Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich
Chapter 398 - 291 Malicious Idea_3

Chapter 398: Chapter 291 Malicious Idea_3

"Daddy, even though you say that, I still can’t accept it. I just can’t calm down!"

When she found herself at a loss for words, she could only turn and give her younger sister a meaningful look!

"Daddy, it’s not my elder sister’s fault. We just invited those five sisters to watch the lion dance, that’s all."

The elder sister felt very aggrieved under her father’s gaze, and her sister, unable to contain her anger, skipped right over the fact that it was they who first criticized others!

"Is that really all there was to it? Then why were you girls chatting with a poor boy?"

Ye Zhiwei didn’t quite believe his daughters’ words, but he also felt that they weren’t lying much. There were so many people there, and it was normal for the girls to gather during the New Year.

As a father, he knew his daughters were quite proud, usually not mingling with other village girls, only mixing with children from other rich families.

He understood the reason, it’s normal for rich young masters and ladies not to associate with poor children.

Nor did his children associate with the children from the newly risen Hongji’s house, so suddenly inviting them over for New Year seemed a bit unreasonable.

He had thought they had finally accepted Hongji’s few daughters.

Ye Zhiwei sighed. Looking at his daughters, he had to admit, other people’s daughters were raised better.

"Daddy, why would I lie to you? It was those nouveau riche daughters who brought troublemakers!"

Ye Zhiwei, catching the flickering look in his younger daughter’s eyes, was half-convinced as he debated how to handle the situation.

He had already punished those poor folk as an adult, but if he were to punish those delicate and beautiful daughters of Hongji...

He, as an outsider, felt a bit of pity; who would have the heart to harm such charming and clever girls?

His daughters being scolded also left him somewhat frustrated, yet he couldn’t meddle too much using his adult status, unlike with those poor folk, for he had no tricks left for Hongji and his daughters.

"Serves you right! Why couldn’t you just stay quietly at home instead of going out looking for trouble?"

"Wah, Daddy is scolding me!"

Ye Zhiwei watched as his two daughters clung to each other and sobbed, their cries tinged with grievance.

Their father not taking their side completely was definitely a cry of disappointment!

Outside, footsteps "thudded" rapidly as a plump lady rushed in, her anxious face holding a handkerchief. Seeing her two daughters crying bitterly, she pretended to dab at her own eyes, distressed, and asked:

"Old Master, what’s wrong with the girls? Why are they crying on New Year’s Day?"

Ye Zhiwei glanced at his wife’s figure, then at his crying daughters. With a mother like that, it’s no wonder the daughters are heavy!

"Crying on New Year’s Day is too unlucky. To think of arguing and fighting during such a time, how unseemly!"

Ye Zhiwei, who had just been siding with his daughters, now spoke quite differently as his wife appeared. In truth, he did not like her and frequently visited his concubine’s quarters instead.

Enduring such a plump woman was too much for him; he was not very tall himself and feared being squashed next to such a heavy woman.

As they cried, their father’s words only amplified their wails.

However, they were not just crying; they were seeking their mother’s support, each clinging to one of her arms.

"Old Master, it’s not our children’s fault!"

She had already learned the whole story from outside, where, of course, their servant exaggerated and would never admit their young ladies were to blame.

They would put the blame on the poor or accuse the nouveau riche daughters.

Having understood everything, and fearing her husband would ignore the matter, she rushed to suggest a solution for her daughters.

"What to do then? Let’s just forget it!"

Ye Zhiwei rolled his eyes at his wife, already in a bad mood and now utterly disheartened by her meddling.

Having concubines brought into his life in recent years, he scarcely visited her room once a month; at her age, she felt like a widow, carrying a great deal of resentment within.

Her husband also ignored their daughters’ troubles, which was utterly unacceptable. The plump lady dabbed her daughters’ tears with a handkerchief, whispering to ask what they wanted.

While the mother and daughters whispered amongst themselves, Ye Zhiwei listened from the side, growing impatient and thinking of leaving...

"Husband, I think the girls’ idea is excellent. That poor boy wants to marry Hongji’s elder daughter, right? We should strike first!"

Ye Zhiwei was stopped in his tracks, maintaining a cautious distance from his plump wife, fearing an accidental fall might squash him.

Ye Zhiwei had not really paid attention to the whispering between the mother and daughters, and he did not clearly hear their suggested plan:

"What?"

The plump lady’s chubby face quivered as she spoke, her red lips moving vindictively:

"Our son is so outstanding, we could choose any of Hongji’s five daughters for an arranged marriage or betrothal; his eldest daughter is already over ten years old, perfect to be betrothed to our second son."