Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 320 Unlucky Female Educated Youth 20_1

Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Unlucky Female Educated Youth 20_1

With the train’s whistle blowing, Huang Lei let out a long sigh of relief, "I’ve finally made it home."

Although there was no sweaty odor on the train this time, the downside of not opening the windows was that the scent in the carriage was really not very pleasant.

If it hadn’t been for occasionally opening the window and getting off to walk around, she really thought she was about done.

Moreover, on the train there was all sorts of difficulty stretching out one’s legs, which was as troublesome as it gets.

"I’ll help you," Zhao Aoran offered as he saw Huang Lei stand up with a sluggish motion and promptly picked up her belongings for her.

Could it be, so kindhearted? Huang Lei watched Zhao Aoran’s retreating figure, feeling it was all so surreal.

It was truly unexpected, and she couldn’t understand why it was happening.

Could it be that the many experiences she’d had recently, the numerous setbacks she’d encountered, had changed her completely?

Huang Lei was puzzled, and Wang Nan and Fan Xiaofei were equally baffled as to why he didn’t help Wang Nan with her luggage.

But they didn’t dare to make a sound, nor did they dare to hold Zhao Aoran back, as he looked completely gloomy, in a state that seemed ready to snap at any moment.

Following behind Zhao Aoran, Huang Lei passed by Wang Nan and the others, "Aren’t you leaving?"

Wang Nan got up quickly, "We’re about to go."

Wang Nan, carrying her own parcel, thought that since Huang Lei had her hands free, maybe she could help carry the basket.

But when she looked up, she realized Huang Lei was already gone, walking behind Zhao Aoran.

"That’s really unfair." Clearly not carrying anything, so why couldn’t she help carry some things for her?

She looked up at Fan Xiaofei, hoping he might help carry some items.

Fan Xiaofei sighed softly and took the parcel from her, "I’m going back directly after this, so I won’t be seeing you off."

What? Upon hearing this, Wang Nan immediately bristled, "How can you not see me off?"

"If you don’t see me off, what am I going to do with my things?" Why did she bring so much stuff home this time if not with the expectation that someone would help carry it?

To her shock, aside from Fan Xiaofei, no one was there to help, and now at the station, this lack of assistance was too much for Wang Nan to bear.

"Didn’t your family come to pick you up?" Fan Xiaofei couldn’t help but ask.

"They are all busy with work," Wang Nan said in bewilderment. At this time, there was no vacation, so she couldn’t possibly ask her family to take a leave, that would mean docking their pay.

This wasn’t acceptable, that wasn’t possible, and suddenly Fan Xiaofei felt that maybe Wang Nan wasn’t really suitable for him or his family.

If his family was still as it had been, Wang Nan’s concerns wouldn’t be an issue at all, but now, given the situation at home and his role as the eldest son, he had to shoulder some responsibilities.

Wang Nan knew his financial situation yet didn’t consider that he needed to take care of his family, only emphasizing how her own family had difficulties.

"I’ll take you to the bus," said Fan Xiaofei, unable to utter heartless words after so many years together.

Take her to the bus? "But I have to transfer buses," Wang Nan held back all her dissatisfaction.

"It’s been a long time since I visited home; I want to know how things are there," Fan Xiaofei insisted.

Seeing Fan Xiaofei’s determination, Wang Nan could only agree helplessly.

Zhao Aoran, aware that Huang Lei’s family had come to pick her up, set down her things a little away from the exit, "I’m leaving."

He strode towards the exit, and Huang Lei watched his retreating figure, "Alright, he really is a good person."

As someone who disliked owing favors, she thought, "When I return to the farm, I’ll bring him some food."

The old master’s cooking skills were still up to par; Zhao Aoran and the others had all tasted the old Huang’s cooking.

Huang Lei, shouldering her basket and carrying a parcel, followed the crowd out of the station and was just about to look around for someone to pick her up.

"Xiao Lei." Huang Dapeng had arrived at the station early that morning, just so he could pick up Huang Lei as soon as possible.

Following the direction of the voice, Huang Lei saw a robust old man waving at her.

Truly, he stood out among the crowd, the most dashing old master. Basket on her back, Huang Lei quickly rushed over, "Grandpa."

Huang Dapeng immediately took the heavy basket from Huang Lei, "So heavy." After weighing it briefly, he felt it must be at least twenty pounds.

"It’s fine. Zhao Aoran saw that I was wobbly from sitting on the train all day and helped me carry my things to the exit."

Huang Lei explained, as many people had seen them; there was no need for secrecy or anything that couldn’t be spoken of.

Zhao Aoran helped carry it? The old master, who cared a lot for Huang Lei, of course knew who Zhao Aoran was and knew that the so-called friend mentioned by his granddaughter really disliked her.

"Was it Wang Nan who asked him to help?" If Wang Nan hadn’t spoken up, Huang Dapeng didn’t think Zhao Aoran would have offered to help voluntarily.

"No, on our trip back, I was with my two roommates and Zhao Aoran, we faced each other. Wang Nan and Fan Xiaofei were sitting elsewhere."

Ah, so it wasn’t Wang Nan who had suggested it? This puzzled Huang Dapeng a bit.

"Something happened." While they pushed the bike loaded with goods toward home, Huang Lei briefly mentioned the events that had occurred on the farm.

Although she had written home before, she had largely omitted mentioning incidents from the farm.

Upon hearing that Zhao Aoran actually had to haul manure on the farm, and that the Zhao Family had not provided him any assistance, Huang Dapeng suddenly understood, "No wonder these past few days, whenever I saw the Zhao Family extending invitations, they always included the other descendants."

"This is giving up on Zhao Aoran." Although the old master came from humble beginnings, as someone who started learning cooking from a master chef early on and frequented grand households, he had seen much more of the world.

"Yes, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this." If the Zhao Family had not given up on him, would Zhao Aoran be in this situation?

One couldn’t tell if such experiences were a blessing or a curse for Zhao Aoran.

Walking the path back home, Zhao Aoran found himself surprisingly calm, whereas he thought he would be very angry the closer he got to home.

The past few months’ experience of hauling manure had taught him that, separated from his family, he had no capital or strength, and falling out with them would bring no benefits at all.

The family could abandon him, offer him no resources; likewise, it would be easy for them to destroy him.

Taking a deep breath, even if his family had given up on him, he could not give up on himself, otherwise his life would be over.

He had to show those who laughed at him that he, Zhao Aoran, would not fall so easily; he was the one who most resembled the old master of the family.

Not only did he resemble him in temperament, but in personality as well. He would definitely, just like the old master, carve out a niche of his own.

He would show the Zhao Family that choosing others over him would be their loss.

He couldn’t be hasty or angry; he had to act pitiful, as only then could he get something out of his family.

As for the idle chatter of his relatives, he truly didn’t care; these days, he had heard too many such comments and seen too many faces turn against him.