Aunt Wang smiled. "You don't know this, do you? Second marriages are the most loving. Old Liu from the east end of the village couldn't get along with his first wife, so he married a second wife. Look how good they are to each other now. And there was this guy I introduced before, an orphan whose wife died, but his second wife is a virgin. He treats her so well, much better than the men we married. I married a first-time husband, and you've seen what he's like. You married Xuefeng, also a first-time husband. Look at him, the family still relies on you all the hard work."
These words struck a chord with Zhang Huixiang, making her feel a pang of sadness. She asked, "Then tell me, who are these people?"
"Zhao Donghe, what do you think?"
"Zhao Donghe?"
Zhang Huixiang hadn't thought about it in detail yet.
The door to the inner room opened.
Ling Yong charged out aggressively, ramming headfirst into Aunt Wang's stomach, sending her sprawling onto the ground, groaning and moaning.
"Ling Yong, what are you doing?" Zhang Huixiang quickly helped Aunt Wang up.
Ling Yong glared at Aunt Wang with hatred, unable to utter a word. He gasped for breath through his nose, then turned and ran away.
Zhang Huixiang ignored Aunt Wang and hurriedly chased after her, even neglecting the convenience store.
Aunt Wang rubbed her stomach and cursed, "You little brat, you bumped into your old mother."
When he opened his eyes, he found no one in the house. He quickly grabbed a bag of soy sauce and a bag of vinegar, ignoring his stomachache, and hurried home.
...
What would it feel like if the phone suddenly rang in a dormitory building where you could hear a pin drop?
Linghu Lan was startled.
She looked up from her books, glanced at the dormitory phone, and quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Linghu Lan's intuition told her it wasn't Jingxing.
There's no reason why, lovers' intuition is just that accurate.
"I'm hanging up without saying anything."
"sister!"
Ling Yong?
Linghu Lan fell silent. "What is it?"
"Sister, you..."
Ling Yong's voice was suppressed, carrying a certain heaviness.
Linghu Lan could tell what was going on, but she didn't want to get involved.
Ling Yong bears responsibility for Ling Yun's death.
I did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me.
"Um!"
"Sister, you shouldn't come back anytime soon. I'll share the money Mom gave me with you."
"Click!" The phone rang.
These words were so unclear that Linghu Lan was a little confused, probably because she had been listening to Zhang Huixiang nagging at home again.
Linghu Lan put down the phone, unplugged the cord, and continued to bury herself in books.
Many of the high school books on the table were things she had found at a secondhand bookstore.
You won't know until you read it, and once you do, you'll be amazed.
Although she went to school many times, she still felt that high school knowledge was the most valuable, probably the pinnacle of knowledge in a person's life.
Even she wasn't entirely confident that she would succeed in the imperial examinations.
Life is too short to enjoy it all.
She didn't have that much time. She had to read slowly, year by year, and finish the task as soon as possible. Getting a guy was the real priority; everything else was secondary.
...
There is a row of two-story villas in the west of the city.
Commonly known as the General's Building.
Jingxing looked at his phone. The call went through, but no one answered. He frowned almost imperceptibly and glanced back at his sister.
Jing Se was chatting with Tan Yu, the son of her uncle Tan Zhengfeng, when she noticed her brother's gaze and walked over.
"Didn't you get through on the phone?"
"Um!"
"Is Lingyun not in the dorm? Hmm! Maybe she went out to eat? Bro, can you call her for me later? I'm still a little worried about her being a girl all alone."
"good!"
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