"Grandma, why are you here? Didn't you say Dad's husband was coming? Are you going to arrange the dishes?"
Zhao Qingyi asked suspiciously.
At this moment, she was reading a book, but it wasn't anything else; it was the toxic chicken soup for the future that Zhao Qingyan had given her.
Huang didn't beat around the bush and directly recounted how Wang Huaijing had come to propose marriage again.
Zhao Qingyi frowned upon hearing this.
"Grandma, do you think Wang Huaijing is up to something? When we met before, I didn't sense that he was satisfied with me."
How come he passed the imperial examination and is now proposing marriage?
Is this a sign that they resent my previous disagreement and want to see if I'm being biased by changing their status?
If I were the vain type, and he agreed to the engagement, only for him to back out before the wedding, I would be incredibly embarrassed.
Or perhaps after marrying me, he'll find ways to torment me, and then marry one concubine after another to drive me crazy.
No matter how you look at it, this person's thought process seems off.
Given his current status and appearance, what kind of good girl couldn't he find?
If he were to be favored by a high-ranking official and become Jackie Chan's son-in-law, he would at least save himself thirty years of hard work.
"With my average looks, neither docile nor well-read, what did he see in me?"
Zhao Qingyi regained consciousness, but Huang's face darkened.
He raised his hand as if to slap Zhao Qingyi, but then, considering his own strength, he realized that his granddaughter might vomit blood if he slapped her, so he lowered his hand.
"Can't you just shut your mouth a little?"
How could you think so badly of someone? You must have been influenced by your third sister.
That's why they say you shouldn't talk about people behind their backs; Zhao Qingyan overheard every word Huang Shi said. She came in from outside, fanning herself.
"Grandma, you don't love me anymore. I'm no longer your little darling; I'm the eldest sister's third sister now."
"Give me back the life I took to harm my eldest sister, Grandma! How could you say that to me? I'm heartbroken!"
Mrs. Huang was a little embarrassed, but now was not the time to joke around with her granddaughter.
She then recounted how Wang Huaijing had come to propose marriage again, and had Zhao Qingyi repeat her thoughts.
Zhao Qingyan rubbed her nose. What had her older sister read this time? How did she learn conspiracy theories?
"It's hard to say. Maybe Wang Huaijing hasn't seen many girls."
Especially those who have been rejected will naturally leave a deep impression, and they will think about it and dwell on it every day, which may eventually lead them to get trapped.
"Sister, what do you mean? He's a scholar now, a rare find in the whole area. Aren't you tempted?"
Zhao Qingyi rolled her eyes at Zhao Qingyan.
"Stop talking nonsense. How should I put it? I don't seem to remember what Wang Huaijing looks like anymore."
Who she marries has nothing to do with his social status; she rejected him before not because of his background.
If I cared about that, he would have been a scholar back then, while our family was still just commoners.
Now, even though there's a scholar in the family, he's already a successful candidate in the provincial examinations.
Previously, it was entirely because I couldn't see light in his eyes; I felt like one of thousands of objects being chosen by a buyer.
That feeling was awful.
Since I'm not valued, why should I suffer injustice?
If I don't feel anything, I don't feel anything. Why should I marry him?
Just because I've reached a certain age? It's not like our family can't afford the single tax.
Zhao Qingyan shrugged.
"Now that they've come to propose a second time, you need to give them a straight answer: do you agree or disagree?"
Zhao Qingyi lowered her head and pondered for a while before saying,
“Grandma, you can go and talk to Wang Huaijing and ask him to sit in the pavilion in the backyard. I’ll go over and talk to him.”
Let's see what he really means.
Was it his irresistible urge to conquer that fueled his resentment at my rejection, or had he, after careful consideration, decided that I was the better fit for him?
Actually, neither of these outcomes is a good thing. He definitely won't be happy if he marries her, since he'll likely meet someone more suitable in the future.
Mrs. Huang closed her eyes, feeling helpless. It seemed her granddaughter would never get married. In her opinion, no one was a good match.
But the message still had to be conveyed. When Wang Huaijing learned that Zhao Qingyi wanted to see him, his heart pounded, his face turned red, and he was so excited that he almost had to use crutches.
Upon reaching the pavilion, a maidservant brought her a cup of tea. Zhao Qingyi emerged, dressed in shorts.
Normally, this kind of attire is not very polite, but Zhao Qingyi wanted to show her unconventional side.
"Scholar Wang, I've heard you've come to propose marriage again. I'd like to know, why?"
Wang Huaijing was almost at a loss for words when asked the question. The little deer, who had been knocked unconscious earlier, suddenly calmed down.
“Miss Zhao, I am well aware that I did not leave a good impression on you during our last meeting, and I apologize to you.”
As he spoke, he bowed to Zhao Qingyi.
Zhao Qingyi quickly dodged to the side.
“Scholar Wang, there’s no need for that. It’s not a mistake; it’s just your true nature.”
One sentence almost killed Wang Huaijing again: What does "true nature" mean? Does being true nature mean he is unlikable?
"Upon learning that Miss had rejected me, I pondered day and night why she had refused me. After a while, I realized that Miss had already taken up residence in my heart."
To be honest, Miss, I always thought that I should get married when I reached a certain age. As long as the man was of similar age and not too ugly, it didn't matter who I married. I never thought that I would like anyone.
The biggest mistake he made before was that a real man should not worry about not having a wife.
I now know that the person who said this has never been moved, or has never met the person who could move him.
"I have a crush on you, Miss. I wonder if you would be willing to give me a chance."
After saying that, he nervously twisted his thumb back and forth.
Zhao Qingyi sighed.
"What's wrong with you? You're always thinking about this. You're not studying properly anymore. No wonder your grades aren't as good as your uncle's."
This isn't affection; it's that you've been thinking about the same thing every day, and it's become a habit, so you've come to believe you're interested in me.
It's like looking at a plant or owning an extremely ugly dog; you look at it every day, and one day you realize it's actually quite cute.
Wang Huaijing was dumbfounded.
Zhao Qingyi spoke again.
"Have you figured it out? You don't have deep feelings for me, nor do you like me. It's just a habit, or even a kind of resentment."
You're so outstanding, logically speaking, unless you're blind, no girl would reject you, but I happen to be the exception.
I rejected you, so you don't understand why I rejected you.
You're just driven by a competitive spirit right now.
You never liked me at all. Tell me, did you want to get engaged to me and then get revenge on me?
Or will you marry me and then torment me?
Or are you trying to divorce me, leaving me as a discarded woman? Do you harbor such sinister intentions?
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