Chapter 530: Chapter 530 The Illiterate Vegetable Seller Chapter 530: Chapter 530 The Illiterate Vegetable Seller “Where does that girl go to school?” Seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, Zhuo Feng believed him and beca curious about the girl Gu Jianbin ntioned. There was a misunderstanding, and Gu Jianbin even spoke highly of her, which indicated that the girl must be quite attractive. She might even be from their school.
“Her family has opened a shop in the vegetable market, and she works there as a cashier. It seems she hasn’t continued with school,” Gu Jianbin said with a hint of regret. She was indeed pretty, but he didn’t like illiterate people. When he looked for a wife, he wanted an intellectual who was his equal.
“Tsk…” Zhuo Feng felt sowhat disappointed, “So she’s not a student after all?”
Even though he hadn’t thought about looking for a wife, he knew one thing: those girls without education wouldn’t have much in common with them and couldn’t engage in aningful conversation.
He also never went to the vegetable market; his impression of it was just like the shouting aunties in TV dramas, so he instantly lost the urge to gossip.
Shen Mianmian didn’t know that she had been categorized among the vegetable-selling aunties.
School had started, and the study schedule beca intense. She was busy with classes from Monday to Friday, balancing the books at the shop on Saturdays, and visiting the Li Family on Sundays. Her itinerary was packed full.
Because of school, and the fact that He Nan was also quite busy often traveling between cities, the tis they t gradually decreased. However, every ti he returned from a city, he would bring back so local snacks and specialties.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month of school had passed, and the weather started to cool down. The business at the shop was as good as ever. Dajun worked efficiently and was never lazy. Whenever there was bulk goods like dried bamboo shoots for sale in the village, he would take the ti to help pick them up.
On this Saturday, he brought back so more dried bamboo shoots. Thinking that Li Shiping enjoyed wild bamboo shoots, Shen Mianmian took so from the store and delivered them to Li Shiping.
“Mianmian, take a seat and rest. The house is a bit ssy because of the kids, don’t mind the ss.” This was Shen Mianmian’s first ti at their house, and Li Shiping was really happy. She kept busying herself, offering water and snacks.
“Sister Shiping, we’re all family here; you don’t have to be so formal,” Shen Mianmian glanced around. “Is brother-in-law not ho?”
Today was Saturday, and Wan Dongcheng didn’t have to teach. His business hadn’t taken off yet, and presumably, he hadn’t started an affair with another woman outside. Logically, he should have been at ho.
“Ever since he began teaching at the second middle school, he’s been quite busy. He probably won’t be back until this evening.” Li Shiping had longed for her husband to beco motivated to work, but now she hardly saw him. Whenever she asked, Wan Dongcheng fobbed her off with the excuse of being busy at work. Li Shiping felt helpless but couldn’t do anything about it.
Fortunately, since Wan Dongcheng started teaching, his temper improved, and he began to care more about his appearance, enjoying dressing up. Every morning before leaving, he would spend a long ti looking at himself in the mirror.
If she hadn’t known that he was teaching at school, she would have been suspicious.
Shen Mianmian: “…”
In her past life, Wan Dongcheng’s mistress was a student. Could it be that he t her while teaching?
As she pondered this, there ca a knock at the door. Li Shiping put down her child and stood up, “It might be Dongcheng coming back. Baby, play with your little aunt for a while, I’ll go open the door for daddy.”
“Auntie…”
Li Shiping’s daughter didn’t speak very clearly yet. Children might not understand much, but they are very sensitive. They can feel who likes them and who doesn’t. Even though she hadn’t seen Shen Mianmian many tis, she was not unfamiliar with her, continuously holding onto Shen Mianmian’s leg and calling out, though her words were muddled.
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