Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 22 - 00 You actually look down on my son_1

Chapter 22: 0022 You actually look down on my son?_1

Chapter 22: 0022 You actually look down on my son?_1

People in the village couldn’t say much about whether someone was good-looking or not.

But this young man had attended university outside and had seen the flashy side of society; he naturally knew that someone as beautiful as Ellen Young was a rarity in the countryside.

He had been somewhat dismissive when his mother mentioned her before, but now that he had seen her in person, she was astonishingly beautiful!

The girl’s delicate and petite features, with clear distinction between the black and white of her eyes, looked cool and indifferent, even the gaze that rested upon others seemed detached.

She was clearly someone who wasn’t easy to get along with.

This was the conclusion formed by the young man’s mother.

However, she couldn’t help but give in when her son took her hand and whispered, “Mom, I like her.”

The woman felt helpless and looked at Ellen once more, wondering whether the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would get along well in the future. She was certain that she would need to teach Ellen the proper ways of being a wife.

Aunt Hailey became increasingly flustered, not daring to look at Ellen, and awkwardly said, “Your Aunt Peterson and her son came to see you.”

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Yesterday, Aunt Hailey thought there might be some connection, but seeing the person today, she immediately felt something was off.

Aunt Peterson had boasted that her son was tall, good-looking, and academically gifted.

But now Aunt Hailey saw that the first two qualities were a sham, and she wasn’t sure about the last one either.

He was barely as tall as Ellen, which was not tall at all!

Now, standing together for comparison, he was even not as tall as Ellen.

Aunt Hailey drew in a sharp breath; what upset her more was the pockmarked face. Her mother had said these were pits left by acne, but Aunt Hailey didn’t understand all that and simply thought it wasn’t attractive.

Although she lived in the village, with more and more students around, she knew all too well that these educated children were picky, and who would fancy someone like that?

Just yesterday, she had rejected them, only to be met with Aunt Peterson cursing her, saying her son was too good for Ellen, an orphan with no parents to refuse.

Ellen’s recent arrival was a matter known only in Haran Village, and the news hadn’t yet spread out.

The village chief, with his head bowed, continued to process the paperwork for Ellen and snorted coldly.

Seeing Aunt Peterson and her son staring unabashedly, Ellen frowned, “Do you need something?”

Aunt Peterson addressed Ellen directly, “Ellen, you’re 24 this year. You see, I asked Aunt Hailey to propose a match yesterday, and she spoke of you. I didn’t expect you to refuse without even meeting face to face. Do you look down on my son? No matter what, he graduated from university, he came back from the town, and we have a house in the county town. Your grandfather has passed away, and we don’t mind that you have no parents. Why don’t you and my son Harry spend some time together? What do you think?”

Her words made it clear that they were bestowing a great favor upon Ellen.

Aunt Hailey felt a bit embarrassed, “I was the one who brought up matchmaking first because I thought Ellen was in a hurry… It wasn’t Ellen who said anything; this mistake was mine.”

Ellen: “Not interested.”

With those three icy words, as the village chief finished the paperwork, she grabbed it and was ready to leave.

Aunt Peterson was instantly enraged and shrieked, “What do you mean by that? We don’t disdain you for being an orphan without anyone to teach you, and now you look down on us? What are you…”

Simply because Ellen had refused, a string of dirty words began to spill out from Aunt Peterson.

Her son’s expression turned sour. Aunt Hailey, upon hearing this, became anxious, “Say what you want, but why curse? Cursing at me is one thing, what does this have to do with Ellen?”

The village chief’s face darkened and he slammed the blackboard eraser onto the table with a thud, “What’s all this noise about? This is Haran Village, not your Seamount Village. If you continue to spout nonsense, I’ll have someone drag you out, you harridan!”