In rural areas, matchmaking doesn't involve many complicated procedures; usually, it's just two families meeting for the first time.
They would take a walk around the village that day or spend some time alone, chat for a bit, and then decide whether to continue their relationship.
Wu Xiu didn't want to see the matter fall through like this, so she smiled and advised:
"How about you take a look at Mengning and Mengjing and see which one is more suitable? You young people should have common topics, so we won't interfere or say too much."
Wen Zhaoye raised his hand and stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. Under the slightly distressed gazes of Wu Ying's husband and Cai Liang, he casually tossed it on the ground, then stomped it out. His long eyelashes furrowed as he pondered:
Since we're already here, if we don't follow the proper procedures, it will definitely embarrass the woman to some extent if word gets out.
If you really stay in a room with another woman behind closed doors, Jiao Jiao will probably be jealous and feel uncomfortable, right?
What if I throw a tantrum at home, whether openly or secretly?
Cai Mengjing looked at the tall, handsome man in front of her, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Although she was only 18, she had stopped studying early and had been on two dates last year.
This time, I'm most satisfied with the answer and am anxiously awaiting it.
After a brief moment of thought, Wen Zhaoye had already devised a plan. He glanced at the two of them.
Knowing roughly that Cai Mengning had always harbored different feelings for him, he naturally dared not give her any more hope. He then stood up and gazed at Cai Mengjing, saying:
Let's go.
The expectant look on Cai Mengning's face visibly vanished, and her head drooped: "..."
Why did you choose Mengjing?
I clearly have a better personality than her.
In contrast to her dejected expression, Cai Mengjing was radiating joy. With a lively personality, she smiled lightly.
"Okay, Brother Zhaoye."
Wen Zhaoye went into the next room, glanced around, and saw that the wooden bed was placed against the corner of the wall, making it relatively secluded.
He didn't dare sit down at all, and deliberately chose to stand facing Wen Jiaojiao:
That way she should be able to see what's going on inside at a glance, and it will save her from being suspicious later.
Cai Mengning followed her in, casually holding onto the old wooden door, just as she was about to close it.
Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye decisively stepped forward to stop her, saying, "Pull the door open as wide as possible."
I hooked my foot over a stool in the corner to brace the door shut in case the wind blew it shut. What happened in that split second is hard to explain.
Seeing that Cai Mengning was standing still, he instructed:
"Don't close the door. Let's talk like this."
so good?
He even considered that talking behind closed doors for too long would be bad for the girl's reputation.
Cai Mengjing's pursed lips curved slightly upward, her heart filled with even greater satisfaction. She sat on the edge of the bed and said:
"Brother Zhaoye, come and sit down."
Wen Zhaoye stood three steps away from the doorway, raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, and glanced at the girl who was staring in with wide, beautiful eyes:
I knew you wouldn't trust me, so now you're keeping a close eye on things yourself. You can't possibly make a fuss about it when you get home, can you?
Realizing this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn upwards, and he said with a hint of amusement in his voice:
"I'll just stand here."
Seeing his eagerness to get as far away as possible, Wen Jiaojiao began to doubt the effectiveness of this blind date.
It was Wen Zhaoye who devised this plan to get Wu Ying to harvest the wheat, but she spoke the words first.
The other people in the room also looked rather grim.
In the fields, Xu Cuifen, wearing a straw hat and pulling a flatbed cart full of wheat, saw Aunt Pang running towards her, panting, and secretly rolled her eyes at her.
After what happened last time, she made up her mind that she would ignore her on days when she didn't need her help.
When the plump aunt saw her, she waved and greeted her anxiously:
"Cuifen, hurry up! Your Zhaoye is looking at three girls at Wu Ying's house."
Upon hearing this, Xu Cuifen panicked and lost her grip on the cart, causing it to tilt backward with a loud "bang." She exclaimed in surprise:
"What? Auntie Fatty, where did you hear that?"
The plump aunt didn't even dare to breathe properly as she said:
"I saw Zhaoye carrying big bags and small packages to Wu Ying's house with my own eyes, and Jiaojiao went too. You should go home and check on things."
I noticed Zhao Ye was quite interested; the things he bought were all quite expensive. I heard Wu Ying mention before that he had a niece who was Zhao Ye's classmate, so I guess she's the one he's interested in.
Xu Cuifen was burning with anger and dared not delay. She abandoned the cart and rushed home, her teeth itching as she said:
"That brat is so obsessed with women that he dared to go on a blind date behind my back, and he even brought my darling along. Isn't that a slap in my face?"
The plump aunt watched the woman disappear from sight, patted her chest with her hand, and followed slowly behind, saying:
"Oh my god, I'm exhausted. Hopefully, this will all fall through now."
Inside the hall.
Looking at Wen Zhaoye, who seemed to want to stay as far away from Cai Mengjing as possible, Cai Liang decided to first arrange a marriage between his nephew and Wen Jiaojiao, so that his daughter could use this connection to maintain a long-term relationship with Wen Zhaoye. He then said:
"Young lady, how old are you this year?"
Wen Jiaojiao didn't understand what he meant and thought it was just casual conversation, so she replied, "I'm 20 years old this year."
"That's the same age as my Mengning, that's great." Cai Liang smiled with satisfaction and got to the point:
"How about your uncle finds you a husband?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhaoye's handsome face darkened at the door, and his dark eyes, slightly shaken with shock, fixed on Wen Jiaojiao:
Could it be that he saw I went on a blind date today and agreed to it just to spite me?
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Wen Jiaojiao's lips. She felt that her dressing up today hadn't been in vain; they must have been eager to introduce her to potential partners because she was pretty.
Although he didn't intend to go on a blind date, he still wanted the other party to reveal their family background and character, so that Wen Zhaoye wouldn't bring up the previous incident and laugh at him when he got home.
Realizing this, she said with a slightly arrogant expression:
Which one?
Cai Liang: "My nephew is five years older than you, and he's very hardworking."
Wen Jiaojiao thought he was finally back to normal. She subconsciously glanced at Wen Zhaoye, her eyes seeming to say:
See? I'm in demand too, and doing really well.
When Wen Zhaoye met her gaze, he became even more certain that she liked him, cared about him, and wanted to make him jealous.
His thin lips curved slightly, and his chest felt as if it were filled with something warm and comforting.
You care about me so much, how will you live if I don't marry you in the future?
Seeing that he had heard her, Wen Jiaojiao gave up her desire to continue probing and replied perfunctorily:
"Oh, he's a pretty good young man, but..." I don't have any plans to get married right now.
Before she could finish speaking, Cai Liang became interested and slapped his thigh excitedly, saying:
"Really? Then how about we meet another day? My nephew is quite tall, about your height."
Although your family isn't wealthy, if you two work together, you'll eventually be able to pay off all the debts your family has accumulated over the years.
And don't worry, you can't tell he's limping at all when he walks slowly; he's in great health.
As Wen Jiaojiao listened, her face grew increasingly grim. Veins throbbed on her forehead, her delicate features stiffened to the point of contortion, and a burning rage within her made her want to flip the table in frustration.
One widowed Wang Ermazi wasn't enough.
Here comes another one, 1.64 meters tall, with a mountain of debt at home, and a limp.
This should be enough to keep Wen Zhaoye laughing until he's eighty.
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