Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot Chapter 6 - 6 6 Can't Stand Her Doing Well

Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Can’t Stand Her Doing Well Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Can’t Stand Her Doing Well To this day, ng Chuyue still couldn’t understand the kind of feelings ng Wanhua held towards her.

If it was due to Lin Youdong’s unfaithfulness, hating the house and the crow, disliking her, she could barely understand.

But to sche her into marrying ng Jingfen’s lover, Wu Yuanchun…

that was too much.

How much must she hate her to do such a thing?

But if she truly hated her, why leave all her property to her?

ng Wanhua’s last will before she died truly baffled her.

In her previous life, she had forcefully suppressed these doubts.

This ti, she decided she would not only try to use Space Spiritual Plants to treat ng Wanhua’s ailnt, but also try to understand the nature of ng Wanhua’s feelings towards her.

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Before long, ng Chuyue had made herself a dish of red-braised chicken chunks, a plate of vinegar-tossed cabbage, and a large bowl of fragrant rice.

Her most skilled talents in her past life were two things—cooking and sewing, and she had used these skills to serve Zhao Sulan’s family as a servant for over a decade…

After finishing her al, she stead so succulent pork ribs, green beans, and fish, then ng Chuyue left the house.

Fu Hongfang was still at ho, hearing the sound of her departure, but didn’t dare provoke her.

Firstly, Fu Hongfang had decided to turn over a new leaf, secondly, she was in a disheveled state, unfit to et anyone.

When ng Chuyue left the house, she wore the clothes she had prepared for working in the fields in the morning—an old white poplin long-sleeve shirt, faded autumn-colored trousers, and she also took an old straw hat and carried a small basket.

Even though it was nearly ten in the morning, the villagers believed she was going to the rice fields to pull weeds.

Everyone greeted her warmly.

ng Chuyue, this poor child, although not very talkative, was diligent and capable, often lending a hand in difficult tasks for everyone.

Thus, everyone really liked her.

Many secretly wanted to propose her for marriage.

Most were from good families.

But Fu Hongfang and ng Jingfen couldn’t stand to see her well off, refusing all the good proposals.

Bad ones, ng Wanhua wouldn’t allow, so although many proposed to her, it was all in vain.

Seeing everyone’s warm gazes, ng Chuyue rembered her nominal marriage with Wu Yuanchun from her previous life, again speculating about ng Wanhua’s sche for her to marry Wu Yuanchun.

Though Wu Yuanchun was only poor, other aspects were fine, he wasn’t fickle-hearted, aside from his ambiguous relationship with his true love, ng Jingfen, he didn’t flirt around.

But, could any woman tolerate this?

Wasn’t ng Wanhua herself unable to endure it, unwilling to shift from wife to being Lin Youdong’s lover, thus she insisted on cutting off all relations with Lin Youdong?

She really couldn’t understand.

She couldn’t understand at all.

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Everyone thought ng Chuyue was going to the fields, but they didn’t know she was going to the village’s end to seek help in scheming against ng Jingfen.

She had thought it through, since she had dealt with Fu Hongfang, she might as well stay a few more days and get her revenge on ng Jingfen.

She wouldn’t try to cling to ng Jingfen to prevent her shaful exposure at night but would let more people know of ng Jingfen’s disgrace tonight and ensure she couldn’t pin the bla on her.

The house at the village’s end was the smallest and oldest in the village, next to a neighboring two-room two-story building, and it looked even more dilapidated.

She normally never lingered at this doorstep.

Nor did she speak with the owner of the house.

Because the owner was a lazy man.

A widower, marked by all vices, associating with him would tarnish one’s reputation.

Her visit today, naturally, wasn’t for this lazy man but for his twelve-year-old “son”.

Of course, calling him a son, he was actually stolen.

When the lazy man’s wife was alive, the couple never treated the child as human.

Since the wife fell ill and died two years ago, there was one less person to beat the child, but all the cooking, cleaning, and household chores fell to the child.

This child’s life was pitiful.