She was not the original owner of this body after all. Fan Jin was a good partner and a responsible teammate to her, but not her husband.
And perhaps the woman really does have an emergency.
Fan Jiang took the ox rope, while the other four surrounded Shui Qing, their eyes fixed on their father and the woman.
“Mother, I saw this woman when I was at the general store.” Xinghui tugged at Shuiqing’s sleeve and whispered the news.
"She kept looking at the ebony hairpin I bought for my mother. I thought she wanted to buy it, so I didn't say anything. I only bought it because she was just looking at it without saying anything."
"Mother, you said she knows Father, so why didn't she exchange pleasantries at the general store? Why did she insist on waiting here?"
Shuiqing: ...I've only ever focused on making money in the past, I have no experience in dating.
Asking her is pointless!
Fan He, standing to the side, speculated, "Could it be that they think Dad is rich because we bought so much?"
While the group whispered and speculated among themselves, Qin Wanyue looked at the group of adults staring at them and timidly suggested, "Senior brother, shall we talk behind that tree in the distance?"
Fan Jin frowned slightly and disagreed: "Madam Wan and Madam Zheng, we are already married, and we should avoid suspicion."
He was already worried about not being able to explain himself properly under Shui Qing's watchful eye. If he went behind the trees, how could he possibly explain himself?
A wise person does not stand under a dangerous wall, so naturally, I cannot leave.
Qin Wanyue was immediately moved. She took a handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, sobbing, "It's still my senior brother who cares about me. He takes care of me and thinks about me just like you and I did when we were little."
Unlike, unlike anyone I've ever been in my life.
Shuiqing: .....You were talking so well, why are you crying?
Fan Jin nervously turned to look at Shui Qing's expression, then turned back to pick a safe topic and said, "I met Brother Pingsheng at lunchtime."
He didn't mention the unpleasant things that happened.
Qin Wanyue stopped crying and said softly, "I know, he told me when he came home at noon."
He and his two classmates, who were freeloaders, kept cursing their senior's family.
Occasionally, he would sigh and say that his senior brother had become successful and had money. His family wore fine clothes and could order several meat dishes at Shan Hai Lou!
She felt a pang of pain in her heart when she thought of how her senior brother's daughter, a mere maid, had bought the hairpin she had always been reluctant to buy at the general store.
These were things she should have been enjoying.
Fan Jin felt extremely uncomfortable. He waited patiently for a while, and seeing that Qin Wanyue still hadn't spoken, he reminded her, "Madam Zheng, is this where our mentor is?"
They hadn't seen each other for many years, and it wouldn't be just to catch up if there wasn't something going on. Something must have happened for Qin Wanyue to reach out to him.
It's either a matter for the husband's family or a matter for the wife's family.
Qin Wanyue shook her head hesitantly and said in a low voice, "I heard my husband and Pingsheng mention you at noon. I thought your home was in this direction, so I skipped lunch and waited here early, just to see you, my senior brother."
Fan Jin's heart tightened again, and he nervously turned to look at Shui Qing, afraid that she might misunderstand.
Qin Wanyue also noticed that at noon, when Zheng Pingsheng and the other two talked about her senior brother's wife, they kept referring to her as a woman, a shrew, or a shrew. In her mind, she had already defined her senior brother's wife as a vulgar and unbearable peasant woman.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at Fan Jin’s faded coarse cotton robe. She said softly, “My brother’s wife and children are all dressed in fine cotton clothes, but my brother, the head of the family, is dressed in coarse old clothes. My sister-in-law, she… she…”
If it were me, I would definitely wear coarse, old clothes so that my husband could look good in public and not be looked down upon.
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