Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 278 - 277: Is This Still His Own Brother?

Chapter 278: Chapter 277: Is This Still His Own Brother?

Upon seeing An Hao injured, he dashed over in an instant, grabbing her hand to inspect her wound.

There was a long, narrow cut on the pad of her finger, continuously oozing blood—it looked quite deep.

He quickly pressed below the wound to stop the bleeding, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapping An Hao’s finger tightly. "Press it for a while, and only loosen it when it stops bleeding."

"I’m fine," An Hao said, feeling a little embarrassed to have him so worried. "It’s common to get hurt while cooking; it happens all the time."

Li Junping felt guilty that An Hao got hurt the first time she helped out. "An Hao, you go and rest. Fengfeng and I can handle this here."

"It’s no big deal, really." An Hao wasn’t so delicate; nicks and cuts from cooking were normal, and besides, it wasn’t Qin Feng’s intention.

"If you’re injured, don’t push yourself. You go rest, I’ll handle the rest," Qin Jian said firmly.

Upon hearing that Qin Jian would take over, Qin Feng hastily dropped what she was holding and started to run outside. "Brother, you go tend the fire."

In such scorching weather, her mother had her tending a fire—it really was favoritism.

Qin Jian grabbed her in one move. "You can’t leave!"

"Why not!" Qin Feng glared at Qin Jian dissatisfied. "They say when you get a wife you forget your mother, but you haven’t even married yet and you only have eyes for her. Mom, look at Qin Jian, is this still my own brother?"

"Whether I’m your own brother or not, you can’t leave." Qin Jian thought his sister was too lazy; how would she get by after marrying into her husband’s family?

Seeing the siblings squabbling again, Li Junping, frustrated, slapped Qin Feng twice. "Can’t you be more understanding? If you don’t behave, I’ll find you a husband tomorrow."

Hearing the threat of marriage, Qin Feng promptly closed her mouth.

The meal turned out to be quite pleasant, with both families finalizing future arrangements at the dining table.

An Hao would take her college entrance exam first, and once of legal age, the two would marry.

It was already June, and not many days left before the college entrance exams.

An Hao even looked forward to their arrival; if she got into Medical University, she could study in the provincial capital. The school wasn’t far from where Qin Jian worked, which meant they could see each other more often.

The news of Qin Jian and An Hao’s engagement spread throughout the entire village; everyone knew that Qin Jian had gone to the An Family to ask for her hand, and just the betrothal gifts amounted to two thousand yuan—a sum that could build a new house in the village.

Everyone said An Hao was blessed!

The previously impoverished An Family suddenly became the object of everyone’s envy, with the news being the talk of the town.

When Shen Zhihua found out, he was deeply saddened for a long time. He wanted to extend his blessings to An Hao but couldn’t overcome the gnawing feeling inside him.

He turned his grief into motivation, focusing all his energy on his studies.

Song Yueqin sobbed herself into a frenzy at home. She was upset, but even more, she felt a sense of unfairness and was dissatisfied with not getting what she wanted.

The fires of jealousy within her heart stabbed at her like a sharp knife. She was in agony with no way to alleviate it.

At home, she threw tantrums and broke things to vent her rage, but afterward, she fell into a state of despondency.

The man she had set her sights on, the one she longed for, hadn’t even spared her a glance.

She had painstakingly endeavored to win over the Qin Family, trying her best to please them and get close to Qin Jian. Just when it seemed to be bearing fruit, everything was ruined by An Hao’s sudden interference.

In pain and hatred, Song Yueqin endured each day, dragging herself into July.

Finally, the college entrance exams arrived!