In my past life, I was with Li Yan. Back then, the security was bad, and bicycles were always being stolen. A bicycle cost a month's salary.
After her bike was stolen three times, she simply started carrying it up to the fifth floor herself every day, despite the difficulty.
The day before their wedding, Li Yan took her home, and she asked if he could help her carry her bicycle upstairs.
Li Yan frowned and asked in confusion, "Everyone says that women hold up half the sky. Look at Aunt Liu next door, she carries hundreds of kilograms of coal and a bicycle all by herself. Can't you carry it yourself? You have hands and feet. Do you expect me to carry it for you every day?"
Although Li Yan still helped her carry the bicycle upstairs that day.
Ning Yuan felt no joy at all; instead, she felt uncomfortable and even humiliated, as if she had done something wrong.
For the rest of her life, she never asked Li Yan to do anything for her again, even after they became husband and wife.
Because she didn't know when he would try to reason with her.
He always makes a lot of sense, and what he says is never wrong.
Yes, she has hands and feet; she can work in the fields planting rice, she can work hard during the autumn harvest carrying loads of rice, and of course, she can open bottle caps by herself and carry a bicycle by herself...
But……
She is a woman, and she will always want to rely on someone and be taken care of occasionally in love and relationships.
When she's feeling down, there are people to help her share the burden, but she can only process her emotions on her own.
Because her husband said women shouldn't be too dramatic, and he was too busy with work to listen to her negative emotions.
However, if a woman does everything herself, she doesn't need to share or comfort her emotions.
Whether she has a man or not makes no difference in her life, so why does she want to date and get married?
Does she want to find a man to be her master and serve him?
She had asked herself countless times if she was being a masochist, but unfortunately, there were many questions in her past life that she could not find the answers to.
Therefore, throughout her life, she was unable to make her logic consistent, and eventually fell into a deep sea of pain and depression, powerless to save herself.
In this life, she desperately tried to change her way of living.
But unexpectedly... someone would answer this question from her past life through their actions.
Or perhaps it's Rong Zhaonan, such a prodigy.
“Rong Zhaonan, don’t you think… massaging a woman’s feet is beneath you, and it’s beneath your manly dignity?” Ning Yuan suddenly asked.
Li Yan felt that holding hands in public was beneath him and had a bad influence.
He massaged her feet and legs so naturally, as if it were nothing more than a small thing.
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face: "What does it mean to have manly spirit? Does it mean you risked your life on the battlefield, charging in and out seven times?"
"Does planting rice seedlings in the fields, brushing cattle, shoveling manure, and composting in the cowshed count?"
"Does shooting a bullet into the head of an enemy agent count?"
"Does it count as cheating my father out of his money to spend on women?"
Rong Zhaonan's long legs were spread wide open in a haughty manner as he lazily massaged her slender, smooth calves, and said slowly and deliberately—
"Whether it's shooting someone in the head or washing my woman's underwear, I do whatever I want because I want to."
His cool smile was full of arrogance: "Not because of anyone's opinion, and no one dares to point fingers at me. Would you call that manliness?"
With each word he spoke, Ning Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
A tingling, numb, and sore sensation crept up his rough, long fingertips, climbing from his sensitive skin to his heart.
The man in front of me could use a cool and aloof tone to reveal the most arrogant, unrestrained, and lawless aspects of his being.
But she's undeniably sexy.
Amitabha! He didn't take off his clothes, but she felt a little hot and couldn't help biting her lip.
Rong Zhaonan naturally noticed her somewhat stunned yet warm gaze, and slightly curved his thin lips: "What, you don't agree?"
Later, he learned that even curly-haired rabbits... sometimes had feelings for him.
Ning Yuan's bright eyes curved into crescents, and she suddenly leaned towards him.
This time, her soft lips landed on the tip of his high nose: "No, I agree. Congratulations on reaching another consensus between us."
See, take it slow, and we'll realize that we have many different ideas.
However, we also have many things in common.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly grabbed the back of her head, preventing her from pulling away.
His thin lips lingered in front of her small lips for a moment, but he didn't kiss her.
Young Master Rong licked his back teeth with great patience, and curled the corners of his lips into a smile: "Next time, let's reach a consensus and kiss somewhere else, hmm?"
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding.
...
Yu Family
"Qiang, what are you thinking? Why did you go and provoke those two old hags?" Tian's mother put down the pan-fried buns in her hand and glared at her eldest son.
Grandma Xia was not someone to be trifled with. Although she didn't come upstairs to curse directly, she was on the first floor hurling insults and telling people to take a piss and look in the mirror, and so on.
Aunt Tian was selling pan-fried buns when she overheard something amiss. After asking around, she discovered the whole story.
Yu Qiang sat on the sofa, eating pan-fried buns while taking a sip of tea from his enamel mug: "Mom, I'm already thirty, and A-Jun is twenty-five. Do you think we can still marry local girls from Shanghai?"
“You know you and your brother can’t marry local girls. Who’s to blame? When we returned to Shanghai, I told you to go back to school. Your mother didn’t study herself, but she spoiled you all by not studying!”
Teacher Yu brought out the stir-fried bok choy from the kitchen and put it down.
He was fifty years old, and people these days are thin, and he was no exception. His temples were gray, which made him look even worse.
Upon hearing her husband's words, Mrs. Tian instantly became incredibly agitated, hands on her hips, and launched into a furious tirade—
"Fine, I knew you weren't a good person. You look down on me for being ignorant. Why didn't you marry me in the first place? It was because my family had money to support your education!"
Teacher Yu and Mother Tian were childhood sweethearts, and their marriage was arranged by a matchmaker.
Teacher Yu's family was poor, while Aunt Tian's family used to be rich peasants in northern Jiangsu.
The family raised a college graduate son-in-law, a "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success), and they were naturally proud of him and habitually manipulated him.
Teacher Yu retorted angrily, "Shut up! Do you think I owe you a lifetime? This is outrageous! Marrying you wouldn't be enough to pay off my debt!!"
Last time, he went to the police station over the issue of setting up a stall, and Officer Cui from the security department gave him a sarcastic rebuke in private, which made him feel very embarrassed.
Mrs. Tian was furious. She grabbed Teacher Yu by the collar and was about to yell, "You heartless bastard! Your son is thirty years old and can't marry a local Shanghai girl, and you blame me..."
Yu Qiang slammed his hand on the table in annoyance: "Enough, stop arguing. I can't marry a girl from Shanghai, but I can marry a student from Fudan University, isn't that fine too?"
Mother Tian was taken aback: "Oh, you've really taken a liking to that little vixen from the mountain village?"
Teacher Yu sneered and said irritably, "At a time like this, you're still dreaming? You think the girls in our school would marry someone like you who doesn't have a proper job and works as a bicycle watcher?!"
He wasn't in the mood to eat with his wife and son, so he turned around, grabbed his cloth bag, and left.
Standing at the door, Tian's mother was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and yelled, "If you're so capable, get out! If you're so capable, don't ever come home again!"
Although she was almost driven mad by the man, Tian Mu's mother turned to her son with a stern face, annoyed: "You really have your eye on that little vixen from the countryside?"
Yu Qiang ate his pan-fried buns, his long eyes narrowing as he said, "Mom, think about it, Professor Tang and his wife have a pension of over a hundred, and the school also allocated them a two-bedroom apartment."
“I know that!” Mother Tian said impatiently.
Yu Qiang stuffed a pan-fried bun into his mouth: "College graduates are guaranteed a job. If I marry her, her future salary, the house and pension of the two old folks will all belong to our family, not to mention the dessert shop and business they run."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Tian's eyes lit up instantly: "That's right, we'll have them put together money to buy Ah Jun a job quota so he can get married..."
But the next moment, she couldn't continue, rolling her eyes in annoyance—
“Your dad’s words are unpleasant to hear. That village girl surnamed Ning is not good enough for you, but she’s from Fudan University and even acknowledges Old Man Tang as her grandfather. She’s very pretentious. How can you marry her?”
Yu Qiang tried to stop Ning Yuan to say a few words, but Old Lady Xia blocked the door and started cursing at him.
Tian Mu's mother didn't believe that Yu Qiang could marry Ning Yuan.
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