If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Lin Fengjiao's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost.

Her voice was shrill with disbelief: "You, how could your face look like this? Aren't you an ugly monster? Where did your birthmark go?!"

Wen Yao was also surprised to see her there, and glanced at Jiang Lie.

Jiang Lie also looked up at her, his gaze focused and frank: "I didn't ask her to come, we just happened to run into her. Have you finished picking the fruit? Let's go back."

"You wanted to eat fish, right? I'll go catch you a crucian carp."

"Okay, let's go."

No one answered Lin Fengjiao's question, as if they hadn't even noticed her, and they walked away side by side.

Lin Fengjiao watched their backs; one was tall and intellectual, the other looked like a wild beast. Surprisingly, they were harmonious and beautiful. Her expression changed and then became very ugly.

Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, he said, "How could this be? She's actually so beautiful! So the rumors in the brigade are true. Wen Yao isn't an ugly monster."

"Then why does she pretend to be ugly? She's so hypocritical, she doesn't even dare to show her real face."

They were unwilling to admit that they were feeling panicked and jealous.

She stomped her feet but had no interest in digging for wild vegetables. She carried her vegetable basket and ran all the way home, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to her.

When Lin Jianguo and his wife returned home after finishing their work, the kitchen was cold and empty, with no hot food in sight. They frowned slightly as they entered the house: "Fengjiao, why didn't you make dinner?"

Zhang Lan entered the house and saw that her daughter was still sleeping. Helplessly, she called out, "Fengjiao, didn't I tell you to cook at home? What are you doing here, not cooking dinner?"

"Your dad and I are tired after a day's work. We don't expect you to work in the fields to avoid getting a tan. At least you should cook at home. It's not tiring."

"Feng Jiao, get up! Why are you still sleeping?"

Lin Fengjiao jumped up and sat up abruptly, her eyes red and swollen like peaches, startling Zhang Lan.

"Fengjiao, who bullied you? Why are you crying like this?"

"Who else could it be? Why did you all keep this from me? Wen Yao isn't ugly at all. How could she be so beautiful? Why did Jiang Lie, that illiterate man, marry someone so pretty?"

"Wen Yao is out of her mind. With her looks, she could marry anyone, but she had to pick up the man I didn't want, right? How shameless! It makes me so angry."

Zhang Lan frowned, puzzled, and said, "Feng Jiao, you've already divorced Jiang Lie. It's none of your business who he's with. Why are you so angry about this?"

Lin Fengjiao choked up and said, "I don't care. Anyway, the man I don't want shouldn't be wanted by any other woman, especially not such a slutty and seductive woman."

"...Feng Jiao, we didn't tell you because we didn't want anything else to happen. Just make sure you and Shen Qingshu are doing well, and don't worry about or look at other people."

"No, I can't control myself! How could my man be picked up by someone else the moment I lost him? No wonder Jiang Lie divorced her so readily back then."

"Mom, I think our family has been deceived by him. He has probably been having an affair with Wen Yao for a long time, just waiting for me to file for divorce so that he can rightfully ask our family for money."

Zhang Lan remained silent, carefully considering her daughter's words, and began to understand the implications. They had all witnessed how persistent her ex-son-in-law had been in pursuing her daughter.

Besides, he had endured not sleeping in the same room for three years, so why did things suddenly change recently? He got divorced and less than a month later, he got engaged to Wen Yao.

"Even if it's as you say, we have no evidence and there's nothing we can do. Consider that thousand yuan as a way to settle the relationship between our two families. Let's not make things too ugly so it won't be good for business in the future."

"Who told him his father is the brigade leader? Stop causing trouble, it won't do our family any good. Just live your own life and bring your child back home, that will be enough to slap their face."

Lin Fengjiao thought it made sense. Even Wen Yao couldn't handle the issue of not having children. If she gave birth to a child and brought it back, the people in the village would say that Jiang Lie was no good.

She took a deep breath: "Okay, but I still feel uneasy. Why has Jiang Lie changed? I don't want him, so he should be pitifully begging me."

"She turned around and found someone else. How hypocritical."

Zhang Lan patted her shoulder: "Don't think about those things. Have you contacted Shen Qingshu? What did he say? What's the specific date he'll be coming next month?"

"We'll pick you up from the train station. It's inconvenient to come to the countryside without a car; we'd have to find a donkey cart to pick you up."

Lin Fengjiao hummed in agreement, took out a letter from under her pillow, and said with a smug smile, "Mother, look what this is. The messenger delivered it today. It said he sent me some food."

"It should arrive around tomorrow. I'll go pick it up then and let everyone see that I, Lin Fengjiao, am not an unwanted woman. Brother Qingshu is devoted to me."

"Otherwise, who would spend money to send things all the way here? Mother, don't you think so? Once I marry into the city and have a stable job, my future will be bright and glamorous, something Wen Yao can't compare to."

Zhang Lan laughed and chimed in, "Yes, Fengjiao, you shouldn't keep staring at them. Just live your own life. No matter how pretty a girl is in the countryside, she'll be worn out by working in the fields."

"You'll be a city dweller from now on, with a decent job and a government-subsidized food supply. You'll be protected from the wind and rain, and your skin will be different from that of country girls. Wen Yao can't compare to you."

Knowing that her daughter had always been competitive and had to be better than other girls, she would only look better after being praised.

Lin Fengjiao was in a good mood and happily went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

I slept soundly all night. The next morning, I went to pick up some things. When I came back carrying a big box, the girls in the village saw me and asked me what I had brought.

"Hmph, what else could it be? Of course, it's some nice stuff that someone sent me. They're all city specialties that you've probably never even seen before. If you want to see them, that's fine too."

Xiaomei also came over: "Fengjiao, you're back. Did Qingshu send you something?"

Lin Fengjiao glanced at her, a slight smile playing on her lips, saying nothing, but her attitude clearly indicated tacit agreement. She didn't say anything; you can guess for yourselves.

Anyway, since there's someone who knows how to read the room, the rest they can guess.

The other girls were shocked to hear this: "Fengjiao, did that educated youth from the city really send you things? Why? Because he likes you that much."

"Hey, do you even know how to talk? If you don't, then don't talk. What do you mean you like me that much? Back when Shen was working in the countryside, our family helped her a lot."

"They're grateful and sent me some things after returning to the city, what's wrong with that? Look at you all, so short-sighted. If you had been nicer to them back then, you would be the ones getting the things now."

Lin Fengjiao put down the suitcase and crossed her arms: "There's nothing I can do. I'm just a kind-hearted person who likes to help those in need. This is all I deserve."

"Alright, enough rambling, I'll open it for you and take a look."

He opened the box, and on top of it was a Dacron dress; you could tell at a glance that the material was of good quality.