Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 236 - Chapter 236 236. No interrupting_1

Chapter 236: 236. No interrupting_1 Chapter 236: 236. No interrupting_1 Qiaoqiao had finished speaking, and Wu Lei had also finished explaining the matter.

In all fairness, Song Tan definitely trusted Qiaoqiao more. But Wu Lei was right about one thing: regardless of what they were discussing, it was inappropriate for Qiaoqiao to suddenly interrupt.

But Song Tan was protective, and she had no intention of scolding Qiaoqiao in front of Wu Lei.

Besides…

“Brother Wu Lei, it was wrong for Qiaoqiao to interrupt. However, Peach Forest does belong to my family, and indeed, all the trees are supposed to bear peaches. It’s not convenient to pick the flowers,” Song Tan said.

Wu Lei’s cheeks instantly flushed with heat.

With his girlfriend watching him, Song Tan looking at him, and Qiaoqiao gazing unblinkingly at him, he felt uncomfortable. After all, he was the older one here, and having his casual remark seriously refuted like this didn’t sit well with him at all.

“Yes, it’s your Peach Forest, and you charge for the flowers by the blossom. We humble folks definitely can’t afford to pick them,” Wu Lei said.

“However, Tantan, you should also talk to Qiaoqiao. He’s grown up now; what’s with the random interruptions? It’s my own field where I’m spreading flower seeds; what’s it to him?”

“Oh,” Song Tan drawled, glancing at him, “maybe Qiaoqiao is afraid you’re getting too old and you’ll still be beaten with a stick by your uncle.”

Truth be told, Song Tan and Wu Lei had often played together when they were younger. But as Wu Lei grew up, he started to dislike having a cousin like Qiaoqiao, often feeling embarrassed by him.

Children are not good at hiding their feelings. When this showed in what they said, Song Tan couldn’t stand it, and they had argued a few times, gradually losing contact with each other.

If she were to say whom she was closer to, it would actually be Zhang Yanping.

Because no matter what kind of person her cousin was, on festive occasions, he would always end up playing with Qiaoqiao for a good while.

That was also why she didn’t mince words with Wu Lei nowadays.

The two of them were accustomed to clashing since they were young. Now that she had successfully retorted, she turned her head and called Qiaoqiao over: “Come here, apologize to Brother Wu Lei, and don’t interrupt others while they’re speaking ever again.”

Qiaoqiao blinked, looking a bit wronged, “I didn’t interrupt randomly. I did it because I saw it was Leilei talking.”

Song Tan stiffened.

“That’s no excuse,” she quickly regained her composure, “Interrupting randomly is very impolite.”

Qiaoqiao looked a bit confused but was cooperative. He stood obediently beside Wu Lei and said, “Brother Leilei, sorry, I won’t interrupt again next time.”

Wu Lei, being a grown man, couldn’t remain angry when Qiaoqiao was like this. He just stood there with a stiff face.

Before he could say anything, he saw his girlfriend Zhu Li, already cheerfully linking arms with him:

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re called Qiaoqiao, right? Oh my, you really are quite handsome–Leilei, he didn’t do it on purpose, and it’s not like he has any mental impairment. You’re the older one; don’t be petty with him!”

Her face was all smiles, but her eyes did not share the sentiment. Song Tan frowned slightly but returned a polite smile.

Then she called out to Qiaoqiao, “Let’s go. Eat up your ice cream quickly, and we’ll head to the bumper cars.”

Qiaoqiao immediately cheered, “Sister, can we go for two… no, three rounds? I’ve wanted to play bumper cars for so long!”

Song Tan checked the time, “Sure, today is all about making Qiaoqiao happy! After all, Qiaoqiao has really had a hard time lately.”

“Not at all,” Qiaoqiao shook his head repeatedly, “It’s not hard, and amusement parks are expensive. Qiaoqiao understands and will try to be more capable.”

In other words, with such an exploitable employee, wouldn’t it be a shame not to squeeze out a little more? How else could one live up to the conscience of a capitalist?

Song Tan was extremely satisfied.

Watching them walk away, Zhu Li seemed to have something to say but was stopped by Wu Lei:

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you clearly see that I don’t get along with Tantan?”

His girlfriend looked him over and said, “Leilei, I’m just wondering why your younger brother and sister are so good-looking when you’re just so-so?”

Wu Lei: …

What’s wrong with having one, no, two genetic mutations in the family, eh?

However, Zhu Li observed the gradually distant figures of the two, her eyes full of contemplation, “They are both so attractive, imagine if they were willing to do live streaming with me, they would definitely become incredibly popular, right?”

“And another thing,” she said, unable to contain her dissatisfaction as she tugged on her boyfriend’s arm, “Did you see that photo of Peach Forest just now? Isn’t it beautiful? Such a large slope of mountain! We don’t have anything like that near our cities.”

“What if I chose that Peach Forest for my next live stream? I haven’t had any innovative videos lately, it feels like my fans are losing passion, and there aren’t many tipping either.”

Zhu Li was a budding live streamer, but she hadn’t found her niche since she started not long ago. Normally, she’d broadcast impulsively: visiting shops when others did, chatting about daily life when others did, and even faking a bookcase to be a reading blogger…

She tried everything, but still wasn’t catching fire.

The way to earn money from videos was firstly through view counts, and secondly through sales promotions. She hadn’t come across any product endorsements, and her view count was merely passable, surviving on the volume but barely scraping in some pocket money each month.

Actually, Wu Lei wasn’t very keen on her doing live streams.

Every time she broadcasted on the social platform Tremble, she sharpened her chin and enlarged her eyes, adopting a high-pitched voice, constantly calling out to this or that ‘big brother’…

Even though he was right beside her and it was indeed just casual chatting, not the borderline type, as a man, he still felt a bit off about it.

He didn’t speak now, but his expression spoke volumes.

Zhu Li humphed and twisted his arm a bit: “Are you thinking about telling me to quit again? What am I going to do if I quit, drink northwest wind? With your monthly salary of three to five thousand, what can you do in Ning City? Can your family afford a house in Ning City?”

The housing prices in Ning City were almost 20,000 now, and it would be a miracle to pull together enough for a downpayment by emptying the family savings. And is buying a house only a matter of affording the downpayment?

Thinking of this, he finally gave in:

“Alright, I’ll ask them how they got there. If you really want to go, let’s follow them while the peach blossoms are still blooming.”

“Don’t be fooled by Tantan’s sharp tongue, my aunt really cooks delicious food, and she treats me well too.”

The young couple stuck together and quickly cheered up again.

But at the moment, they had another problem looming in front of them:

“Look, it costs over a hundred for one person to take the high-speed train to your place. We’re on a tight budget for this trip, and now we’re out of money.”

“I don’t care; I just won’t take the regular train, there are too many people.”

Although Wu Lei was contentious with Song Tan, he did know the basic social etiquette. Now he looked at Zhu Li:

“You still want to go to my aunt’s Peach Forest. If we two take the high-speed train and they take the regular train, do you think that’s appropriate?”

They exchanged glances, checked their bank account on the phone, and found that they had just over 500 left in their pockets.