Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 411 - 410: The Next Second, a Slap in the Face

Chapter 411: Chapter 410: The Next Second, a Slap in the Face

Although it was her own flesh and blood, although they hadn’t seen each other for two years, although she was getting married the very next day... Mrs. Yu still couldn’t control herself and slapped her twice.

Those two slaps were neither painful nor itchy, and Yu Xiangqin even thought that Mrs. Yu was helping her dust off her clothes, showing no reaction at all.

Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruannuan stood by, minding their own business with identical gentle smiles on their faces, rolling their eyes at Yu Xiangqin in their hearts countless times.

If the flattering words they said before were compliments, then now, they genuinely felt from the bottom of their hearts that Mrs. Yu had a really good temper—had it been any other mother with a slightly bigger temper, Yu Xiangqin would have been beaten to death as soon as she learned to speak.

They kept silent, but Widow Zhao opened her mouth: "What? Is the bride’s mother hungry? Then let’s go eat quickly, they weren’t prepared to serve food here, let’s eat at Hongzi’s place."

She had been talking with Wang Hong outside and only heard something about Yu Xiangqin being hungry when she walked in.

How could the bride’s mother be hungry? She couldn’t let her starve even if she herself didn’t eat!

Mrs. Yu was speechless.

Now she was truly not worried about her eldest daughter having any mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts anymore, as the two of them behaved even more like mother and daughter than she and her own daughter did.

Mrs. Yu suddenly felt sorry for her son-in-law that she had not yet met.

How was he supposed to live his days in the future...

Before Mrs. Yu could snap out of it, she was already being led by the arm out of the Educated Youth Corps by Widow Zhao.

"Mother-in-law, look, this is our brigade’s headquarters, the provincial city’s match factory built a branch here, and our brigade and the neighboring brigade both can glue matchboxes. Look at that warehouse next door, that’s for the match factory..."

"Look at that newly built compound, that’s our village’s elementary school, they even hold literacy classes at night... Speaking of which, the principal of our village’s school is really impressive; she used to be the principal of the town’s high school and stepped down because of health issues, you see, when the village built a new school, she came here to be the principal..."

"Our brigade also has a production team for the textile factory, which is to make Head Flowers; for each Head Flower made, one gets ten points of wages, Xiangqin and I both work there... Oh right, Xiangqin is not only a teacher at the literacy class but also a teacher at the village school, with a monthly allowance of five yuan, plus ten points every day..."

As Mrs. Yu listened and looked around, she was full of amazement.

She had also glued matchboxes for two months; working every evening after her regular job, she could earn an extra ten or so yuan a month, but later on, the slot was taken over by a squad leader’s sister-in-law of the match factory.

Mrs. Yu was a bit puzzled: "Can the entire brigade do the matchbox gluing work?"

If during the slack season the whole family did this, could they earn thirty or forty yuan in a month? For a small place like theirs, this income almost caught up with a dual-income family.

"Yes," said Widow Zhao with a smiling nod, "we handle the matchbox gluing, box-filling, and packaging, then just deliver the finished products to the Cooperative Society, and five yuan for ten thousand boxes."

"That’s really nice," Mrs. Yu said sincerely, "It earns more than the average worker, plus you can also earn points for food."

"Of course," Widow Zhao stopped in her tracks and took Mrs. Yu’s hand, saying, "Mother-in-law, rest assured, my family can’t compare to yours, but Xiangqin definitely won’t starve in our household... I can earn seventy to eighty cents a day making Head Flowers. My son’s leg still hasn’t fully recovered, so he can’t do heavy labor, but he can still earn around ten to twenty yuan a month gluing matchboxes. Xiangqin is educated; she’ll be in charge of the family finances in the future."

"I’m thinking in a year or two, we can save some money and either let the young couple build their own house to live in or land Xiangqin a public school teacher’s job. What do you think?"

Widow Zhao rambled all of this just to lay the groundwork for these last two sentences.

Her family was poor, and with Zhao Zhuangshi’s illness, the Yu family had given two hundred yuan, Widow Zhao was worried that the in-laws might not be happy, and was afraid they might look down on them for being country folks. She couldn’t think of any reason why a city girl would have to marry her son except for money matters.

Widow Zhao was very sincere, eagerly looking at her city in-laws, desperate for approval.

Mrs. Yu was truly touched. She took Widow Zhao’s hand, speaking with newfound warmth, "Sister-in-law, I understand what you mean. Rest assured, I’ve agreed to Xiangqin marrying into your family, naturally, I also hope the young couple will have a good life. But don’t mention them living on their own in the future; Zhuangshi is your son, and Xiangqin should stay with him to take care of you when you’re old."

Widow Zhao rubbed her eyes, looking at Mrs. Yu with teary eyes, gripping her hand more firmly: "Big sister, no more words needed, just watch how I treat Xiangqin in the future... If I ever wrong this girl, you can come over and slap me anytime! If Zhuangshi dares to bully her, you don’t need to lift a finger, I’ll break his legs myself!"

"Sister-in-law!"

"Big sister!"

The two of them held hands and looked into each other’s tearful eyes, speechless with choked emotions, when they suddenly heard voices coming from behind the wall not far away:

"I love you! I want to cherish you as the apple of my eye, the treasure in my palm! If there is a time limit to be placed on this love, I hope it is..."

Upon hearing this voice, Widow Zhao’s face darkened in anger.

Her son’s voice was unmistakable to her, even across two miles!

Widow Zhao glanced back and saw Yu Xiangqin and Mr. Yu leisurely walking their way.

So, with Zhao Zhuangshi professing love behind the wall, who was the other person?

Widow Zhao had just finished swearing an oath, and being slapped in the face so quickly was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

It’s just that she didn’t quite know what to do now—Her in-laws had just started to approve of her family a little, but what about the wedding tomorrow? How would it proceed?

She ground her teeth, the sound gnashing, and racked her brains but couldn’t figure out how to handle the current situation.

Should she just pretend she hadn’t recognized the voice? After all, she hadn’t seen the face...

"Hold it, hold it, wait a minute, Zhao Zhuangshi!"

Another voice came from behind the wall.

Widow Zhao’s mentality collapsed.

This truly was a case of "speak of the devil"!

Mrs. Yu had initially felt her face flush with embarrassment upon hearing those explicit words and was about to pretend she hadn’t heard and walk away, when suddenly she heard her son-in-law’s name.

Her face became difficult to preserve, and looking at Widow Zhao, she furrowed her brow and asked, "What’s going on here? Does your brigade have another Zhao Zhuangshi?"

Seeing that she couldn’t hide it anymore, Widow Zhao rolled up her sleeves and said, "Big sister, just wait, I’ll go and see which little temptress is causing trouble here!"

With that, she pulled a thick stick from someone’s firewood stack by hand and rushed towards the wall with wind at her heels.

"Let’s change this ’treasure’ to something else, I get so hungry whenever I hear these words... Huh? Aunt Zhao?"

Widow Zhao had already raised her arm, ready to strike, but then she clearly saw the face of that "little temptress"—

Lin Nianhe.

She suddenly felt all her strength leave her, and her anger dissipated entirely.

Oh, Educated Youth Lin, there must be some misunderstanding; she couldn’t possibly be interested in her eldest son.

At this moment, Mrs. Yu also came over with a gloomy face, and upon seeing the cast on Zhao Zhuangshi’s leg and the crutch in his hand, she instantly recognized him as her actual son-in-law. Then, seeing Lin Nianhe’s delicate and pretty appearance, her brows furrowed tightly.

She observed Lin Nianhe, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Quite a beautiful young girl, dressed in a way that suggested she was an Educated Youth; this... there shouldn’t be any entanglement with Zhao Zhuangshi, right?