Chapter 52: Can I buy a little more?

Chapter 52: 52. Can I buy a little more?

Meanwhile, in the distant Jiangzhou.

A young man held a bowl, slurping down the last bit of vegetable soup.

An elderly woman beside him asked, "Son, are you really broken up?"

The young man paused. "Yeah, we're done."

The woman immediately grew anxious. "Look at you! Why make such a big fuss over a little thing? How can you take it seriously when young people argue? Besides, we're just country folk to begin with!"

"But it feels wrong in my heart."

"Mom, I wanted to say this before. When I went to Wu Qianqian's house, her parents were cold and indifferent. They felt that because I'm from the countryside and don't have a stable job, I'm not good enough for her."

"I stayed there for a few days, and it felt quite miserable."

The speaker was indeed Wu Qianqian's ex-boyfriend, Xin Jun.

Xin's mother felt a bit uncomfortable.

However, she still tried to persuade him: "You're a young man, what is there to fear in enduring a little grievance? Her parents raised her like a precious treasure; if she's going to marry you and bear your children, shouldn't she endure a little hardship so she knows how to cherish you?"

"When your father married me, he worked the fields for your grandfather for three years straight before your grandfather finally relented."

"Look, did your father lose out? I'm so capable! My cooking is delicious. How much does our farmhouse agritainment business earn throughout the year? Doesn't it all depend on me?"

Xin Jun fell silent.

His father had injured his leg in a car accident previously, and it still pained him from time to time, so he truly couldn't do much physical labor.

But his mother's words were only meant for private conversation; when facing his father, she still checked on him with warmth every single day...

He simply felt that this family atmosphere was wonderful, and he wanted to find a girl who was straightforward and didn't hide things, which is how he gradually got to know Wu Qianqian.

It was just that once a conflict arises between a young couple, the relationship shatters.

"Try communicating with Qianqian again. Some things are fine once they are spoken clearly. If she's wrong, reason with her. Ask Qianqian when it's convenient for her to come visit our home. Even though we're in the countryside, this farmhouse is quite large. I've saved up over a million for you; you can use it to buy a house or for work on Qianqian's side."

"Your father and I are still young; there's no need for you to stay home with us every day."

Some families raise sons or daughters and are unwilling to let go, feeling they can only be at peace if the child is right before their eyes.

But Xin's parents had always been easygoing; as long as their son lived well, it didn't matter where they were.

Raising a son wasn't purely for old-age security, but also for companionship and growth. Besides, they were busy and enjoying their agritainment business; they didn't particularly want to live with young people.

Of course, Xin's mother couldn't articulate these grand philosophies, but she felt her son was a good man, and any girl he took a liking to couldn't be too bad.

Who hasn't had a moment of speaking without thinking? Can't they just change?

Seeing that his mother was about to continue persuading him, Xin Jun could no longer bear it and finally told the truth

"Mom, it's not just about that! Back then, she called me a country bumpkin. Later, I got angry and we had a conflict, and Qianqian actually apologized."

Xin's mother was puzzled. "Then why are you being so petty? She apologized, and you still won't forgive her!"

Xin Jun gave a bitter smile. "But we had just reconciled. That night, I took her out to eat, and she ran into an old classmate on the way."

The two of them just chatted casually.

But at that moment, seeing Wu Qianqian's expression, Xin Jun felt increasingly uneasy.

Exchanging pleasantries with an old classmate is usually a good thing, but Wu Qianqian insisted on using a hesitant, half-spoken tone

"Do you remember Song Tan from our high school days?"

"I'm telling you, she's become so beautiful now. It's just that, sometimes, family circumstances really hold one back."

"Not to mention her family is from the countryside, she even has a disabled younger brother—her parents must be incredibly harsh. I heard Song Tan used to work in Ningcheng, but the other day I saw her at the vegetable market selling vegetables with a disabled brother!"

"The vegetable prices were quite high, too; she's clearly using her disabled brother to gain sympathy."

"If you ask me, her parents must be forcing her to take care of him. Otherwise, with Song Tan's looks, landing a wealthy husband would be a piece of cake!"

Such gossip, especially when stepping on someone else's pain, is always the easiest for the public to consume.

The old classmate thus got carried away, and the two became more and more in sync.

Finally, as they were leaving, the two even said pretentiously, "Why don't we organize a class reunion sometime? If things are truly difficult, there are crowdfunding platforms now; we could donate some money."

Xin Jun felt terrible at that moment.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling; he just looked at his girlfriend, who was in a great mood and even humming a song, and suddenly she felt like a stranger.

On the way home, he voiced his opinion

"Qianqian, I don't think it's good for you to talk about our classmate like that."

"I saw that although your classmate has a brother with her, her overall state is very positive; she doesn't seem oppressed or treated harshly at home."

"Moreover, she has a great relationship with her brother, and her vegetables are so popular; it's not about gaining sympathy."

"Talking to your old classmate like that tonight, and even suggesting donations—isn't that a bit hurtful?"

He felt he was being very reasonable, but in Wu Qianqian's eyes, it ignited a raging fire—

She thought: *[Why are you observing her so closely? Have you developed feelings for her? Do you have other intentions?*

*I am your girlfriend; you should support me unconditionally!*

*Song Tan intentionally didn't sell me vegetables that day to make me lose face. Not only did you fail to stand up for your girlfriend, but now you're actually criticizing me?!]*

Wu Qianqian's expression suddenly turned sharp.

"Fine! I knew that because she's pretty, your mind started wandering! Otherwise, with so many vendors in the market, why did you insist on buying from her?"

"What, you think because she's a country girl with a disabled brother, she's easy to manipulate? For all we know, she wouldn't even ask for a bride price and would just marry into your mountain village to serve your parents!"

...

After saying all this, Xin Jun finally sighed

"Mom, I know she wants to talk about 'feelings' with me, asking me to love her without logic, but I can't do it."

"Just the thought of Qianqian saying I want to trick someone into marrying into a poor mountain village makes me feel sick."

"I know how she sees me. She thinks I don't understand brands, that I don't have much living expenses, and that when I say my family has money, I'm just acting rich in front of her. She says she's always been condescendingly tolerant of me..."

"I went to her house for dinner and told her parents to invite Qianqian to come visit their hometown for a trip, thinking it would be a good chance for them to see her. As a result, her mother said in front of all the relatives: 'Nowadays, many female college students are being tricked into the countryside like this...'"

As Xin Jun spoke, he felt helpless.

"Mom, what can I do?"

He liked Wu Qianqian, but not to the point of being obsessed. In the end, they could only part ways like this.

Having heard all this, Xin's mother also felt they were truly incompatible.

Although she believed that when marrying a daughter-in-law, one should show sincerity and that enduring a little grievance was nothing, she felt that such grievances could be physical or financial, but they should not include one's dignity.

After thinking it over, she asked cautiously

"Then, since you've broken up, can I buy a little more of this Chinese milk vetch?"

She wanted to blanch them and freeze them first, so that each table of guests could be served a bowl of milk vetch soup. If she did it steadily, she could definitely earn quite a bit more...