The Princess of Northern Land-Chapter 60 - Settled(2)_1
Chapter 60 -60: Settled(2)_1
Chapter 60 -60: Settled(2)_1
“What did Zige say?” asked Wu Dayou anxiously, grabbing onto Lin Changshu.
“Dayou, since you aren’t interested in my sister, it’s none of your business what she’s thinking. Let’s go home. Also, you don’t need to concern yourself with affairs of the Lin family anymore. We’ll return whatever silver we owe you as soon as possible,” said Lin Ziyin, trying to shake off Dayou’s grip.
“What did Zige say?” Dayou continued to clutch Lin Changshu’s collar.
“Let go,” gasped Lin Changshu, almost unable to breathe.
“Let go of him, Dayou! You’re going to choke my brother to death!” Lin Ziyin shouted.
At this moment, Dayou’s eyes were slightly red, as if he were under some sort of spell and completely oblivious to what Ziyin was saying.
With a narrow glance, Ziyin raised her hand and slapped him across his right cheek.
The loud slap not only snapped Dayou out of his daze but also startled Lin Changshu.
“Brother, are you okay?” asked Ziyin, pulling Changshu free from Dayou’s grip.
“Cough, cough, I’m fine,” replied Changshu after a deep breath. Now, he understood the depth of Dayou’s feelings for Zige. But damn, the guy almost killed him in a fit of passion.
“I’m… sorry,” Dayou stuttered an apology.
“I must ask, are you even a man?” began Ziyin impatiently, “You self-righteous fool. You think that because you’re poor, you can’t provide happiness for my sister, and so you’ve placed your hopes onto some other man. Have you ever thought about who could be better for her than you? Being poor is not a concern. Our family is poor too, yet we manage. If two people truly love each other, shouldn’t they be able to get through tough times? What would you do if my sister ended up with someone terrible? Regret it later?”
It was not that Lin Ziyin wanted to curse herself; it was because Wu Dayou had pushed her to the brink.
Some men can be overly presumptuous.
“You’re too cowardly and foolish to make her happy,” concluded Ziyin, revealing her contempt for Dayou.
“I…” Dayou sat down on the ground, clutching his head.
“Forget him, brother, let’s go,” advised Ziyin, addressing Changshu with a huff.
Changshu glanced at his friend, sighed, and followed Ziyin out.
“Would she really be willing to live a life of hardship with me?” asked Dayou, pain in his voice but hope in his eyes.
“If she wasn’t willing, do you think we’d be standing here?” Ziyin sighed softly, “If you want your beloved to be happy, then go fight for her.”
“Fine, I’ll arrange for someone to propose on my behalf tomorrow,” declared Dayou, standing up suddenly.
“Finally doing something right, you fool,” muttered Changshu, giving Dayou a punch on his shoulder.
Dayou took a step back, nodding enthusiastically with tears in his eyes.
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With a faint smile, Ziyin and Changshu headed back home.
“How’s Dayou?” Zige, who had been impatiently waiting at home without any clue of what to do, instantly dragged Ziyin into their house upon her return.
“Who is Dayou?” teased Ziyin.
“Sister, you’ve become so mean,” complained Zige, blushing as she stared at Ziyin.
“Alright, no more teasing. Dayou said he’s getting someone to propose tomorrow,” replied Ziyin seriously, “Zige, Dayou is a good man. You’ll definitely be happy with him.”
Zige glanced at her sister’s stern face and nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
True to his impulsive nature, Dayou arrived at the Lin’s doorstep early the next morning with Lou Zheng and Madame Zhang.
“Happy news, happy news indeed!” Lou Zheng declared cheerfully as soon as he entered.
“Uncle Lou, please come in,” greeted Ziyin, who had just finished preparing tofu. She had made some extra firm tofu skins overnight and was catching her breath. Seeing the village chief and his wife, along with Dayou, she served them some hot soy milk, “It’s warm.”
“You’ve gotten quite skilled, Ziyin,” Madam Zhang complimented after a sip of the sweet, fragrant soy milk.
Ziyin gave them a courteous smile and retreated to a corner.
Dayou was a bundle of nerves and excitement. His hand, clutching the mug of soy milk, was shaking. Zige saw this and gave him an annoyed glance.
Seeing his nephew’s nervousness, Lou Zheng sighed slightly. “The boy will become a henpecked husband. We’re here today to arrange the marriage for Dayou.”
