As a time traveler, she hadn't even considered dating in this era.
However, the man in front of her, in terms of both appearance and physique, perfectly matched her aesthetic preferences.
Even the voice was the one she liked.
Sometimes, she even felt that this was a partner that God had tailored for her.
However, all of this happened so suddenly!
"Comrade Jingyun, I'm sorry, as you know, I just broke up with Shen Qingming not long ago. If I were to be with you now, there would probably be some gossip in the brigade..."
Before Ruan Miaomiao could finish her polite refusal, the man in front of her suddenly spoke up: "Ruan, I'm not afraid of being a mistress."
As he said this, the man stared intently at Ruan Miaomiao, his eyes seeming as if he wanted to devour her whole!
This guy really left Ruan Miaomiao speechless.
Since you can't understand a polite refusal, just refuse directly!
"Comrade Jingyun, I'm sorry, I haven't thought about dating yet!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingyun's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of concern.
After all, he didn't think it would be so easy to win over Ruan Zhiqing.
He said solemnly and sincerely, "It's okay, Ruan Zhiqing, take your time to think about it. I'll pursue my own path."
Anyway, you don't have a boyfriend right now!
Even if I have a partner, it's okay; I'll steal them away.
Zhou Jingyun silently added this sentence in his mind.
Frank, direct, and intense!
It even carries a primal sense of courtship!
This is how Ruan Miaomiao felt about Zhou Jingyun's pursuit.
This feeling made her want to succumb to it.
But reason brought her back to her senses.
She handed the money and tickets back to Zhou Jingyun:
"Comrade Jingyun, you should keep all of these for yourself. I'm not your girlfriend yet..."
“Ruan Zhiqing, these are all for you. Take them and spend them. You don’t need to go to work or collect firewood by yourself anymore. If you need anything, just call me. When I’m not home, if you’re short of anything, just exchange it with the people in the village with money.”
Your hands are for reading, making newspapers, and drinking tea, not for farming, working the land, or doing housework.
Looking at the money in Ruan Miaomiao's hand, Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but mutter to himself: I never expected to talk so much with Ruan Zhiqing tonight.
If I had known, I would have brought more money and given it all to Ruan Zhiqing.
Ruan Miaomiao admitted that her heart stirred slightly the moment she heard those words:
This man's pursuits are quite pragmatic.
He really does give money when he has it.
Unlike some men who just tell you to drink more hot water.
The little money Zhou Jingyun gave her was at least seventy or eighty yuan, enough to marry a wife.
Perhaps because she had a better impression of men, Ruan Miaomiao's tone of voice softened.
"Comrade Jingyun, let's talk about money later. I'm not your girlfriend yet, so please don't force me, okay?"
Hearing the woman speak to him in a pleading tone, Zhou Jingyun's heart trembled; there was no reason for him to refuse.
After getting the money back, he told Ruan Miaomiao not to give Zhao Cuihong any more money, as those things were gifts for her.
After Zhou Jingyun left, Ruan Miaomiao looked at the spot on the courtyard wall where the man had sat, and began to ponder the possibility of finding a man to settle down with in this world...
On the other side, Zhou Jingyun left the Ruan family's courtyard and walked unsteadily toward his own home.
Once he was in bed, curled up under the covers, he made a low popping sound:
Aaaaaaaaahh ...
He, he kissed Ruan Zhiqing!
I kissed Ruan Zhiqing's sweet and soft little lips!
Ruan Zhiqing even touched his abs, which, in a sense, meant they had physical intimacy.
The next step is the wedding night!
The more Zhou Jingyun thought about it, the clearer Ruan Miaomiao's image became in his mind.
Thinking of the fragrant, delicate, and soft-spoken Ruan Zhiqing, he wished he could send all the best things in the world to her.
While fantasizing about Ruan Zhiqing, he also racked his brains for ways to make money...
"Hey, Yunwa, what's wrong with you? Your dark circles are so bad!"
As the sun rose, the cool morning breeze awakened the village.
Zhao Cuihong sat in the courtyard sewing shoes, preparing to thicken the soles of her youngest son's shoes.
To his surprise, when he looked up, he saw his youngest son walking out of the house with dark circles under his eyes.
Judging from his appearance, he hadn't slept all night.
But the youngest son came out of the house, so how come he didn't sleep all night?
Thinking of her youngest son's livelihood, Zhao Cuihong leaned closer with heartache and gave him some instructions:
“Yunwa, your mom and dad are still able to work and help you build up your savings. Your aunts and sisters won’t abandon you. That thing is too dangerous. Listen to your mom, don’t do it…”
Upon hearing his mother's words, Zhou Jingyun recalled what Ruan Zhiqing had said the previous night.
He immediately instructed Zhao Cuihong to return home:
"Mom, I didn't give Ruan Zhiqing things for her money. From now on, please don't accept money from her anymore."
Zhou Jingyun was worried that Ruan Zhiqing would be too polite to him and would send the money to his mother, so he gave her some instructions beforehand.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Cuihong glanced at her youngest son indifferently, rubbed the needle against her hair a couple of times, and continued sewing the shoe soles, her tone full of teasing:
"Hmph, if you're not after her money, do you think you're after her as a person?"
The tone was as if to say: "Son, stop pretending, I know you just want her money."
"Yes, Mom, I am the one who pursued Tu Ruan, the educated youth!"
"What?"
Zhou Jingyun's words startled Zhao Cuihong. Ignoring the prick she'd gotten on her index finger from the sewing needle, she tossed the sewing basket aside, quickly reached out to touch Zhou Jingyun's forehead, and muttered under her breath:
"You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"
"Yunwazi, did you get up early?"
"Why don't you go back to sleep?"
"Did I get up too early?"
...
Seeing his mother's incoherent ramblings, Zhou Jingyun helplessly pulled her down to sit:
"Mom, I'm serious. I'm pursuing Ruan Zhiqing, but I haven't won her over yet!"
"..."
Seeing her youngest son's serious expression, Zhao Cuihong remained silent for a few seconds.
After a long pause, he finally asked, "Does Ruan Zhiqing know about this?"
"She only found out last night!"
Hearing her youngest son's words, Zhao Cuihong was speechless.
After a moment of silence, worry returned, and she pulled her son aside and whispered:
“Yunwa, Ruan Zhiqing is a good person. Moreover, I have observed that Ruan Zhiqing’s family must have a background. Ordinary people are definitely not good enough for Ruan Zhiqing.”
"Mom doesn't dislike you, it's just that you know where you injured yourself before. If Ruan Zhiqing knew, would she still be willing to be with you?"
As Zhao Cuihong spoke, her eyes reddened: It wasn't that she didn't want her son to be well.
Honestly, she felt that Ruan Zhiqing had a powerful background and was worried that the Ruan family would find out that their youngest son couldn't have children after the marriage. That would not be a marriage but an enmity, and her youngest son might even be retaliated against by the Ruan family!
"boom……"
Hearing his mother's words, those things he had deliberately forgotten resurfaced in his mind, and Zhou Jingyun instantly felt like his world had collapsed...
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