The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 121 It's all bullshit

Gao Qinghe was halfway there when she realized she had forgotten to tell her two aunts that her wedding date with Jiang Baohai had been set.

It's alright, we can talk about it next time we meet.

The two sisters, carrying the tofu they had packed, walked home chatting and laughing.

When Gao Qinghe met villagers along the way, she felt an unprecedented level of warmth and hospitality.

Some people simply wanted to say hello to her, while others asked if she could bring people along, and still others inquired about how much money she had made.

They couldn't get any information from Huang Yanqiu, so they had to start with the person in question.

Unfortunately, he encountered Gao Qinghe, who could say whatever she wanted to anyone.

She gave irrelevant answers, talked nonsense, and rambled on, all while smiling. I couldn't understand what she said at all; all I knew was that she looked very beautiful when she smiled.

By the time they realized what was happening, the person had already walked quite a distance.

Gao Qingya said smugly in a low voice, "I bet even the boldest person in our village can't guess how much money you've made."

Three hundred thousand is a number that no one in the surrounding area would dare to even dream of, in a place where even a household with ten thousand yuan can cause a stir.

Gao Qinghe smiled, patted her little sister's frizzy hair, and taught her:

"Don't flaunt your wealth, but you can't hide it completely either. If you have too much, others will be jealous and hateful; if you have too little, people will look down on you. If someone insists on asking you later, you can say 20%."

"When everyone can't catch up, there's no need for any disguise anymore."

Gao Qingya nodded as if she understood, and said that next time someone asked, she would say fifty or sixty thousand.

These things are not easy to say loudly, so the two sisters deliberately lowered their voices.

So the young couple sitting side by side under the ancient tree by the roadside were completely unaware that someone was passing by, chatting and cuddling away by themselves.

Gao Qingya spotted the two first, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Then he pulled his sister back from walking forward.

Point your thumb at the ancient tree and show it to her.

Who doesn't love gossip?

Gao Qinghe was no exception.

Gao Qingya's reaction, in particular, made her even more curious about what lay ahead.

When I took off my sunglasses and looked up, I was relieved I didn't roll my eyes.

Sitting side by side under the tree were Zhou Zhenghua and Ouyang Yan, a young couple.

Gao Qinghe originally wanted to turn around and leave, but the content of their conversation clearly reached her ears.

He successfully caught her attention by talking about work, long-distance relationship, and not wanting to be apart.

Ouyang Yan looked at Zhou Zhenghua expectantly, "Brother Zhenghua, my mom had someone choose an auspicious date, and they said next Sunday would be good for us to get our marriage certificate. Shall we go and get it?"

"Next Sunday? Didn't we agree to go the day before the wedding banquet?" Zhou Zhenghua frowned slightly.

His mother chose the date, saying it was for his own good.

He had mentioned it several times before, but the Ouyang family hadn't said anything, so he assumed they had agreed.

Ouyang Yan noticed his reaction was a bit over the top and felt a little aggrieved. "The last day is too rushed. Wouldn't it have been better to go earlier?"

Zhou Zhenghua was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "That's good, but I've already asked for leave in advance."

"Well, that's fine."

Ouyang Yan thought about it and realized that their jobs were different, and it was indeed not easy for Zhou Zhenghua to take leave. Besides, she wasn't superstitious, so it didn't matter which day they got their marriage certificate.

Seeing Ouyang Yan's low spirits, Zhou Zhenghua's heart softened as he recalled how she had shouldered all the pressure for him all this time. He glanced at her face; her once chubby and adorable cheeks were now noticeably thinner from her previous hunger strike, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

He said gently, "From now on, I'll pick you up every week when I have a day off."

I thought this would calm her down, but to my surprise, Ouyang Yan's emotions took a sharp turn for the worse, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhenghua asked in a panic.

Ouyang Yan: "When will you be transferred up? If you can't be transferred to the county, it would be good to be transferred to the town. Otherwise, we can't be together except for winter and summer vacations. I'm not happy to be separated from you for so long."

She glanced at him nervously, knowing his personality, wanting to say something but not daring to.

But under Zhou Zhenghua's gentle gaze, she mustered her courage again.
"My dad is planning to invite Uncle Zhao to have a meal with us. Be polite during the meal and say some nice things to Uncle Zhao; he'll be transferred to the town soon."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zhenghua's expression turned cold instantly.

"I've already said before, I don't need your dad to do these things. Please thank your uncle for me, but don't do it again next time. I can manage on my own!"

"No, no," Ouyang Yan hurriedly explained, afraid he would get angry.
“My dad is just a little anxious because he doesn’t want us to be separated for a long time. He said that because he feels sorry for me. He doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe you.”

“If he really didn’t trust you, my dad wouldn’t have agreed to our marriage.”

After explaining, large tears streamed down Ouyang Yan's face, her heart filled with indescribable grievances.

Zhou Zhenghua sighed softly, put his arm around her shoulder, and raised his sleeve to wipe her tears.

"I don't blame you, and you don't need to explain so much. I know you don't want to break up with me."

If no one had comforted her, things would have been fine, but when someone did, Ouyang Yan's tears flowed like a broken string, falling down in a torrent, and she cried so hard that her whole body trembled.

She wanted to hug him and cry, to bury herself in his broad embrace.

Zhou Zhenghua awkwardly dodged, and whispered a reminder for her to be careful.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ouyang Yan didn't care about anything else and hugged him tightly, only then did she feel that her empty heart had been filled.

Zhou Zhenghua awkwardly raised his hand to push her away, but she only hugged him tighter.

He was immediately somewhat helpless. "Don't cry. If it's really that hard to bear, I'll quit my current job and go to the city to work. Then I can be with you every day."

"Really?" Ouyang Yan looked up in surprise.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Zhenghua's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He lowered his eyes, hiding his true emotions, and gave a low "hmm".

"You suffered so much and endured so many grievances to marry me, it's only right that I do something for you, but..."

His tone became serious and earnest, "If I really lose this job, my salary might become unstable, and I won't be able to take care of my family, my mom and my brother."

At this point, remembering all the sacrifices her family had made over the years, she choked up, saying, "I'm so sorry to you all."

"Brother Zhenghua, please don't say that." Ouyang Yan cried even harder, never expecting that the man in front of her would go to such lengths for her.

She sniffed, wiped away her tears, and promised, "I told you, I'll always be the woman behind you, supporting you. You don't need to think so much. Just do what you want to do, and achieve your dreams. What I love is your shining self."

"I'll figure out what to do about work. I just want to ask you one question: if—I mean, if I stopped being a teacher and lost my job—would you look down on me?"

Zhou Zhenghua looked surprised. "How could that be? Why would I look down on you?"

Ouyang Yan smiled contentedly; she knew she hadn't misjudged him.

Gao Qinghe, unable to bear watching any longer, had already walked away.

All I want to say is—it's all bullshit!

(End of this chapter)