time.
After thinking it over, he still felt it would be better to let Zhao Jingyu persuade Luo Yao, since Luo Yao listened to him the most.
Zhao Jingyu didn't refuse, saying he would have a good talk with Luo Yao when he had time.
That evening, Yang Yuexiang and Wu Huihui came again. As soon as they entered, Yang Yuexiang started scolding Zhao Jingwen: "We asked him to be a matchmaker, but we haven't heard anything after all this time. Do you expect us to take the initiative?"
Zhao Futang glanced at Yang Yuelan, who smiled and said, "Zhibin thinks the age difference is too big, saying Huihui is still too young."
You can't exactly say that people look down on her as their mother-in-law.
That's the only excuse I can come up with.
“We haven’t even complained about Yang Zhibin’s age, and they’re complaining about our age?” Yang Yuexiang was furious when she heard this. “Their son is almost thirty and can’t find a partner, yet he’s still being picky. It’s laughable.”
Wu Huihui felt embarrassed and got up to go to the yard.
Regardless of age, Yang Zhibin clearly wasn't interested in her, and she wasn't interested in him at all!
Zhao Futang was displeased and said directly to Yang Yuexiang, "You should change your temper. To tell you the truth, my sister is not afraid to marry you because of Huihui's age, but because of your temper."
"What did I do to offend her? Why does she look down on me?" Yang Yuexiang was even more furious. "I'm going to find her and settle this with her. Why should I be dragged into this marriage? Why should I put up with her bullying me?"
With that, Yang Yuexiang left the house cursing and rolled up her sleeves to confront Zhao Lianxiang.
Yang Yuelan complained to Zhao Futang: "You shouldn't have said that. If they start arguing, it'll be us who relayed the message."
"Let them fight it out." Zhao Futang was annoyed. "Let them fight if they want, and see who can beat whom."
Xu Qingning had a headache from their noise and didn't get a good nap.
I went to bed early that night and fell asleep without any dreams.
Just before dawn, her stomach suddenly started to hurt, and it was more intense than the last time. She nudged Zhao Jingyu and said, "Get up, my stomach hurts. This time it's probably real."
Zhao Jingyu immediately got up, put on his clothes, and ran outside: "Hold on, I'm going to the office to get my car."
Second update.
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