frightfiction Chapter 1453 Returning to the Dealer's Home, Conflicts and Friction
Chapter 1453 Returning to the Dealer's Home, Conflicts and Friction
In the end, all he took was a small bag and Mu Ning's book.
After getting into the car, Mu Ning sighed, "Finally, I'm going back to being among people. Hehe, that's great."
It felt like she was accompanying Zhuang Shiyuan in his reclusion, and now that they're out, she's overjoyed.
Zhuang Shiyuan placed his hand on the back of her hand, wrapped it around Mu Ning's hand, and said, "As long as you're happy. If you don't like living here, we can move out again."
Nowadays, no one lives with their parents anymore; which young person doesn't live alone?
"I'm not uncomfortable with anything, I just take things as they come," Mu Ning said with a smile.
Zhuang Shiyuan didn't speak, but Mu Ning remembered what the Third Madam had said and quickly agreed, "The Third Madam said we should get married at the end of the year, and I can't refuse. I said I'd listen to you, so please don't agree, okay?"
"..."
Zhuang Shiyuan didn't quite process her words at first, and stared blankly for a long while before slowly looking at her, "You don't want to?"
“I’m very fat!” Mu Ning said seriously.
She can tell the truth to Zhuang Shiyuan, but with the Third Madam, are you expecting her to say that she thinks she's too fat to wear a wedding dress and therefore doesn't want to get married?
"..."
Zhuang Shiyuan took a few seconds to process the connection between her words and the matter, just like before. "So, when are you going to agree? After you lose weight?"
At this rate of weight loss, he might have to wait a lifetime.
Mu Ning bit her lip, smiled sweetly, and moved closer to him, hugging his arm as she asked, "Is it okay? Is it okay?"
Zhuang Shiyuan remained silent. "It's been too long. I'm afraid something might change."
"What could possibly change? Hasn't the most likely time for something to change already passed?" Mu Ning immediately retorted. Any day in these four years could have brought unforeseen changes, but everything's fine now, isn't it?
Wait, she seems to have overlooked the important point, the important point!
The key point is, "How can you talk for so long? Do you think I can't lose weight?"
She grabbed Zhuang Shiyuan's clothes and glared at him like a grumpy wildcat, glaring and glaring!
"Fine, whatever you say." Zhuang Shiyuan conceded.
Mu Ning felt that Zhuang Shiyuan was not sincere at all, and ignored him the whole way.
Upon arriving at the farmhouse, they immediately began eating. It was already one o'clock, and everyone was starving. At the table, Huo Yan kept piling food onto Mu Ning's plate.
"Eat more, eat at noon if you're going to eat, and eat less at night. You need to control your weight, or you might not be able to find a wedding dress in your size."
Well, the Third Madam's words are truly hurtful without leaving a trace.
Zhuang Shijue laughed heartily, "Ms. Huo, you're absolutely right! Remember how that fat woman made a dress look so bad at Miss Huo's wedding, insisting that Fatty Mu be her bridesmaid? Hahaha..."
Mu Ning's face flushed red and then turned pale. Her hand holding the spoon trembled slightly with anger. She buried her head and gently bit her lip.
Seeing this, Huo Yan turned and gave Zhuang Shijue a warning look, "Don't say another word!"
“To be honest,” Zhuang Shijue said, raising his eyebrows.
The third wife glanced at Zhuang Shiyuan, who was eating in silence, and then glared at the youngest son. He used to be able to joke around, but now the family situation has changed. Could he please keep his mouth shut for the time being?
Zhuang Shiyuan picked up a piece of Dongpo pork and put it into Mu Ning's bowl. Dongpo pork is one of the Zhuang family chef's signature dishes. The pork is tender and soft, melts in your mouth, is fatty but not greasy, and has a fresh and delicious flavor. The sauce under the pork is thick and fragrant, and the flavor is very good. However, Huo Yan and Shiqi basically only eat one piece to try, because they have to maintain their figures.
Even so, Mu Ning would eat a bowl of it, and she especially liked it. She ate it with fragrant rice, and the taste was absolutely amazing.
But today...
Mu Ning pushed her rice bowl away, "Don't eat anymore, I'm so fat, this is for you guys..."
Zhuang Shiyuan suddenly became angry. He remained silent for a moment, then calmly continued to put meat on her plate. She liked braised pork knuckle, so Zhuang Shiyuan also put some on her plate.
"I don't mind," Zhuang Shiyuan said in a low voice, without even glancing at the others at the table.
I'm furious, really furious!
So for the past four years, everyone has been making fun of her like this? Is it satisfying to watch her retract her head like a turtle?
Why doesn't the Third Madam care about Zhuang Laoyao's behavior? There are only living, breathing people in the family, and not a single one of them speaks up for her?
Mu Ning slightly raised her eyes, glancing at Zhuang Shiyuan with teary eyes, her expression filled with endless grievance and pitifulness.
"I'll just eat one piece then, I can't gain any more weight." She's determined to lose weight.
“I don’t mind,” Zhuang Shiyuan said in a low voice.
What's there to lose? She didn't complain at all about his awful state today, so why would he complain about her? Their mutual commitment is enough. What do these gossipy busybodies have to do with them?
Mu Ning bit her lip and didn't reply.
She knew he didn't mind, but she did. She didn't look good in her clothes. In the photos taken at the young lady's wedding, she was practically an oddity among the best man and maid of honor. She disliked herself, let alone others.
Because of what happened at noon, Zhuang Shiyuan didn't say a word all afternoon and stayed in his room without going out, while Mu Ning was writing her thesis.
Zhuang Shiyuan took it to heart, but Mu Ning forgot about it immediately. A good night's sleep and it was all gone; she was back to her usual cheerful self. Zhuang Shiyuan was upset, but she didn't notice. He was often silent, especially today, so she was busy with her thesis and didn't pay much attention to him.
Zhuang Zhoucheng returned in the afternoon, and he seemed very happy.
Huo Yan greeted him at the door, hugged him, and then helped him take off his coat and held it in her arms.
"I thought you were coming home at your usual time after get off work, so dinner wasn't ready in the kitchen yet," Huo Yan said softly, looking at her husband.
Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled, bent down and gently hugged his wife, "It's alright, it's good that you're back."
He's finally back. Instead of staying there with his son, he thought of him, and this made Zhuang Zhoucheng very happy.
To surprise Third Master, Huo Yan specifically instructed Zai An and Zai Ren to only report to her, and not to mention that the children had been brought back. Therefore, Zhuang Zhoucheng was unaware that the children had returned.
"Would you like some soup to warm you up?" Huo Yan asked.
"Okay," Zhuang Zhou replied, changed his shoes, and walked into the hall with his wife.
Huo Yan handed her coat to the aunt who came over, asked her to hang it up, and went into the kitchen. Zhuang Zhoucheng then followed her into the dining room.
Not long after, Huo Yan came out with a bowl of hot soup. Zhuang Zhoucheng asked, "Have you seen Shiyuan? How is his recovery?"
"You've been in the capital the whole time, so why did you only go to see him the day he woke up? Third Master, even though our son is all grown up, he still holds grudges. He's been silent all day, refusing to speak to any of us. He's sulking, deliberately not talking and ignoring everyone," Huo Yan sighed softly.
How could she not understand her son's thoughts? How could she not harbor resentment?