Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

Chapter 118 Can't Escape?
Qu Qiuran, who had originally made up his mind to go to Shihe Village, had no time to go because of the cancellation of the cooperation with Jiang Chuanhai.

Lu Dingyuan was going to study in a hundred private schools, and after saying goodbye to Qu Qiuran, he was secretly excited for a while, and then he returned to his usual appearance, and started walking around the town with Liu Qingcao.

"Dingyuan, after going to Baijia private school, you live in a dormitory with more than a dozen people every day, can you get used to it?"

Holding a stack of books in her hands, Liu Qingcao turned her head and saw Lu Dingyuan following quietly behind her, and asked a question with concern.

"Sister Qingcao, don't worry, I can get used to it." Lu Dingyuan nodded.

If he can't get used to living in Baijia private school, then he can't get used to living in Lu's house even more.

At home, not to mention being used as a laborer by his mother every day, and even being rejected, I feel so wronged when I think about it.

"Okay, I'm afraid you won't be used to living and eating."

Liu Qingcao habitually reached out and touched Lu Dingyuan's head, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Jiang's house, in the lobby.

Jiang Wei lay dying on the bench, his clothes were torn on his back, and strands of blood were soaked out.

Beside him, there was a woman kneeling, dressed gracefully and elegantly, even when she was kneeling, the curves of her body were uneven, making it difficult to move one's eyes.

"Master, why is this? Wei'er is your son, how could you bear to beat him like this?"

The woman covered her face and cried, her delicate makeup was stained by tears, and her black eyes were filled with tears, making her look even more pitiful.

Jiang Chuanhai sat in the main seat, staring down at the woman who was crying so hard, her expression was as calm as water.

"Mother, it hurts..." Jiang Wei woke up slowly, but the pain in his back was so dense that he almost fainted again.

He didn't know why, why his father, who had always loved him like his life, didn't listen to his explanation, but listened to the nonsense of an outsider.

Thinking of that woman, Jiang Wei's eyes became sharp. He remembered this grudge.

"Wei'er, don't be afraid. Mother has invited a doctor for you, and he will be here soon." Zhou Xiu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her eyes to look at her son distressedly, and gently stroked his back with green and slender fingers.

"Zhou Xiuyun, get out!" Jiang Chuanhai looked at Zhou Xiuyun dissatisfied, and his tone was full of disgust.

Zhou Xiuyun froze when she heard the sound, and stared blankly at the man in front of her.

A moment later, Zhou Xiuyun bit her red lips tightly, got up from the ground weakly, opened her mouth hesitantly, opened her mouth, and finally sighed with red eyes, and walked out of the lobby three steps at a time.

Jiang Wei frowned and looked at the back of his mother leaving, feeling very sad.

Only now did he realize that his mother was in such a difficult situation in this family.

"Wei'er, tell me."

In Jiang Chuanhai's voice, there was still faint anger, but his eyes were no longer as cold as before.

"Father, I didn't push Lu Dingyuan away."

Jiang Wei choked with sobs, full of grievances.

Jiang Chuanhai looked at him calmly without opening his mouth.

Seeing that his father was unmoved, Jiang Wei told the story from beginning to end, of course, omitting the process of Qu Qiuran beating and scolding him.

Jiang Chuanhai listened quietly, without any disturbance on his face.

After Jiang Wei finished speaking, Jiang Chuanhai shut his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

"So, you were the one who caused trouble first?"

Jiang Wei's heart trembled, and he lowered his head anxiously, not daring to look directly into his father's eyes.

"Dad, I"

"Okay, since you can't listen to what I said, then heal your injury and stay at home."

Jiang Chuanhai interrupted Jiang Wei's words, looking at his incompetent son in front of him, extremely disappointed.

It seemed that it would be impossible to entrust the rest of my life to this scoundrel.

Jiang Chuanhai took a deep look in the direction of Luohuayuan, and walked away.

"Father!" Jiang Wei came back to his senses, and found that his father had gone far away, and shouted to the outside unwillingly.

Jiang Chuanhai heard the voice, kept walking, and disappeared from Jiang Wei's sight.

"Father doesn't care about me? Why, just because I caused trouble and made father angry?" Jiang Wei fell to the ground, staring outside with dull eyes, muttering in his mouth.

"Wei'er, why are you lying on the ground? Get up quickly. Mother has called a doctor for you." Zhou Xiuyun went back and forth, and before he got close, he saw Jiang Wei lying on the ground in a daze, feeling pain in his heart, and hurried forward He held the person in his arms.

Jiang Wei raised his head and looked at Zhou Xiuyun.

"Mother, father told me to stay at home, don't go out in the future..."

Zhou Xiuyun said with a trembling voice upon hearing this.

"Wei'er, is this what your father said?"

Jiang Wei nodded, surrounded by grief and sorrow, unable to retreat for a long time.

"Mother, you have suffered all these years."

"Wei'er, mother will not suffer if she has you."

Zhou Xiuyun's eyes were soft, her plump lips moved slightly, and the sadness that had been hidden in her heart for many years turned into smoke at this moment, drowning in this sentence.

In Luohuayuan, the autumn wind swayed, and the fiery red begonias supported the golden four-season chrysanthemum, which added the charm of spring to the courtyard that was originally full of autumn.

"Xiangtao, do you think this crabapple flower is beautiful?" Tang Wanyue folded off the most beautiful branch and played with it in her hand, her beautiful eyes moved slightly.

"Aunt Yue, beautiful flowers are more beautiful than people." Xiang Tao smiled and stepped forward, breaking off a branch and pinning it on Tang Wanyue's bun.

"Aunt Yue, it's so pretty!"

With star eyes, Xiangtao praised sincerely.

Tang Wanyue couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

"You little mouth, you can't wipe it with honey today, you're talking nonsense."

"Aunt Yue is already beautiful, but she is even more beautiful when she wears this crabapple flower. What nonsense are you slaves talking about?"

Xiangtao pouted and retorted.

Tang Wanyue chuckled, and put the begonia in her hand on Xiangtao's head.

"Yes, my Xiangtao is not talking nonsense, let's go, we should get busy."

"Yes, Aunt Yue." Xiang Tao tilted her head, seeing the Begonia flowers firmly held in her hair, she stopped tidying up and hurriedly followed Tang Wanyue's pace.

In Luohuayuan, one master and one servant left, and Jiang Chuanhai entered the courtyard behind.

Seeing a courtyard full of flowers blooming, and the fragrance of flowers lingering around his nose, the depressed mood in Jiang Chuanhai's heart gradually calmed down.

"Wanyue, what are you doing?" Jiang Chuanhai stepped across the threshold and saw a flower on Tang Wanyue's head. It was bright red, and it complemented her fair skin and beauty, making her even more charming.

Tang Wanyue's hands froze, and a flash of hatred flashed in her eyes. After a while, she covered up her emotions and revealed a smile, her beautiful eyes flowing.

"Master, this concubine is serving matcha tea."

"Matcha? What is it for?" Jiang Chuanhai waved his hand towards Xiangtao and walked forward.

Xiangtao raised her eyes, and looked at her master worriedly, feeling entangled in her heart.

Tang Wanyue winked at her, signaling her not to worry, and after receiving Tang Wanyue's words, she walked out of the room slowly and stood outside the door to wait.

"Master, matcha is useless, at least I have nothing to do, doing things to pass the time."

Jiang Chuanhai lowered his head, looking at her delicate and charming, white and delicate oval face, ripples appeared in his heart.

"I'm here, Wanyue doesn't have to kill time."

"Master, do you want some tea? My concubine roasted it with her own hands recently. It tastes great." Tang Wanyue quietly avoided Jiang Chuanhai's sight, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and opened the drawer.

In the drawer, there were many bottles and cans. Tang Wanyue looked at the can of old tea in the corner, turned sideways, and blocked the view of the people behind her, and quickly passed her fingers over it.

"Master, try it?"

Tang Wanyue raised her head, smiling like a flower, Jiang Chuanhai looked down, her breath stagnated.

This face is so beautiful, it is worthy of being the number one beauty in the county.

"Okay, then I'll try it and see how Wanyue's craftsmanship is."

"Yes, master, please wait a moment, this concubine is going to steal tea right now."

Tang Wanyue was overjoyed when she heard the words, but her face was as calm as usual.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Tang Wanyue was holding a pot of tea, her skirt brushed the ground lightly, and her steps were light.

"Master, the concubine has kept the master waiting for a long time."

"Nothing, only half a quarter of an hour."

Jiang Chuanhai took the teapot from her hand and poured himself a cup.

"How can I let the master do it, let the concubine do it."

Tang Wanyue stepped forward with a smile, put her hand on Jiang Chuanhai's shoulder, and pressed it gently and forcefully.

Jiang Chuanhai enjoyed the warmth of the fingers on his shoulder, the corners of his mouth raised.

"It's still Wanyue's strength in pressing her shoulders that won my heart."

Jiang Chuanhai picked up the tea on the table, sipped it in small sips, and Tang Wanyue refilled another cup in due course.

"Master, how about this tea, do you still like it?"

"I like it. I like everything Wanyue made." Jiang Chuanhai smiled, and stretched out his hand to stop Tang Wanyue's waist, and brought her into his arms.

Tang Wanyue was startled and panicked.

Can't escape?
(End of this chapter)