The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 77 - Great Joy Back in the Bridal Chamber_1
Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Great Joy Back in the Bridal Chamber_1
Chapter 77 -77 Great Joy Back in the Bridal Chamber_1
“Secondly, Sister Wan Xue and Elder Brother are soon to be betrothed, and she will have to manage the household and handle all kinds of relationships to support this branch of the family as the eldest daughter-in-law. I was thinking, since Aunty Luo has a wealth of experience and patience, she could perhaps advise Sister Wan Xue through the opening of the clothing shop. After all, Sister Wan Xue is still young and has limited experience, so there may be things she is uncertain about how to handle.”
A few days ago, Yang Mengchen asked Yang Chengrong if she indeed had feelings for Xiao Wan Xue, and upon confirming it, she informed their family. The family had concerns about Xiao Wan Xue’s status, but after her persuasion, they agreed to it, asking her to inquire about Uncle Xiao’s and Aunty Xiao’s opinions.
Today, after she explained the situation to Uncle Xiao and Aunty Xiao, they both immediately agreed happily.
It’s just that Sister Wan Xue has never managed a household before, and they worried she might not be able to cope. And with Aunty Xiao pregnant and unable to tutor or accompany Sister Wan Xue to social events for training, the three of them thought of Lady Luo.
“This is wonderful news; Xue Xue and Chengrong are indeed a match of equals in talent and appearance!” Lady Luo said with joy, but also a hint of confusion, “Xin Lan (Lady Xiao’s given name) is very capable herself and could easily guide Xue Xue. Why would she come to ask me?”
“Aunty Xiao is not well; since Sister Wan Xue has always respected Aunty Luo, we are hoping Aunty Luo could take some extra care,” Yang Mengchen said while surreptitiously writing two characters in the palm of Lady Luo’s hand.
Lady Luo was startled, then she said joyfully, “Don’t worry, Mengmeng; I’ll be sure to guide Xue Xue well and make her a qualified eldest daughter-in-law for the Yang family.”
“Mhm,” Yang Mengchen nodded.
Long Xuanmo, who had witnessed Yang Mengchen’s subtle action, narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Regarding the selection of embroiderers, Aunty Luo need not worry. Our weaving and embroidery workshop has already recruited many embroideresses, and I’ll be designing the clothes. If we use a unique method for marketing, I’m confident we’ll attract customers,” Yang Mengchen returned to the main topic at hand.
Before Lady Luo could respond, Luo Jingyao spoke out loudly, “Grandpa and Grandma, as well as Mother, all love the clothes made by Ninth Sister, praising their innovative styles and comfort. They say one looks several years younger wearing them. People from the capital are constantly inquiring from Mother which famous designer made them, which shows how popular Ninth Sister’s designs are.”
“That’s true,” Lady Luo said with a smile, her eyes curving, “My in-laws were so delighted with the clothes that they immediately wore them out to show off, making all their friends envious. Many ladies have also asked me who designed the outfits so they could place orders, but I haven’t told them, hehe.”
Yang Mengchen said with a smile, “As long as Grandpa Luo and Grandma Luo like them, I’ll make them two sets of clothes every season.”
“The in-laws will be so happy they won’t be able to sleep,” Lady Luo said. “Mengmeng might not know this, but they had planned to come see you with us. Unfortunately, they suffer in the summer heat, so they can only visit when the weather cools down.”
“When our new house is built, we’ll go pick up Grandpa Luo and Grandma Luo.”
“Alright.”
Lady Hua was one of those envious of Lady Luo’s new clothes. She had dropped hints to Lady Luo several times, but to no avail; it never occurred to her that they were Ms. Yang’s handiwork.
With a dignified and elegant manner, extraordinary medical skill, and being intelligent and capable, especially gracious towards those she cared about, Ms. Yang was undoubtedly the most suitable to be the matron of a great family. Thus, Lady Hua’s gaze grew warmer as she looked at Yang Mengchen.
Once Ziyu has recovered, she would definitely propose marriage to Ms. Yang on behalf of Ziyu. Although Ziyu was almost ten years older than Ms. Yang, wouldn’t he cherish her even more? As for differences in social status, she and her husband never cared about that.
Little did she know, while the imagination was beautiful, reality could be cruel.
Clenching the teacup just a little tighter, Long Xuanmo’s expressionless face and tightly pressed lips drew a straight line, revealing the turmoil in his mood quite clearly.
At this moment, Black Wolf was slowly pushing Hua Ziyu, who sat in a wheelchair, with Wei Wenhai attending to his right side.
Following behind them were the three brothers, Yang Chengrong, Yang Chenghong, and Yang Cheng’an.
“Yuyu…”
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Lady Hua nearly sprinted to her son, bent down, and with trembling hands gently caressed his rosy cheeks, tears of joy streaming down her face uncontrollably, “He’s gained weight, and he looks so lively!” she sobbed, unable to speak properly.
For over a year, Yuyu had been confined to bed for healing, gradually becoming thinner, and she and her husband had helplessly grown grey worrying over their powerless situation. Yet now, in less than a month, Yuyu was actually sitting up, and his spirit had changed so significantly, how could she not be ecstatic?
Sister Qi and others couldn’t contain their tears either, their faces showing great emotion.
The Luo family members, Mo Lei, and Mo Yun stared in amazement, as Hua Ziyu looked almost like a different person in such a short period, which was hard to believe.
Especially Doctor Luo, who quickly stepped closer to Hua Ziyu, examining him carefully for a long while, his eyes shining brightly.
Long Xuanmo, who would usually remain unflustered even if Mount Tai were collapsing, now stood up, losing his composure for a moment. He glanced at his cousin, then turned to look at Yang Mengchen, his dark pupils sparkling, tinged with a complex mixture of emotions.
Unfortunately, Yang Mengchen was whispering something to Yang Chenghong and Yang Cheng’an, completely oblivious to his gaze, leaving Long Xuanmo filled with a deep sense of grievance and jealousy.
“Son has been unfilial to have caused parents such worry.” Wiping away the tears from his mother’s face tenderly, Hua Ziyu smiled and consoled her, “Don’t worry, Father, Mother. I’ve been very well taken care of here. Ms. Yang not only taught me a set of health-preserving exercises, but also personally prepares my meals three times a day. Her culinary skills are even better than those of the Imperial Chef; I feel like I have gained a whole circle of weight.”
Lady Hua nodded vigorously with teary eyes, “It’s good to have put on weight, good indeed!” Her heart was deeply grateful to Yang Mengchen for her miraculous healing skills that cured Yuyu.
Hua Ziyu, who was always filial, understood his mother’s feelings and naturally went along with everything she said.
In the dead of night, Yang Mengchen emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair.
Aunty Luo and Aunty Xiao had long ago proposed to arrange maids for her, but she was accustomed to doing things for herself. Suddenly having several people around made her feel uncomfortable. However, once the house was built, it would be appropriate to buy some maids and servants to attend to her family.
Yang Mengchen was surprised to see Long Xuanmo sitting at the table, elegantly sipping tea, and frowned, “Your Highness, why are you not resting? What brings you here?”
Ignoring the question, Long Xuanmo put down his teacup, stood up, walked over to Yang Mengchen, led her to the table to sit down, took the cloth from her hand and, standing behind her, started drying her wet hair with movements that were smooth and left her with no time to react.
Yang Mengchen was so astonished she froze; Long Xuanmo hadn’t returned to his room to rest late at night but had come to dry her hair—what was he up to?
Yang Mengchen’s stunned expression clearly pleased Long Xuanmo, as a trace of a smile curved at the corners of his mouth. His fair and slender hands began drying her hair, but, given his high status and the fact that he’d always been served by others since childhood, his movements were clumsy. Even in the military border regions, people like Mo Feng took care of his needs, and he had never served anyone before. He ended up accidentally pulling out a few strands of her hair.
“Hiss,” Yang Mengchen gasped slightly, rapidly coming to her senses and turning to look at Long Xuanmo, “I can do it myself,” she said, reaching to take back the cloth.
Long Xuanmo pursed his lips and firmly held her chin, making her turn her head away, and stubbornly continued drying her hair.
