My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 410: Face up and ask to get hit 410 times

Chapter 410: Face up and ask to get hit 410 times

"Old man, what do you think about this outfit? Is it too formal?"

The old lady was wearing a brand-new loose blouse, asking the Ruan patriarch who was also picking out clothes.

The Ruan patriarch turned to look and nodded appreciatively with his old face beaming.

"Looks good, makes you look young and lively."

He was generous with his compliments.

The old lady’s face lit up with a smile when she was flattered.

But then she thought it might be too formal.

She changed into something more understated.

"This one’s too new; I’ll wear it when Tangtang comes to our house."

The Ruan patriarch had no objections, "Either is fine."

"Let’s leave once you’re all changed," he reminded.

Mrs. Ruan looked at the time, it was past nine.

The exhibition had already started.

She hurried to pack up and, pulling on the old man, stepped out the door.

The moment they stepped out, the door to the neighboring courtyard creaked open.

Wan Manzhu’s smiling face appeared before the elderly couple.

"Grandpa Ruan, Grandma Ruan, you’re going to the exhibition, right? It just so happens my uncle gave me a ticket; let’s go together."

She casually linked arms with Mrs. Ruan.

Mrs. Ruan looked momentarily stunned.

She quickly regained her composure and affectionately patted Wan Manzhu’s hand.

Then she deftly slipped her hand away from her elbow.

"No need, we old folks are old now, you young people go have fun on your own," Mrs. Ruan said with a smile, refusing her offer.

Wan Manzhu seemed to miss the rejection and persisted.

"I just like to follow you."

Mrs. Ruan: "..."

Even the Ruan patriarch frowned.

The usually friendly patriarch rarely put on a cold face outside.

"I want to go out alone with your Grandma Ruan; why does a young girl like you insist on tagging along?" he posed the question with feigned confusion, though he clearly knew why.

Wan Manzhu was at a loss for words at the old man’s question.

"I..."

The Ruan patriarch waved his hand, "No need to explain to us, and don’t follow us either."

After speaking, he looked toward his wife.

"Huijun, it’s getting late, let’s go," he said.

Mrs. Ruan was also irritated by Wan Manzhu and, without another word, hastened to follow the old man.

Wan Manzhu was nearly fuming on the spot.

She couldn’t believe the elderly couple had given her such a snub; her eyes could have shot fire.

Wan Manzhen had seen it all.

She snorted and stepped out the door.

"Seems like you didn’t take my words to heart at all," she said coldly.

"What am I to expect from someone who only thinks about herself?"

Wan Manzhu had hit the wall so many times, yet she still didn’t learn!

Wan Manzhen: (-᷅_-᷄)

Wan Manzhu was already very upset.

Wan Manzhen’s words were like pouring a bucket of gasoline onto her already sour mood.

"How am I only thinking about myself? Isn’t trying to get on good terms with the two old farts at the Ruan family for the sake of our house?"

Embarrassed in front of Wan Manzhen, Wan Manzhu was now resentful toward the elderly Ruans.

Wan Manzhen felt a chill in her heart at these words, gaining a new insight into her lack of conscience.

Wan Manzhu had previously taken advantage of the Ruan family’s kindness numerous times. Even if she did not remember their generosity, she should not curse the elders as ’old farts’.

"Wan Manzhu, you really are heartless. I’ve never seen such an ungrateful wretch like you," said Wan Manzhen.

Feeling unable to communicate with Wan Manzhu, Wan Manzhen said her piece and turned to leave.

She feared she might lose her temper and slap her if she stayed any longer.

It was better to think of a way to separate from the family.

Wan Manzhu rolled her eyes, without a hint of additional emotion.

What’s the worth of a conscience?

As long as life is good, it doesn’t matter who you are; plenty of people will kiss your feet.

Wan Manzhen is just pretentious!

With the Wan family in such a state, who needs dignity?

Can dignity be more satisfying than bread and milk? Naïve.

Her thoughts racing, Wan Manzhu quickly composed herself.

She tidied up her neat braids and, with a sweet smile on her face, headed toward the exhibition.

She hadn’t lost yet!

As long as Brother Yingzhou fancied her, even if the two old farts at the Ruan family disagreed, what could they do?

As for Brother Yingzhou having someone? Haha, she couldn’t care less.

Even if they got married, couldn’t they just get divorced?

The country bumpkin can’t compare with her, a woman who’s been educated abroad!

Wan Manzhu was full of confidence in her thoughts.

Lin Tang was unaware that someone was still trying to poach her man, walking on a path that invited a slap to the face, heading straight for her.

At this moment, she had already entered the venue.

The exhibition was huge, spanning a vast area.

Inside, the lights were bright, and the crowd was bustling.

The building looked rough but already bore the semblance of a future museum.

Before entering the venue, the staff handed out brochures to each team.

Old Yang’s eyesight was failing due to age, so he casually passed the brochure to Lin Tang.

"Comrade Xiaolin, you read it first, then pass it to the others. Let all the comrades know about the products and the layout of the venue so no one gets lost," he said with a smile.

Qiao Cheng, assisting his master, followed behind, "Master, don’t worry, I will be with you every step of the way."

Everyone laughed.

"Old Yang found the right apprentice!"

"A teacher for a day is a father for life; it should be like this."

Lin Tang quickly finished browsing the exhibition brochure and handed it to the comrade beside her.

Seeing her flip to the last page, Old Yang asked, "Comrade Xiaolin, any thoughts?"

They had just passed the entrance, surrounded by people with different products at each entryway.

Having read the brochure, Lin Tang had the entire venue layout in her mind.

Upon hearing Old Yang’s question, she began to introduce the overall structure of the venue.

"...Let me first introduce the general layout of the venue to everyone."

"There are three entrances and exits, with five themed exhibition halls.

From where we stand, to the left are daily necessities, to the right is the agricultural area, straight ahead is the industrial exhibition area, and further on is..."

"As the industrial exhibition area is directly related to us, my suggestion is that we first take a look there.

There will be demonstrations of textile equipment, which we can learn from."

After Lin Tang finished explaining, everyone seemed to have a mental image of the entire venue.

"What a sharp mind Comrade Lin has!"

"After you explained, it’s like I can see the layout of the venue right before my eyes. Impressive, impressive!" A young man from the Technology Department said with undisguised admiration.

After he spoke, Qiao Cheng chimed in enviously, "Memory is innate. We can’t envy what we don’t have.

If we don’t have a good memory, we rely on taking notes. As long as we learn and remember more, that should be enough, right?"

His words were firm, but his expression was clearly sour.

Old Yang patted his apprentice’s head.

"Control your expression," he said with a chuckle. "It’s better to have a worse memory than a bad pen. The process of recording is the process of relearning. If you lack talent, hard work can still achieve something."

Qiao Cheng’s expression returned to the composure of a technician.

He solemnly assured, "...Yes, master, I understand. You can count on me."