The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 330 Song Tingwan Confess

After having a meal, Wen Luozhi and Song Tingwan lay on a large rock and chatted.

Song Tingwan turned her head to look at Wen Luozhi and suddenly said, "Luozhi, actually I ran away from my arranged marriage."

She didn't want to talk about it, but they were really good to her and she didn't want to hide anything from them.

Wen Luozhi sat up in surprise, but lay back down in just a few breaths.

She didn't speak, but Song Tingwan started talking.

Hearing that her mother had passed away when she was very young, Wen Luozhi couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Because she was also an orphan, but her parents died early and no one took care of her.

Wen Luozhi was about to say that at least you still have a father, but then she heard Song Tingwan say that her father was going to marry her off to a fool.

"Damn it!" She sat up and punched the tree trunk so hard that the fruit on the tree fell down in a rush.

Song Tingwan swallowed hard and sat up to comfort her:

"My father loves me very much; he doesn't know that the young master is an idiot."

She sighed and continued, "That person only told my father that the young master had a minor ailment and would be fine after taking a few doses of medicine."

She would have believed it if she hadn't seen Meng Jingyang having an episode once.

That's hardly a minor illness! Do people with minor illnesses grab and smash anything they can get their hands on, roll on the ground, or stand up and bang their heads against the wall?

What was even more terrifying was yet to come. Meng Jingyang returned to normal in no time, completely unaware of what had happened or what he had done just moments before.

Wen Luozhi frowned. "Isn't this just a marriage scam?"

"Putting aside Meng Jingyang's mental illness, he's also not good-looking."

"Once that head fell to the ground, it took several servants to pull it up."

Song Tingwan recalled Meng Jingyang's appearance and quickly glanced at the pleasing Wen Zizhou not far away.

After she calmed down, she started talking about Li Yunwan again, and when she mentioned Aunt Wan, a smile finally appeared on her face.

Wen Luozhi listened quietly to her finish speaking, and then said, "Then your father and the others will definitely come looking for us."

"Maybe it's not just your family, it's the same in that idiot's family too."

You need to be prepared.

Song Tingwan nodded; she had already decided to leave in a few days.

As for where to go, the farther the better, of course.

With no secrets left in her heart, Song Tingwan felt much more relaxed; otherwise, she always felt guilty when accepting kindness from others.

After they had played enough, they went down the mountain. Xie He had come back from town to see his two grandsons, and dinner was already halfway done.

Wen Luozhi pulled her to sit down in the courtyard and told her to rest. "Mother, I'll do the rest."

Xie He knew that she meant what she said, so she nodded and drank the tea in her hand.

Song Tingwan across from her immediately became flustered. Xie He couldn't help but laugh at her nervousness, "Little girl, don't be nervous. Auntie won't eat you."

"She doesn't eat people, but she kills them," Wen Zizhou muttered with a sneer as soon as she finished speaking.

Xie He remained unfazed and still smiled, but she reached out and pinched Wen Zizhou's back hard, causing Wen Zizhou to nearly jump up in pain.

"Hmm? What's wrong, third brother? Is there a nail on the stool?" she asked with a forced smile.

Wen Zizhou felt uneasy under her gaze, so he quickly waved his hand and sat up properly.

Upon seeing this, Song Tingwan chuckled softly, and she felt less nervous.

Xie He heard Wen Luozhi say that the well-behaved girl in front of her had been going to see her third son these past few days.

She was overjoyed, but seeing that Wen Zizhou had resumed his unseemly sitting posture, she slapped him on the back of the head again.

"Have you lost your backbone? Sit up straight for me, you old hag."

You have to present a good image in front of a girl, right?

To be honest, even if God gave him this physical appearance, it was all for nothing...

Wen Zizhou had no idea what was wrong with his mother today; she just looked at him with a strange expression.

He always sits like this, and I've never seen her complain about it!

How strange!

There are outsiders watching, doesn't he have any pride?

He sat down reluctantly, his lips pouting so much they could hold an oil lamp.

When it was time to eat, Wen Zizhou was the first to rush over and sit down.

When Song Tingwan arrived, Xie He warmly pulled her to sit down, saying, "Tingwan, sit next to your auntie, and I'll serve you some food."

When Song Tingwan saw that Wen Zizhou was next to her, she was about to decline, but Xie He had already pressed her down to sit down and stuffed the chopsticks into her hands.

A chicken leg suddenly appeared in the bowl, and Song Tingwan quickly looked up. "My mom said she'd give you one."

Wen Zizhou happily munched on his chicken leg, completely oblivious to Xie He's intentions.

Song Tingwan thanked him quietly, but Xie He's enthusiasm almost overwhelmed her.

The food in the bowl was overflowing, but Xie He's hand holding the chopsticks didn't stop moving.

Wen Zizhou looked at his own bowl in a daze, then at Song Tingwan's bowl.

Why doesn't his mother serve him any food since he hasn't been home for so long?

This is as if Song Tingwan is her second daughter.

Wen Luozhi ate her rice while watching the show, and the rest of the family did the same, though they were a little more restrained than her.

Song Tingwan noticed everyone's gaze and blushed slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Wen Zizhou's bowl was empty.

"Oh, I see!" Her eyes lit up with sudden realization, and she pushed her chicken leg in front of Wen Zizhou.

That way, no one will be watching her anymore, right? Her bowl already has so much food; do you all think Aunt Xie is being biased?

They thought that would be fine, but after she did that, everyone turned to look at her.

Xie He coughed lightly, and everyone buried their heads back in their rice, but their ears perked up.

Wen Zizhou acted as if nothing had happened, politely said thank you, and then picked up a chicken leg and ate it with relish.

Song Tingwan blinked and glanced at him a few times before continuing to eat.

She slept with Wen Luozhi that night, and was so excited that she talked for a long time before falling asleep.

There was a lot of noise downstairs early in the morning, and Wen Luozhi was also woken up by it.

The two exchanged a glance, quickly got up, dressed, and went downstairs.

At the gate of the courtyard, Huang Cuihua threw a large bunch of vegetable stalks on the ground and put her hands on her hips, shouting, "Your dead geese ate all my vegetables!"

"If you don't give me an explanation, this isn't going to end well today!"

Huang Cuihua sat on the steps, her voice booming, "Everyone, come and judge! This rich person is ruining other people's vegetables!"

She shouted, and the nearest old lady, Aunt Wang, came out.

"What are you making such a racket so early in the morning, Cuihua?"

She asked a question, and Huang Cuihua immediately cried out, "This is outrageous! Their geese ate the vegetables in my field!"

"It's so pitiful that I can't even bear to eat it myself!"

Aunt Wang looked over, and Xie He gestured with her lip. When she saw the vegetable stalks on the ground, she was speechless.

It's just a bunch of green vegetables, is it really necessary to make such a racket so early in the morning?

"Stop howling, I have some of these vegetables in my field, go and pick a couple."

Aunt Wang said something nonchalantly, and Huang Cuihua immediately jumped up from the ground.

"What do you mean 'go to your field and pluck a few handfuls'? What business is it of yours what their geese eat!"

"Besides, I'm saving those vegetables to sell for money!"

Now everyone understood what she was thinking. Wen Muchuan straightened his clothes and asked, "How much silver do you want?"

Huang Cuihua was delighted, a calculating glint in her eyes. "Brother Wen really knows how to handle things!"

"Let's get straight to the point, I put a lot of thought into this dish."

"You only gave me five..."

"Ah, give me ten taels of silver."