People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

After returning home, Xiaoting and Zhuang Tunan went to Song Ying's house to watch TV, completely forgetting about the bowls of food they had eaten at lunch.

As Zhuang Chaoying spoke, she tied on her slightly faded apron and turned to walk towards the kitchen. "Ah Ling, why don't you go watch TV at Xiao Song's house? I'll go wash the dishes from lunch."

I boiled some water, poured it into a basin, and carried the basin straight to the backyard.

Huang Ling stood there, watching Chao Ying's back, and inexplicably felt a sense of reassurance.

She glanced back at Song Ying's house and saw that the curtains were drawn, and the sound of a television program could be faintly heard from inside.

She took a deep breath, mustered up a great deal of courage, and walked over quietly.

He boldly reached out and wrapped his arms around Chao Ying's waist.

Zhuang Chaoying was about to bend down to put down the basin when she suddenly felt two hands around her waist. Looking down, she saw Ah Ling's hands wrapped around her. "Ah Ling, what's wrong! Why are you so bold today? Song Ying and Engineer Lin will be here soon!"

His voice was very soft, not wanting to disturb this rare moment of warmth.

Huang Ling pressed her face against Chao Ying's back, feeling his body temperature, and said in a very soft voice, "Chao Ying, thank you. Last year we didn't go to my parents' house. This year is the first year since I married into the Zhuang family that I haven't had to work and have to wait to eat. Seeing my beautiful wife busy with everything makes me so happy. Thank you for protecting us three."

Hearing Ah Ling's words, Zhuang Chaoying's heart and eyes couldn't help but sting.

He couldn't imagine how much suffering Ah Ling had endured in this family before.

Sometimes she couldn't even do as well as Engineer Lin, but such a small change moved Ah Ling to this extent.

Ah Ling harbored so much resentment in her heart. That resentment was like a thorn hidden deep within her heart. Although it was not easily revealed, it was always there.

"Ah Ling, do you still resent me?"

Zhuang Chaoying's voice trembled slightly. He was afraid to hear the answer, yet he desperately wanted to know Ah Ling's true thoughts.

Huang Ling gave a soft "Mmm". "I resent the you from before, I like the you from now."

Zhuang Chaoying felt a sudden sense of relief. She turned around, looked at Huang Ling, and hugged her back, her hands still wet. "Don't worry, I'll always be like this for you. I'll protect you and be your support. Okay, go watch TV, the water's getting cold, and the dishes haven't been washed yet!"

Huang Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and instantly put on a smile.

Ah Ling's tears came and went quickly. When she went inside to watch TV with Song Ying, she was chatting and laughing again, as if her heartfelt confession was just a small episode in her life.

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night.

Zhuang Chaoying lay on the bed, gently holding Huang Ling, suppressing her voice and thoughts. "Ling, the children are all asleep. Xiaoting and Tunan are snoring, they definitely won't wake up, or...!"

Huang Ling looked up at Chao Ying sitting on the edge of the bed and muttered softly, "How about...?"

Zhuang Chaoying whispered a few words in Huang Ling's ear.

Huang Ling was both embarrassed and annoyed, and reached out to pinch the tender flesh inside Zhuang Chaoying's thigh. "Why do you have so many ideas? Tell me, where did you learn them from?"

At this moment, for the first time, Ah Ling took the lead in the relationship, becoming a woman who dared to express her feelings and attitudes.

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Zhuang Chaoying went to the post office every day without fail to ask questions, starting from the fourth day of the Lunar New Year when the post office reopened.

The post office staff would just shake their heads firmly each time.

On the eighth day, Zhuang Chaoying thought to herself that she had to ask again today no matter what.

Entering the room, I saw Huang Ling combing her hair in front of the cabinet. "Ling, give me a hundred yuan!"

Huang Ling stopped what she was doing and looked back. "Chao Ying, what do you need so much money for!"

"Ah Ling, I have inside information: the stamps issued this year are sure to appreciate in value!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling pondered to herself that although one hundred yuan was not a small sum of money these days, it was not enough to make her rich.

Moreover, most of the family's savings exceeded Ying's royalties and salary. He lived on his own salary, so he decided to give it to him. Even if his salary didn't increase in the future, he wouldn't lose much.

Thinking of this, she stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the iron box hidden deep inside.

The tin box made a slight clanging sound. It was opened, and ten ten-yuan stamps were carefully counted out and handed over. "Chao Ying, you can buy stamps, but if you do anything bad, don't blame me."

Her eyes suddenly sharpened, and then she made a gesture.

Zhuang Chaoying never expected that the usually gentle Ah Ling could be so fierce, and subconsciously squeezed her legs together.

He nodded quickly: "Ah Ling, I really am going to buy stamps. Why don't you come with me?"

"I have to go to work in a bit, you go by yourself." Huang Ling combed her hair back and tied it with a hair tie.

As Zhuang Chaoying stepped out of her house, she saw Lin Wufeng pumping up tires on his bicycle in the yard.

The air pump made a "whoosh whoosh" sound, and Lin Wufeng looked up. "Teacher Zhuang, why are you going so early!"

Zhuang Chaoying lowered her voice: "Mr. Lin, don't say I didn't tell you, I have some inside information. The stamps issued by the post office this time are very valuable for collection! A sheet of eighty stamps costs only six yuan and forty cents. Do you want to buy a sheet and keep it? You'll know whether I'm right or not in a short time, ten years."

Lin Wufeng was a quick-thinking person, and upon hearing this, he immediately began to make plans in his mind.

Six yuan and forty cents is not much, but if it really has extremely high collectible value as Teacher Zhuang said, wouldn't that be a highly profitable business?

This is practically a guaranteed profit!

Thinking about this, he was tempted and did it!

Lin Wufeng put down the air pump. "Teacher Zhuang, are you going to buy it?"

Zhuang Chaoying answered decisively, "Yes!"

"Wait a minute!" Lin Wufeng said, then turned and quickly went back to his room.

He went inside and saw Song Ying tidying her clothes. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Song Ying, give me seven yuan. I have something urgent to do." Song Ying looked at him suspiciously, but didn't ask any questions. She took out seven yuan from her wallet and handed it to him.

Lin Wufeng took the money, left the room, and went to Zhuang Chaoying. "Teacher Zhuang, please buy me a copy! Thank you!"

Zhuang Chaoying took the seven yuan, thinking to himself, "He's only doing this because you're his future in-laws, and everything will belong to Dongzhe and Xiaoting in the future. Otherwise, he wouldn't tell anyone."

"Mr. Lin, you keep working, I'm leaving!"

Zhuang Chaoying hopped on her bicycle and pedaled hard, arriving at the post office in no time.

He secretly calculated that the money Huang Ling gave him could buy fifteen full sheets of stamps, and if they were to appreciate in value and be sold later, the source of the money would be clear.

Moreover, he plans to tinker with some things within the system and sell them back to the system, which would allow him to make a fortune. This is simply a golden opportunity.

Zhuang Chaoying carefully locked her bicycle and walked into the post office.

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