Chapter 370 Little Rich Woman
Kavya cried but finally accepted the outcome.
What could she do? She was just a poor pregnant woman.
It is true that she studied abroad, but she lived in India.
When the child is born, how will people around them view him or her? Will the child be bullied at school?
Without the support of marriage, it is difficult for single women to survive in society.
After all, India is still a feudal and conservative country, and women have always been in a weak position, almost equivalent to vassals of men.
The most important thing is that Kaavia believes in Ron's feelings for her, and this cannot be faked.
Otherwise, she would rather go abroad than stay in India.
She and Ron had known each other for five or six years and had lived together for a long time.
They are husband and wife, but it doesn’t really make any difference.
Ron respected her, loved her, and was considerate of her. He never abused her innocently like other Indian men did.
In the Indian society where male power is absolutely dominant, she is not unaware of this kind of tenderness.
His only shortcoming is that he likes to flirt with other women too much.
Kavya was not blind, she probably knew about Ron's unclear relationship with those women in Mumbai.
But Kavya didn't consider them as a threat because those women were either actresses or minor roles like secretaries and maids.
In terms of family background, knowledge, and social status, she has a lot more advantages than him.
She thought that when the time came, or when she became pregnant like today, Ron would return to the family.
As long as those women were not brought home, Kavya didn't really care.
Indian men are like this. It would be strange if they didn’t have some affairs outside.
The same was true of Kavya's father, and she was influenced by him since she was a child.
However, the sudden appearance of the Chief Justice's daughter caught her off guard.
The other party's conditions are no worse than hers, no, they should be much better than Kavia's.
Not to mention their family background and status, even my aunt had to rely on their connections to escape from prison.
I heard that Isa is only 22 years old, four or five years younger than her, and very young.
Kavya even knew that she must be beautiful too.
She knew Ron too well. He wouldn't even look at a woman who wasn't pretty.
Maybe she's a white girl, which is Ron's favorite.
Look at the women around him who can maintain long-term and in-depth communication with him, which one of them is dark-skinned?
No! He prefers fair-skinned women.
How could a girl like this who had advantages in every way not be nervous when she was going to hold her wedding with Ron in New Delhi?
But she always kept a glimmer of hope in her heart. This was all acting, and the purpose was just to help her aunt get through this crisis.
Not to mention that Ron wanted to get married with her in Chennai right away and get a marriage certificate.
Look, the first person to walk into the marriage hall with Ron was her, Kaavia!
The woman Ron loves most in his heart is still himself.
This gave Kavya great psychological comfort, especially with her aunt beside her, trying to comfort her earnestly.
Although Kavya was angry, she no longer found it difficult to accept in her heart.
Especially Ron, who was very humble, wanted to treat Kavia like a queen these past few days.
He was so diligent in serving tea and water.
What Indian man would do this? Even Kavya couldn't ignore him any longer.
He is a super-rich man with a net worth of hundreds of billions. A man of his status and position probably would not have the patience to coax a woman.
After finally calming Kavya down, Ron immediately called his hometown in Uttar Pradesh and asked them to send someone to attend the wedding.
When the second uncle Adiya received the call, he was completely stunned.
What's going on? Wasn't the wedding supposed to be held in New Delhi in a month and a half? Why was it moved to Chennai, the southernmost tip of the Indian subcontinent?
When Aditya heard that the bride was another woman, a local Brahmin, he was completely stunned.
He jumped up and down on the phone, asking Ron if he was going to break off the engagement and if he was going to push the Sul family into the fire pit?
They have all gathered in New Delhi, and even sent out invitations to Zongtong and Zongli.
If something unexpected happens at this time, it will be really funny.
Not only will the Sur family be embarrassed throughout India, but they will also offend a large number of New Delhi politicians.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like falling into a fire pit.
Fortunately, Ron's simple words put Aditya at ease.
The wedding in Delhi was as usual and the bride in Chennai was also real.
Both, he wants them all!
"How did you do it, boy? You're not going to frame me, are you?" Aditya was extremely curious.
"Uncle, do you know the Manu Code?"
“Of course, when I was in school, we had this course.”
"That's your fault, Uncle."
"What?"
"A Brahmin can marry four wives, and you didn't tell me? How selfish!"
"You little bastard, have you ever seen anyone in our Suer family marry four wives?"
"That's it. Anyway, Chennai's schedule is very tight, and you must arrive within three days."
"I know," Aditya said unhappily, "you've done something sinful. I don't know if your parents ever thought of this day."
"If you have a chance in the future, please tell me."
"roll!"
Ron hung up the phone nonchalantly, okay, it's done.
How can a wedding be held without the presence of parents?
It's just that the venue is too tight, as he has a wedding next month.
"Ron~" Kaavia called him at the door, holding her waist.
"Here I come. Ouch, take it easy."
Ron took the bag from her hand, handed it to the servant beside him, and helped her into the car himself.
Today they were going back to the countryside, Kavya's hometown, in the northern suburbs of Chennai.
This was also Ron's first visit, so it was quite formal.
Their wedding will also be held in Kavya's hometown, not in the bustling and noisy Chennai.
There was no way around it. Jayalalithaa had just been released from jail and many people were watching her.
This kind of thing can only be kept low-key and is not suitable for publicity.
The wedding in 1995 that set a Guinness World Record is still vivid in my mind.
They dare not do it again, as everyone has psychological trauma.
This is perfect, Ron doesn't have to worry about New Delhi hearing any news.
To be honest, he hasn't told Isa and the others about having two wives, one in the south and one in the north.
There’s no point in talking about it now. Let’s get married first.
Otherwise, given Velma's personality, he might even take Ron to court himself.
Hiss, it gives me a headache just thinking about what’s going to happen next.
He made up his mind not to reveal his true feelings until his two children were born.
Anyway, there are almost no opportunities for Isha and Kavya to appear in the same frame, so there won’t be any problems in the short term.
The road from Chennai to the north is actually quite well built, with green trees on both sides of the road, almost completely blocking out the hot sun.
Perhaps to prevent cars from accidentally hitting them at night, the trunks of the big trees are painted white for easy identification.
Not long after leaving Chennai, a lush green landscape appeared before our eyes.
This is almost unseen in North India, where the roads are lined with endless paddy fields.
Under the scorching sun, the shiny and dazzling rice leaves undulate like waves.
The weather in Tamil is indeed very hot, and Ron, a northerner, is not used to it.
In the car, he frequently picked up the bottle of purified water and poured it into his mouth.
Kavya laughs at him for being spoiled, the way he drinks, he can finish the entire Tamil family’s supply by himself and even leave nothing for tomorrow.
The monsoon season in August is still five months away, and there's been no rain at all during this time. This year, water shortages are particularly severe, with some parts of Chennai now only getting water every other day.
After a shady period, there were no longer any big trees on both sides of the road, only bare rice fields.
Occasionally there is a bus stop sign on the side of the road, with no awning, just a lonely pole standing there.
However, the children waiting for the bus to go to school and the farmers wearing headscarves were all standing or sitting leisurely near the bus stop, and did not feel the heat at all.
Ron looked at it for a while and probably discovered a pattern.
South India is also a rice-based culture, while North India uses flatbreads made from kneaded wheat flour as its staple food.
This is very similar to the University of Tokyo, with rice in the south and noodles in the north, which made Ron feel a sense of familiarity.
Less than an hour's drive north from Chennai, Kavya suddenly pushed Ron's arm.
"What?" He woke up drowsily, recovering from his nap.
"Look." She pointed out the car window.
The rice fields disappeared, replaced by sparkling paddy fields.
"What is that?" Ron had never seen it before. It didn't look like a traditional crop.
"Yantian, my family's."
"Um?"
"We're almost there."
Perhaps because her home was in sight, Kaavia simply asked the driver to stop the car and decided to take Ron to visit her own property.
That's right, Kavya's family was a big salt merchant, the traditional kind that owned their own salt fields.
Although she was pregnant, she was not slow at all and was very familiar with the place.
This large salt field is divided into grids by ridges, and there are sporadic workers walking on the ridges.
Salt fields are made by first putting seawater into the fields, letting the water evaporate under the sun, and then raking the crystallized salt together.
Very primitive, with no modern industrial style at all.
At first glance the pace seems slow, but in fact not only is the climate here dry, but the sun is also very hot.
The water in the salt fields evaporates quickly and crystallizes into coarse salt in just half a day.
Therefore, South India still uses this highly efficient salt-making method, and the most important thing is that it saves money.
"The most feared thing about drying salt fields is heavy rain. Once it rains, all the previous work will be wasted. Therefore, salt drying can only be done in the months before the rainy season, and not in the second half of the year."
"The weather is nice now, there's no need to worry about rain." Ron held her hand with one hand and wiped the sweat off his face with the other.
“Yes, there is a water shortage in Chennai, but it is a good thing for us.”
Kavya led him further inside. The vast expanse before them seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.
Soon a tall wooden rack in the open space attracted his attention.
"What is this for?"
"The water in the well seeps in from the sea nearby."
The function of the wooden rack is to draw water from the well. One person arranges the bucket underneath and then puts it into the well.
Another person stood on the wooden frame and used his weight to keep the lever balanced. After the bucket was put in, he stepped hard and the bucket filled with water was lifted up.
Just pour the pumped water directly into the waterway, and it will slowly flow into the salt fields.
After drying, barefoot workers use bamboo rakes to slowly gather the coarse salt together.
Further away is the first filtration process, after which the salt will be transported to the workshop for further processing.
"This is too slow. Why not use a machine to pump the water?"
"It's being done." Kavya pointed to the distance.
The hazy seashore seemed to have newly built water pumping facilities.
"It used to be done by manpower, but this is new this year. Other places haven't had time to do it yet."
"How big is your salt pan?"
Ron looked to be struggling from this distance.
"About two or three thousand acres, I'm not sure."
Ron took a deep breath, it turned out that the girl's family was so wealthy.
(End of this chapter)
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