Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander-Chapter 39 - Ambiguous Attitude

39: Chapter 39 Ambiguous Attitude

39 -39 Ambiguous Attitude

Wang Meifeng huffed out of Xiaolin Village.

Midway, she suddenly came to her senses.

How was she returning home like this?

She changed direction and headed to the town.

Passing by the supply and marketing cooperative, she weighed out two pounds of Peach Crisp and one pound of White Sugar and rushed towards Red Flag Commune Central Primary School.

Zhao Yucui was the natural science teacher for four classes in the third grade at Red Flag Commune Central Primary School, with a total of eight lessons a week — a rather leisurely job.

When Wang Meifeng arrived, Zhao Yucui was gossiping idly with three other female teachers in the office.

“Second Auntie,” Wang Meifeng stood at the door and smiled with a hint of nervousness.

“Come in, come in…” Zhao Yucui waved her over, pointing to a woman in her thirties, “Meifeng, this is Teacher Qiang who just transferred here.

You’re not unfamiliar with her, are you?”

“Hello, Second Aunt,” Wang Meifeng greeted with a flushed face.

Teacher Qiang was the biological Second Aunt of her future husband, Qiang Junjie, so of course she wanted to curry favor, but she also felt a bit awkward.

She had not known that her Second Aunt had transferred to the Commune Central Primary School upon arriving; she had only bought gifts for her Second Aunt.

Holding the items in her hand now felt like holding hot yams, leaving her at a loss.

“Meifeng, we’re all family, why so formal?” Wang Meifeng’s difficulty seemed to vanish as Second Aunt Qiang very actively took all the gifts from her hands.

“It’s only right, it’s only right…” Wang Meifeng nodded mechanically, her mind racing with what to do next.

“Hahaha…”

Seeing Wang Meifeng’s flurry, Second Aunt Qiang laughed so hard she shook and casually handed the gifts to Zhao Yucui, “Teacher Zhao, I was just joking, hahaha…”

Zhao Yucui pushed the gifts back, “Had I known you were also working here, how could Meifeng not bring a gift for you?

I’m her real Second Aunt, and you’re her future grandmother-in-law.

To keep her from being treated badly, from now on I must try to please you.”

An amused teacher commented with a pursed lip, “Seems like the two of us are going to be left out from now on.”

Another quickly chimed in, “Exactly, exactly.

Once these two families get together, how could they possibly include us in their fun?”

Second Aunt Qiang looked at the slightly plump teacher with a laugh, “My son is nineteen this year, your daughter is seventeen, I think it would be just perfect if we became relatives.”

Another teacher protested, “What about me then?

If you three become one big happy family, what am I supposed to do?”

While everyone was causing a ruckus, Wang Meifeng softly thanked Zhao Yucui, “Second Aunt, I will honor you the same way I honor my mother.”

“You’re getting sweeter and sweeter,” Zhao Yucui knew she had come for a reason.

She said her farewells to everyone, “I’m going to leave a bit early today, see you all tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow!”

“Goodbye, Second Aunt!

Goodbye, Teacher Wang, Teacher Li!”

“Goodbye!”

As Zhao Yucui pushed her bike out of the bicycle shed, Wang Meifeng quickly pointed to her own bike, “Second Aunt, let’s swap bikes.

You help me try out how this bike rides.”

“Sure!” Zhao Yucui agreed heartily, examining the bicycle closely and nodding in approval, “The Qiang Family really doesn’t skimp.

This bike is nice.”

Wang Meifeng hurriedly said, “Could anything Second Aunt recommended be bad?”

“So, tell me, what have you come to your Second Aunt for?” Zhao Yucui asked while pushing the bicycle outside.

“Second Aunt, I’ve set the date for my engagement, it’s next month on the ninth.

You and my Uncle must definitely come.”

Zhao Yucui looked puzzled at Wang Meifeng, “Did you have a falling-out with your mom?”

According to local customs, notifying about such significant events definitely requires the presence of elders.

Since Wang Meifeng had come alone, Zhao Yucui naturally wondered.

“Second Aunt, aside from discussing that matter, there is another thing…” Wang Meifeng then told Zhao Yucui about how Xue Ligang had his sights set on Chuxia to be his daughter-in-law, and how everyone at Zhao’s house was thinking of turning down the proposal.

“Xue Ligang wants Xue Guohong to marry Chuxia?” Zhao Yucui frowned, “Meifeng, there’s no misunderstanding about this?”

“None!” Wang Meifeng’s face was full of grievance.

“I just thought it wasn’t easy for my little aunt’s family to get such a good marriage proposal.

After giving a few hints, I ended up being scolded and kicked out.”

“Don’t blame them for scolding you.

Everyone is well aware of your aunt’s past with Xue Ligang.

If Chuxia were to marry into the Xue family, Wang Meihua would not treat Chuxia kindly.

How could your aunt, who treasures Chuxia so much, agree to it?

As for your grandparents, Chuxia is the most cherished and pitied among the grandchildren; naturally, they would put Chuxia’s comfort first.

And you know your mother’s temperament, why would she take your side?”

Wang Meifeng felt somewhat disappointed: “Second Aunt, do you also think this marriage proposal can’t happen?”

“Ah!” Zhao Yucui sighed, “It’s not up to Second Aunt to decide whether it can happen or not, it’s about what your little aunt and your little aunt’s husband think.

Of course, I hope Chuxia is happy, but considering Chuxia’s health, which family would be the happiest and most comfortable for her to marry into?

Even if not the Xue family but the Luo family, in the long run, it wouldn’t be good either.”

Wang Meifeng looked at Zhao Yucui in confusion; she truly couldn’t make sense of what the other party meant.

“Forget it, let me think about it some more before I decide,” Zhao Yucui said with a smile as she patted her shoulder.

“Come on, let’s go to the commune and find your Second Uncle so we can go home together.”

“Okay!” Wang Meifeng’s cheeks flushed with redness.

Zhao Yucui noticed her expression and the corners of her lips curled up: “Meifeng, should we invite Qiang Junjie to have dinner with us tonight?”

“Second Aunt decides,” Wang Meifeng said, her voice as quiet as a mosquito’s.

“Hehe…” Zhao Yucui laughed meaningfully, and Wang Meifeng’s face turned even redder.

…

Second Uncle Zhang Guojun was forty-six years old this year, and due to his frequent role as a leading cadre, he spoke and walked with great presence.

When he saw his wife and Wang Meifeng, he first recited a political slogan before asking, “Meifeng, what brings you here today?”

Zhao Yucui gave him a reproachful look: “Is that how you should ask?

The child kindly comes to see you, and you’re complaining?

By the way, let’s have Xiaoqiang come home for dinner tonight, call him.”

“Public property cannot be used for personal affairs,” Zhang Guojun glared at his wife and turned to walk outside.

“I’ll go find him.”

“Second Aunt, Second Uncle really treats you well,” Wang Meifeng said enviously.

Zhao Yucui’s lips curved up in a smile unwittingly: “Hmm, Second Aunt’s life hasn’t been spent in vain marrying the right person.

Don’t worry, Meifeng, you won’t marry the wrong person either.

Xiaoqiang’s temperament and character are exceptional, and he has a promising future.”

“Second Aunt…” Wang Meifeng bashfully lowered her head, almost at the same time, Zhang Guojun and a 25- or 26-year-old refined young man walked in.

“I just stepped out, and I ran into this youngster.”

“Auntie, you’re here?

Comrade Meifeng, hello!”

Zhao Yucui chuckled and slapped Qiang Junjie’s hand: “You’re so familiar with Meifeng, why put on an act in front of your aunt?

Come on, tonight your aunt and Meifeng will make dumplings for you to eat.”

“Then I am truly fortunate.” Qiang Junjie smiled until his eyes squinted.

Zhang Guojun and Qiang Junjie rode their bicycles in front, while Zhao Yucui and Wang Meifeng followed behind on theirs.

Halfway, they encountered a young man on a bicycle carrying a girl who laughed and greeted Zhang Guojun before turning into a small alley.

“Ah!” Zhao Yucui sighed deeply and said, “Meifeng, that guy just now was Xue Guohong.”