Fortunate Life of the Rural Beauty-Chapter 72 - 71 Little Son-in-law

Chapter 72: Chapter 71: Little Son-in-law

Chapter 72 -71: Little Son-in-law

Talking to Jin Yanzi had calmed Chen Afu and soothed her feelings a lot. Listening to the chirping of the larks under the eaves and the fragrance of osmanthus blown in through the window, her mood improved. The world was so beautiful. She was a fifteen-year-old girl in full bloom. She had a son, Jin Yanzi, and a family who cared for her. She couldn’t let these things ruin her mood.

If worse comes to worst, she just won’t get married.

At dinner time, she went to the old courtyard on her own without waiting for Dabao to call her.

Maybe to comfort Chen Afu, they had made her favorite chopped meat mixed with soybean paste noodles that night.

As soon as she entered the room, she was hit by a delicious aroma and warm air.. Mrs. Wang was busy over a big, steaming pot, while Dabao, with his chubby face, was stoking the fire by the stove.

Chen Afu wanted to help, but she was promptly shoved into the east room by Dabao, and Chen Ming quickly invited her to sit on the bed. Little Alu cuddled up to her on the bed, speaking to her endearingly as she held her hand. Even Qi Qi and Hui Hui, who were squatting in the corner of the bed, were quieter than usual.

Mrs. Wang first brought her a large bowl of noodles topped with fragrant minced meat in soybean gravy. Chen Afu bowed and said, “This bowl is for my dad.”

Mrs. Wang laughed, “I’ll serve your father’s bowl right away.”

Chen Ming told her to eat first with a smile.

Everyone in the family was careful not to upset her, so they were so quiet that the usual “slurping” sound of eating noodles was absent.

Sitting in the east room, filled with the aroma of noodles, Chen Afu felt surrounded by love. She didn’t want her family to worry about her and reassured them, “Dad, Mum, I’m fine, really. I can always say no if I don’t like the guy.”

Everyone was relieved when they saw that Chen Afu was indeed not taking it to heart.

Alu consoled Chen Afu, “I when I grow up, I want to be as beautiful as you, sister. When you decide to get married, you’ll find a great guy.”

“Chen Api nodded and said,” Yes, sister thinks so too.”

Dabao added, “Yes, my mom is the most beautiful woman. When she decides to get married, she’ll find a…a…” He was reluctant to say ‘good dad’ and trailed off mid-sentence.

Chen Afu diverted the topic with a laugh, “Who is prettier, Mom or Yan’er?”

Dabao enthusiastically said, “Mom is the prettiest, Yan’er is second.”

This conversation made everyone laugh. The previously tense atmosphere vanished in an instant.

That evening, the bright moonlight beamed through the lattice window, casting a dim light inside the room.

Through the half-open window, Chen Afu could see the deep expanse of the sky, the radiant moon and sparkling stars, as well as the fragrance of osmanthus flowers wafting in with the night breeze, not to mention the occasional soothing scent from Dabao’s pillow.

The enchanted night lifted Chen Afu’s spirits sky-high.

But ignoring the little boy next to her was not easy. He was lying on the bed, tossing and turning restlessly, sighing from time to time.

She could vaguely see Dabao’s eyes wide open, his brows knitted in worry. She wondered why this kid who was fine in the old courtyard had become so troubled once they were on the bed.

Chen Afu gently tugged his small ear and said with a laugh, “Son, I’m not angry anymore. Why are you still upset? It’s not good for a young man to hold grudges.”

Dabao turned to her and said, “I’m not upset. I was just thinking that my grandparents made a wrong decision.”

Chen Afu was puzzled, “Wrong decision? What decision?”

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Chen Dabao sat up abruptly, his voice grew louder. He said, “When my grandparents took me home, they should have considered me as your husband instead of your son. If I were your husband, I would have been good to you and Dabao all my life and it would have discouraged others. When I grow up, I will be the perfect match for you.” He finished his speech, pouted, and waited for praise from his mother for his precocious wisdom.

Chen Afu looked at the toddler in front of her, under the hazy moonlight, his formerly pointed face was now as round as the full moon, with adorable facial features. His arms were chubby as if they were small lotus roots, wearing a small bellyband and a pair of open-crotch shorts.

This image did not fit the deep thoughts he was expressing at all. Chen Afu burst into laughter.

Seeing himself being laughed at, the little boy was very hurt and his face turned red. He pouted and said, “Why are you laughing? What’s so funny? This is just how it is. If Mr. Chen can be a son-in-law to grandma, why can’t I be a son-in-law to mom? I’ll be good to mom for a lifetime, even better than grandpa is to grandma.”

Chen Afu stopped laughing. This was the most touching thing she had ever heard in her life.

She sat up and hugged the little boy, “Thank you, son. Your words really touched my heart. But it’s better if you remain my son. A marriage with a disparity in age rarely brings happiness. It’s because Mr. Chen was grandma’s son-in-law that they ended up separating. It’s good that you are my son. I can take care of you while you’re young. When I get old, you can take care of me. This way, we will never be apart. That’ll be wonderful.”

Be it a son-in-law or a son, not being separated from his mother was just fine with him.

Thinking about it, Dabao nodded and said, “If that’s the case, I would rather be a son to my mother and take good care of her in the future.”

Chen Afu laughed, kissed his small face, then reminded him, “Don’t mention this thing about being a son-in-law to your grandparents. They would be hurt if they heard it.”

Dabao nodded and responded, “I know, I’m not stupid.”

Dabao laid back down on the bed. With no more worries, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. In no time, his snoring could be heard.

The next morning after breakfast, Mrs. Wang went to town to buy red dates, sticky rice powder and sesame seeds. There were some red dates left in the house, but that was only a little over a pound, so she needed to buy some more.

After Chen Afu soaked those red dates in water, she took the bucket with Zhui Feng and headed to the creek to fetch water for the vegetable patch.

While she was busy working in the field, she heard Zhui Feng barking fiercely. A foul odor followed, and when she looked up, there was Wang Yingjun standing outside the vegetable patch fence, lovingly gazing at her.

Wang Yingjun was wearing a short shirt whose color was almost unrecognizable. Not only because it was dirty, but because it was patched too many times. He was also barefoot. It was already autumn, and at this kind of weather, apart from beggars, he was the only one not wearing even straw sandals.

His face was red, and he was sweaty, like he was very shy.

Chen Afu stood up, glanced at him, and said sternly, “What are you doing standing here, haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘be modest with your eyes’?”

Wang Yingjun’s face went even redder, and he stammered, “Afu, please reconsider our situation. If you agree, I’ll bring two acres of land to your house, and I’ll be good to you and Dabao. Oh, I also saved up over three guan, and we have a pig and a few laying hens at home, I can bring those to your house too. I don’t eat much, and I don’t waste any clothes. You won’t lose if you marry me.”