Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 35 - Develop a thick skin

35: 35 Develop a thick skin

35: 35 Develop a thick skin

Su Xiaofeng listened to Doctor Cheng speaking and couldn’t help laughing, “Yes, exciting, isn’t it just thrilling?”

With a biological mother glaring fiercely from one side, a stepmother scheming on the other, and a rascal hoping to catch a break nearby, no matter how you looked at it, it was fascinating.

If these events weren’t happening to her, she would find them even more thrilling than a TV drama.

When it came to her own marriage, Su Xiaofeng was more concerned about the eldest son of the Wu Family’s illness.

She pursed her lips, her face taking on a look of solemnity, “Doctor Cheng, is the eldest son of the Wu Family really beyond help?”

“There aren’t any effective treatments available for this kind of disease right now,” Doctor Cheng said, his words carrying layers of meaning.

Su Xiaofeng, being intelligent, didn’t ask any further.

“In any case, I really have to thank you today.

If it hadn’t been for you, even if I could have gotten away, it would have taken some effort,” Su Xiaofeng stated, recounting the facts. freeweɓnøvel.com

Had Doctor Cheng not been present as an outsider, it indeed would have been more difficult for her to escape.

“If you’re unwilling to marry into the Wu Family, why did you step into their house?” Doctor Cheng was not naive and asked a pointed question.

Of course, Su Xiaofeng couldn’t say that she intended to treat the Wu Family’s eldest son.

She just sighed softly, “I’ve always had this illusion about my mother, hoping she would bring me to her side, but it turned out to be just a wish to give up hope.”

In the days of treating patients, Doctor Cheng had certainly heard about Su Xiaofeng’s biological mother.

“Some things can only be given up after they’ve been experienced.”

“Exactly, and now I’ve given up hope,” Su Xiaofeng said, glancing out the window before remembering the fact that Doctor Cheng had a car at home.

Having a car at home meant decent wealth, for in those times, if one could afford a car, their family’s financial situation was definitely solid.

No one knew where Ye Cheng or Uncle Liu hailed from, and Su Xiaofeng didn’t care either.

At the moment, she was only concerned about one thing.

“Doctor Cheng, is your family name Ye?” Everyone called him Doctor Cheng, and called his grandfather Uncle Liu; it wasn’t clear whether his family name was Ye or he had Cheng in his name.

“My family name is Ye.

I am Ye Cheng,” Ye Cheng turned to glance at Su Peng beside Su Xiaofeng, who had fallen into deep sleep upon getting into the car, and was now drooling at the corner of his mouth.

“So your family name is Ye.

Everyone calls you Doctor Cheng, and I thought your family name was Cheng.”

Ye Cheng: “….”

“Doctor Ye, are you busy tomorrow?” Tomorrow, she needed to get the peaches to town to sell, and without transportation, it would be impossible.

But it didn’t seem quite right to ask to borrow his car on their first car ride together.

Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, “Do you need it for something?”

To have a need or not, Su Xiaofeng was a bit torn, but as someone new to the area, without money she was stuck, unless she decided to shave off a slice of pride and try her luck.

As Su Xiaofeng mused on this, many thoughts spun through her head, and a shallow smile formed on her face, like a barely blooming bud, “I was thinking, if you don’t need it tomorrow, would you mind lending me your car?”

Ye Cheng was momentarily distracted by Su Xiaofeng’s words and accidentally slammed on the brakes, causing the car to nearly slide into the creek by the road.

Was Su Xiaofeng out of her mind, asking to borrow his car, and more importantly, did she even know how to drive?

“Can you drive?” Ye Cheng asked with serious doubt.

Whether she could or couldn’t, Su Xiaofeng was truly conflicted, but then she brightened up at the thought of the motorcycle Ye Cheng had at home, “I can’t drive cars, but I can ride motorcycles, and tomorrow…

I need to make a trip to the county as well.”

Internally, Su Xiaofeng chortled twice for her own audacity; indeed, the path of entrepreneurship in her past life had thickened her skin such that she could boldly ask a practically stranger for such a favor.

No sooner had Su Xiaofeng finished speaking than Xiaoqi’s warning rang out, “Master, a gentle reminder: the road is rough, and it’s not suitable for a pregnant woman to ride a motorcycle.”

The entire route from Lihua Village to the county was a bumpy journey on uneven mud roads that might just jostle the baby out of one’s belly.