The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 70 - Daydreaming_1
Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Daydreaming_1
Chapter 70 -70 Daydreaming_1
A moment later, Zhang Lianhua came from the shadows at the corner of the wall not far away, her face bereft of its usual feigned frailty, but instead brimming with smugness.
She had originally hired someone to ruin Xiao Wanxue’s purity so that she would no longer have the face to entangle with Brother Rong, but during that time, Xiao Wanxue was inseparable from the Yang siblings, leaving her no opportunity to make a move.
Unable to destroy that wretch Xiao Wanxue, the venomous Madam Zhang Liao then pressured her into marrying Moneybags Jin, who was over fifty, as a concubine, in exchange for one hundred taels of betrothal gifts.
She was meant to marry Brother Rong and become the great young lady of the Yang family, so naturally, she looked down on Moneybags Jin, who had a swarm of wives and concubines and was full of fat in his intestines and brain.
She had originally planned to gradually win over Brother Rong’s heart and then naturally become a bride of the Yang family, but with Moneybags Jin pressing her urgently, and the Yang family all listening to Ninth Sister Yang, she had no choice but to approach Ninth Sister Yang; hence, having seen the Yang siblings visiting the village chief’s home, she had been waiting here all along.
Today, she had to get Ninth Sister Yang to agree to have Brother Rong marry her soon, and also to give over a hundred mu of dry fields and two big mountains, as well as five thousand taels of silver as a betrothal gift, after all, she held leverage over Ninth Sister Yang and did not believe Ninth Sister Yang would refuse.
Once she married into the Yang family, she would first take firm control of the financial power, becoming the absolute head of the household, and then gradually deal with those who had bullied her in the past, especially Xiao Wanxue and Ninth Sister Yang, those two wretches.
Seeing through Zhang Lianhua’s malicious intentions, Yang Mengchen’s eyes were deep like ink, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly in a cold sneer.
Standing by Yang Mengchen’s side, Xiao Guai fixed its deep, dark tiger eyes tightly on Zhang Lianhua as she approached.
“I was just on my way home and didn’t expect to run into Ninth Sister here, what a coincidence. But why are you here alone? Isn’t Brother Rong with you? What would you do if something happened?”
As she spoke with a feigned look of concern, Zhang Lianhua walked up, intending to take Yang Mengchen’s hand, but upon seeing Xiao Guai by Yang Mengchen’s side, she stopped in her tracks, terror flashing in her eyes accompanied by a vicious glint of murderous intent.
Yang Mengchen watched quietly as Zhang Lianhua talked to herself, her lips slightly pursed, not uttering a word.
Even after she had greeted her, the little wretch still didn’t respond to Zhang Lianhua, which was utterly hateful and despicable. However, for the sake of a wealthy life in the future, she endured.
With a smile she thought tender and sweet, Zhang Lianhua expressed her concern, “The sun is too strong at this time, Ninth Sister might feel awful if she gets a heatstroke. Fortunately, my home is not far from here, why don’t you wait at my place first? I’m sure Brother Rong will come looking for you very soon.”
If the little wench went to her home, Brother Rong would naturally come looking for her there. Then she might find a way to get intimate with Brother Rong and spread the word afterwards; even if Brother Rong was angry, he would have to marry her.
Yang Mengchen still did not speak, her expression a mix of a smile yet not quite a smile.
Seeing the faint mockery on Yang Mengchen’s face, Zhang Lianhua was initially stunned but then realized the contradictions in her own words. Her face immediately took on an embarrassed expression, “What I mean is, I’ll have someone notify Brother Rong at the Yang family later, and he will come for you.”
Yang Mengchen remained non-committal.
“Ninth Sister, let’s go to my place first. If you keep staying here, you really might suffer from heatstroke,” said Zhang Lianhua, who dare not approach and could only continue to urge.
Noticing Xiao Guai growing increasingly impatient, Yang Mengchen gently stroked its head, ignoring Zhang Lianhua’s words as if she hadn’t heard them at all.
Having exhausted her attempts at niceties, and with the little wretch still non-responsive, Zhang Lianhua could no longer maintain her gentle and concerned facade. Instead, she became frustrated with shame and anger, wishing she could shred this little wretch to pieces.
Seeing the dark and ruthless glint in Zhang Lianhua’s eyes, Yang Mengchen slightly curved her lips and said indifferently, “Speak up, what’s the purpose of you deliberately waiting for me here?”
Zhang Lianhua was taken aback but, at this juncture, it did not matter if the little wretch knew her intentions. However, with no one around, what if the little wretch did to her what she did to the Lan family, and with a beast glaring at her, what was she going to do then?
“Let’s talk at my home instead; after all, what I have to tell you is very important. It could damage your reputation if someone eavesdropped and spread it around.”
Standing still, Yang Mengchen said indifferently, “I, Yang Mengchen, have always been open and honest. There’s nothing I can’t discuss with others. Speak your mind here if you have something to say.”
“You?”
Staring at Yang Mengchen with wide-open eyes, Zhang Lianhua’s gaze was dark and astonished. She had not expected the little wretch to be impervious to persuasion and even less concerned about her reputation. It left her at a loss, wondering whether to speak now or hold her tongue.
“I have to rush home for lunch, so if you don’t speak up, I’ll have to leave,” Yang Mengchen said and made a gesture to turn away.
“Stop right there!” Zhang Lianhua called out to Yang Mengchen with a shrill voice.
If the little wretch really left, she would have wasted her efforts today, and with Brother Rong and Yang Sirlang about to return, she would have no more chances to speak if she held back now.
“What I want to say is,” hiding a sharp pair of scissors behind her back, Zhang Lianhua glared at Yang Mengchen and demanded imperiously, “You must agree to let Brother Rong marry me in a grand ceremony soon, and you must also provide over one hundred acres of dry land and two mountains, as well as five thousand taels of silver as a dowry!”
Yang Mengchen shook her head with a sigh, “You’re dreaming in broad daylight. That’s an illness that needs urgent treatment. If it’s left too late, even medicines won’t help.”
“Don’t curse me!” Zhang Lianhua, knowing that Yang Mengchen would not agree so easily, had not expected her to curse her so viciously. She was instantly furious, smoke nearly billowing out of her seven orifices, “Tell me, do you agree or not?”
“What would happen if I agree? And what if I don’t?”
“Of course it would be best if you agreed. If you don’t, then don’t blame me for bringing out the evidence. Then you’ll be ruined and might even end up in prison.”
“Evidence?”
Looking at Yang Mengchen, whose brows were slightly furrowed, Zhang Lianhua said triumphantly, “I have evidence in my hand that you assaulted the Lan family and poisoned them. So you’d better agree to let Brother Rong marry me soon and make me the Yang family’s main mistress, otherwise… ”
“Otherwise, what?”
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A bone-chillingly cold voice suddenly rose from behind Zhang Lianhua, tinged with an aura of deadly seriousness. Zhang Lianhua, who was just showing off proudly moments ago, shivered, slowly turned around, and saw Yang Chengrong approaching step by step. Her face turned deathly pale, and she stuttered with trembling lips, “Brother Rong, when did you get here?”
With a dark glance at Zhang Lianhua, Yang Chengyou’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent before he quickly strode to his sister’s side.
And Yang Chengrong coldly observed the delicate and pitiable Zhang Lianhua with a handsome countenance cold as the snow in December, his eyes filled with bone-piercing chill.
“Brother Rong, it’s not what you think, I didn’t…”
Zhang Lianhua was eager to explain, but under the increasingly sharp and gloomy gaze of Yang Chengrong, her voice gradually weakened until it vanished.
“I, too, would like to see what evidence you have. Bring it out.”
Yang Chengrong’s voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. But to Zhang Lianhua’s ears, it felt as if she were being doused with ice water from head to toe while in the midst of a frozen, snowy landscape—it was a cold that penetrated deep into her bones, causing her teeth to chatter uncontrollably.
“There is, there’s no evidence. I was just trying to scare, to scare Ninth Sister Yang.”
“Whether you have evidence or not, this is your last warning!”
Leaving these icy words behind, Yang Chengrong didn’t spare another glance at Zhang Lianhua, and he decisively left with his brother and sister.
