The next day, Su Yaoguang and Jiang Jing made a scar removal face cream.
To test the effectiveness of the cream, she first applied it to her own old scars, personally observing the changes after use.
Jiang Jing also had many old scars. Seeing Su Yaoguang testing it on herself, she wasn’t to be outdone, applying it on herself as well.
The first sensation after applying was a cool feeling, nothing else for now. As for the effect, it takes a few days to know, after all, it’s just a face cream, not an Immortal Pill.
"Yaoguang..." Jiang Cuilan beckoned to her at the door.
Noticing her mysterious demeanor, Su Yaoguang approached and asked, "What’s up?"
"I just came from Jiang Yihuan’s house. Guess what? The slave named Xiao Ci that Jiang Yihuan’s family bought has now become Jiang Yihuan’s cousin. He’s now of good status, no longer a slave."
Su Yaoguang had already heard yesterday that Xiao Yanci was going to study at the academy. Hearing this development, she wasn’t surprised. The teacher admired Xiao Yanci’s talent, agreeing to waive his and Jiang Yihui’s tuition to accept him as a student. The Jiang Family would definitely agree. Changing Xiao Yanci’s status would take some effort, but who knows how Zhong Lanhua managed it.
"What’s it got to do with me?"
"How could it not? That slave was initially found for you, but you thought he was too expensive and bought your current little husband instead. Not that your little husband is bad — ten cents for such a handsome guy is certainly worth it. But I heard Jiang Yihui say your little husband isn’t much of a scholar, just average talent! Yaoguang, don’t you think it’s a pity? If you had bought Xiao Ci back then, this opportunity of waived tuition would have been yours. I really feel sorry for you."
"I don’t feel it’s a pity," Su Yaoguang said as she saw Xiao Yanci passing by with a book box, "My husband studies to understand the world. Whether or not he earns titles doesn’t matter. As long as he’s happy, just learning a few words at the academy is good enough. My husband is kind-hearted, hardworking, and respectful to my mother. I’m very fortunate to have met him."
Jiang Cuilan chuckled dryly, "As long as you’re happy."
Who are you kidding? Though Zhou Wangshu is good-looking, compared to someone as talented and handsome as Xiao Yanci, the gap is significant. If Su Yaoguang had bought Xiao Yanci then and supported him to earn some titles, she might have become an official’s wife one day. Now, with an average husband, the dream of being an official’s wife is gone.
Jiang Cuilan originally wanted Su Yaoguang to stir up trouble at the Jiang Family, hoping for a spat between the Su Family and Jiang Family, just for fun. Now, with Su Yaoguang not taking the bait, her plan of sowing discord failed completely.
Jiang Yihuan was the most beautiful girl in the village, highly adored by the young men, but envied by many girls. Now, with this ’Xiao Ci’ affair, the envy only increased. They dared not do anything themselves and hoped to provoke others to act. They underestimated Su Yaoguang’s mind; she wasn’t as foolish as they imagined.
Xiao Yanci heard Su Yaoguang’s words, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
The village girl was just fooling herself. Who knows how much she regrets inside?
Let her keep up appearances; one day, he’ll hear her confess her regret.
Jiang Yihui, empty-handed, followed behind. Zhong Lanhua was following him, saying caring words and secretly advising him to maintain a good relationship with Xiao Yanci for tutoring when necessary.
Jiang Yihui’s face was dark enough to drip water, yet Zhong Lanhua was completely unaware, continuing her reminders.
Unable to bear it, Jiang Yihui shouted, "Haven’t you said enough? Aren’t you annoyed?"
Zhong Lanhua was startled, falling silent.
"Yihuan, Xiao Ci is so amazing, why don’t you invite him as a live-in son-in-law like Yaoguang did?" A fellow village girl, Su Xiaolian, asked.
Jiang Yihuan clutched her handkerchief, feigning delicateness, "My family has a brother, why would we need a live-in son-in-law? Besides, marriage is a serious matter; there’s no point in marrying just any man. If I marry, it will be to someone I truly like. If I marry him, it’s not because he’s handsome, talented, or wealthy — it’s because I genuinely like him."
"Yihuan, I’ve just chopped some wood, I’ll bring it to the yard for you to dry," Zhang Dachun said, carrying the firewood and looking at Jiang Yihuan warmly.
Jiang Yihuan’s facade of gentleness nearly cracked.
Zhang Dachun was truly too ugly.
Though unattractive, his thoughts were great, always hovering around her. Lately, all the water, firewood, and weeding at their place had been taken care of by him.
At first, she was nervous, worried Zhang Dachun had ulterior motives with such diligence. But as he did more and more, she gradually got used to it, accepting his attentiveness without hesitation.
"Thank you, Brother Dachun," Jiang Yihuan said stiffly.
"Yihuan, so this is your type?" Su Xiaolian deliberately said loudly.
"No, it’s not." Jiang Yihuan quickly covered Su Xiaolian’s mouth.
"If you don’t like Brother Dachun, why do you let him help you?" Su Xiaolian pried Jiang Yihuan’s fingers off, loudly directing her voice toward Zhang Dachun.
"Come on, what’s this about?" Zhong Lanhua, having sent Jiang Yihui back, witnessed the dispute between Su Xiaolian and Jiang Yihuan.
Jiang Yihuan had to maintain an outward image of gentle harmlessness. Even when suffering silent losses, she dared not retaliate, eager to preserve her image.
In such moments, Zhong Lanhua became the dagger thrusting out. Those things that cut deep were handled by her, so Jiang Yihuan wouldn’t suffer a loss and could continue baiting interest.
"Mother, it’s nothing. Xiaolian has a bit of a misunderstanding about Brother Dachun and me. I can explain it to her."
Zhong Lanhua, with hands on hips and a sharp voice, said, "What’s there to misunderstand? We only have two weak women at home. Those hard jobs have no one to do. Luckily, Dachun has a kind heart, cares about neighbors, and is willing to do some work for us two women. Brother Dachun is kind-hearted, helping without expecting anything in return. Why is this young girl upset instead? Oh, is it because she has eyes on Brother Dachun and thinks we’re going to take him from you?"
"I’m not!" Su Xiaolian pouted, "Who could be interested in him?"
He’s so ugly, only a blind person would fancy him.
Zhang Dachun hadn’t gone far; he heard the whole argument.
He helped out, of course, because of Jiang Yihuan. She was one of the few who didn’t show her disgust towards his face, so he had long taken a liking to her.
Though he never hoped Jiang Yihuan would like him, hearing the mother and daughter deny him was nonetheless disheartening.
Forget it, better not to help anymore.
He was so ugly, if he continued helping, people in the village would keep gossiping, which would only harm her.
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