Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 82: Lin Jiaojiao Is Married Off

Yang Yuanming followed Lin Jiaojiao into the Lin Family’s house, cultured and courteous, from a wealthy family.

Simply the perfect choice for a fiancé.

All this perfection fell onto Lin Jiaojiao, for the Lin Family, it was like a pie falling from the sky.

The whole family didn’t notice anything amiss; instead, they were all jubilant, eager to arrange a wedding at that moment.

The Lin Family prepared a lavish lunch.

After the meal, Yang Yuanming left with the matchmaker, and the Lin Family members all came out to see them off.

After sending them off, Mother Lin and Grandma Lin stood ostentatiously in the middle of the courtyard, speaking boastfully to themselves, "The man’s side is really sincere, brought eight kinds of gifts."

"Because our Jiaojiao is excellent."

"Indeed."

Mother Lin and Grandma Lin sang in harmony, praising their own family.

Since the Lin Family had several conflicts with Jiang Cheng, their relationship with people in the big courtyard worsened.

With the current trend of making money with scrap cloth packages, people preferred not to offend Jiang Cheng.

However, an old neighbor did speak up.

"The Lin Family, marriage is a major event, how come they visited for the first time without their elders?"

Upon hearing this, Mother Lin’s face immediately fell.

"It’s not that their elders didn’t come, it’s that they’re too busy! You know the Yang Family... the father is a big leader, the biological mother specifically manages our lanes four and five!"

Mother Lin glanced proudly towards the Shen Family’s direction.

Inside, Jiang Cheng and Grandma Shen exchanged a glance, gossip flashing in their eyes, then they synchronously pouted.

Enemies always gather together!

Director Hu is Yang Guilan’s biological mother, Yang Guilan, the woman who grabbed Shen Yue’s belongings and was humiliated by Jiang Cheng a few days ago.

She was actually the man’s biological mother!

What’s said is said, this entire family probably doesn’t have a single good person!

Moreover, the Yang Family is about to face hard times.

The first blade to fall in the era’s great cut strikes them.

Mother Lin continued to flaunt in the courtyard, while the neighbor who reminded them spoke no further.

Kind words can’t persuade a ghost that’s meant to die.

What the Lin Family fancied was merely the Yang Family’s background, wasn’t it?

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A week has passed since Lin Jiaojiao’s matchmaking.

Jiang Cheng was busy again because previous theater publicity had an effect.

The provincial theater troupe directly sent an invitation to the night school, inviting them to take their play to the province for a major performance.

Principal Wang, upon receiving the notice, immediately reported to the higher-ups.

Jiang Cheng had said, when working within the system, it’s important to leave traces.

Indeed, after Principal Wang reported, he received high praise from the leadership and strong support for bringing the play to the province.

Following the leader’s instructions, Principal Wang sought out Jiang Cheng to discuss.

Jiang Cheng suggested not to disrupt everyone’s work schedule during rehearsals, and to take leave only when going out to perform.

Thus, the night school’s play found gaps for rehearsal during free time.

Another week later, Lin Jiaojiao was about to get married. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Upon hearing the news, Jiang Cheng was unperturbed and continued to busy herself at the night school.

Her relationship with the Lin Family made it impossible to send a gift.

Grandma Shen also didn’t; she had no past gift-giving relationship with the Lin Family.

However, Shen Xing, as the Shen Family’s representative, sent over ten eggs.

Because when Shen Family’s parents passed away, the Lin Family did come.

Jiang Cheng praised Shen Xing for doing the right thing, distinguishing between what’s owed and repaying it.

Lin Jiaojiao’s marriage had no impact on Jiang Cheng.

That day, the rehearsal for the play finally concluded, and in five days, Jiang Cheng would take the night school to the province for the major performance.

However, before leaving, Jiang Cheng planned to arrange Shen Yue’s painting affairs.

In the evening, she carried a piece of meat, a small net bag of fruits, and took Shen Yue to Sister Wang’s home.

Sister Wang lived in the family apartment building of the public security bureau, and she was allowed in after a checkpoint inspection.

Second floor.

Jiang Cheng knocked on the door.

The door was opened by Leader Tang, wearing an apron.

Leader Tang looked at Jiang Cheng with a spatula.

"Here to file a report?"

Jiang Cheng raised the gifts in her hand and said, "No, I’m here to ask Sister Wang a favor."

Leader Tang was already used to Jiang Cheng’s straightforwardness. He stepped aside and said, "Come in, have you eaten?"

"I ate before coming. You carry on; I’ll just find Sister Wang."

"Okay! She’s in that room, not feeling well; you call her yourself."

Jiang Cheng didn’t engage in too many pleasantries, as Leader Tang was indeed quite familiar with her, and he quickly went back to check on the food in the pot.

Jiang Cheng let Shen Yue sit down and knocked on the west room’s door herself.

"What are you doing?"

"Sister Wang, it’s me, Jiang Cheng."

The door soon opened from inside.

Sister Wang looked sick as she gazed at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng promptly supported Sister Wang, helping her to lie down on the bed.

"Vomited?"

Sister Wang nodded feebly, touching her lower abdomen.

"Whatever I eat, I puke..."

Jiang Cheng sat on the small stool by Sister Wang’s bed, held her wrist, and started massaging.

"Hey? Feels a bit better, do you understand medicine?"

"No."

Jiang Cheng confidently said the two words, making Sister Wang mistakenly think she said "yes."

Jiang Cheng smiled sweetly and said, "This is the only trick I know! Back when my mom had poor appetite, my dad learned this acupoint massaging from an old traditional Chinese doctor, and I just know this method."

Sister Wang knew Jiang Cheng’s parents were both deceased; she covered Jiang Cheng’s arm with one hand and said, "If you’re well, they’ll be happy."

"Of course, I’m so outstanding; who wouldn’t be happy?"

After changing topics, they began discussing Shen Yue’s need for a painting teacher.

Upon hearing this, Sister Wang said, "Perfect timing; there’s one right in our courtyard, I’ll take you over in a while."

Jiang Cheng looked at Sister Wang and said, "No rush, look after your health."

Sister Wang kept saying she was fine and felt stifled staying indoors.

When Leader Tang walked in, Sister Wang’s complexion had improved considerably.

Jiang Cheng even taught the massage technique to Leader Tang, who was deeply grateful.

After finishing her meal, Sister Wang took Jiang Cheng and Shen Yue to the painting teacher.

On the ground floor courtyard lived an elderly lady.

The elderly woman’s demeanor was fantastic, dressed in loose practice clothing, silver hair in a bun, holding scissors, as she trimmed the roses.

"Xiao Wang’s here."

"Grandma Zhao, this is the little friend I mentioned before who wants to learn painting."

After Sister Wang spoke, Shen Yue took a step forward, quite nervous but with eyes sparkling.

Grandma Zhao glanced and, putting down the scissors, took off her gloves, beckoned to Shen Yue and said, "Come."

Instinctively, Shen Yue looked to Jiang Cheng, and upon seeing Jiang Cheng nod, she courteously bowed to Grandma Zhao and said, "Hello."

Going over, Shen Yue was given a piece of paper and a pencil.

Grandma Zhao sat nearby, poured herself a cup of tea.

"Just draw my garden."

Shen Yue agreed and started sketching with the pencil.

Grandma Zhao had no intention of chatting, just quietly with a cup of tea, in the garden, under the sunset.

At that moment, she herself became the most beautiful painting.

Jiang Cheng brought a chair for Sister Wang, letting her sit comfortably.

As for herself, she stood aside, patiently waiting.

No one spoke; the silence here sharply contrasted with the children’s noise outside.

Time passed, the sunset slipped below the horizon.

A unique child’s voice rang out.

"I’ve finished drawing."