Seeing his older sister sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) watching him with a half-smile, Chen Jiandang's words got stuck in his throat.
Embarrassed, he looked to his parents for help, only to find that they were also watching with amusement.
He was so angry; he felt like an outsider in this family.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Lu Qiang, who lived in the first courtyard, pulled him aside and told him what had just happened in the backyard.
Hearing that his so-called grandparents had such a despicable idea, Chen Jiandang was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush to their room and make a scene.
He just didn't want to make things difficult for his father, so he suppressed his anger and went home first.
But what he saw was that he seemed to be the only one in the family who was angry and anxious. Look at his parents, one was leisurely eating grapes, and the other was happily eating a peach that was almost as big as his face.
What's most infuriating is his sister, who was laughing and talking to his mother, looking completely carefree, which made him anxious.
People are already eyeing her man, but she doesn't seem to care at all.
Thinking of this, Chen Jiandang said to Chen Shuning with a look of exasperation, "Sister, how can you be so carefree? She's openly eyeing your husband, and you're still acting like nothing's wrong."
Looking at her younger brother, who was sweating profusely in the late autumn evening, Chen Shuning felt a little warm and a little sorry for him. So she smiled and said, "Look at you, it's such a small thing, why are you making such a fuss? Besides, your brother-in-law isn't someone you can just snatch away."
"If that's the case, then the wedding can just be called off. Alright, come and eat some fruit. Don't you love peaches the most? Here's the second biggest one for you. You're second only to Mom now."
Seeing the large peach offered to him, Chen Jiandang instinctively reached out and took it. Then, realizing what he'd done, he grew increasingly angry. He stubbornly retorted, "Even if my brother-in-law isn't someone that idiot Chen Shuting could take away, it's wrong of them to even think about it. They're both granddaughters, yet they only have eyes for that idiot Chen Shuting. My brother-in-law is such a good person; it's a waste to even let her think about it..."
"Shut up!" Chen Jiandang was interrupted by his mother before he could finish speaking.
"What do you mean by 'wasteful'? Your sister is right. Who is your brother-in-law? Do you think they can just snatch him away? They can't even dream about it. They don't even know what kind of people they are. Just like her mother, they're like vixens who can't walk when they see a man. And they dare to compare themselves to our Shuning."
Clearly, Qin Yalan was still angry, and her words were full of resentment.
“That’s right. Even Big Zhuang from the front yard doesn’t like her. It would be strange if my brother-in-law liked her. She’s just dreaming.”
Seeing his mother's attitude, Chen Jiandang felt a little better. He plopped down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and started eating the peaches in his hands.
The moment the peach entered his mouth, Chen Jiandang's eyes lit up. He turned to Chen Shuning and said, "Sister, where did you buy this peach? It's so sweet."
Looking at her carefree younger brother, Chen Shuning didn't know what to say. One second he was so angry he felt like he was about to tear the roof off, and the next he was eating a peach like Pigsy from Journey to the West.
She glared at Chen Jiandang, whose face was covered in peach juice, and said, "Just eat whatever you want. Why do you care where I bought it?"
Thinking that her mother had finally managed to forget about her trip to the black market, if this kid brought it up again, who would she cry to?
And things often go in that direction the more you try to avoid mentioning them.
As soon as Chen Jiandang finished speaking, Qin Yalan glared at Chen Shuning and began to lecture him: "Don't think that just because we don't mention this matter, it's over. You're about to get married. What if something happens to you if you go to a place like that? Wouldn't that be exactly what those people want? Do you know how many people are waiting to see you make a fool of yourself?"
"Not to mention others, those few in the front yard are probably hoping your marriage won't happen. You'd better be more careful."
Upon hearing that Chen Shuning had gone to the black market, Chen Jiandang instantly felt that the peach in his hand was no longer sweet. He said with a face full of disapproval, "Sis, you went to the black market? Didn't I tell you not to go there during this period? My master was talking about it today. He said it was inside information that the higher-ups are cracking down on the black market and are making a big fuss about it. If you get arrested, won't that cause trouble for your brother-in-law?"
After hearing this lecture on love, Chen Shuning felt incredibly frustrated. She didn't even know which way the black market's doors faced.
She had only randomly chosen a source for the things she took out of the space, but what was frustrating was that she couldn't say it.
Frustrated, Chen Shuning angrily plucked a grape from the basket and stuffed it into her mouth, as if that would allow her to vent her dissatisfaction and grievances.
The grape was crushed in her mouth, the seeds and skin crunching between her teeth.
Hearing this, Chen Jiandang shrank back, afraid that his sister would hold him accountable later. He grabbed the peach, said "I'm going back to sleep" and ran out.
Seeing Chen Jiandang running faster than a rabbit, Chen Shuning could only glare helplessly in anger.
In the end, it was Chen Tiejun who felt sorry for his daughter and stopped Qin Yalan's nagging, which finally gave Chen Shuning's ears a break.
Returning to her room with her wounded heart in her hands, Chen Shuning felt that she needed to do something to heal the pain she had suffered.
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