bookrandom Chapter 397 The pain of love
Chapter 397 The pain of love
She sighed softly and said to Ma Caifeng, "My dear, from the moment you were born, I vowed to give you all my love. Even after Xiaolong was born, I never took away even a fraction of my love from you. In my heart, you will always be my sweetest little cotton-padded jacket."
The mother and daughter walked hand in hand, smiling, towards the two doors of the yard.
Wang Fuping raised his hand, gently knocked on one of the doors, and shouted loudly: "Boss, breakfast is ready, get up and eat."
Ma Caifeng walked to the door of another room, reached out and knocked on it, her voice clear and pleasant: "Aying, breakfast is ready, get up."
Then, Ma Ergun and Aying came out of the house respectively. Ma Ergun was drowsy and yawning, but when he saw Caifeng in a blue dress, he became alert.
"My girl, you have a great day today." Ma Ergun's face was full of smiles. He looked at Caifeng with bright eyes, his heart full of joy.
My daughter finally knows how to dress up and even gets up so early. It seems that starting a family is different. She is much more sensible, knows how to take care of household chores, and knows how to dress herself beautifully.
Aying just glanced at Caifeng indifferently, without much emotion in his eyes, and his heart was still calm. He was here just to carry out a mission.
The family hurriedly finished their breakfast. Ah Ying stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Uncle Ma, Auntie, I'm going to dig some sweet potatoes."
Upon hearing this, Ma Caifeng quickly reached out and grabbed Ah Ying's arm. "Why are you going? Just stay home. I'll take care of the farm work, don't worry about it. I left two sweet potatoes for you in the stove. If you're hungry, take them and eat them. I'll make you something delicious when I'm back. Stay home with Dad and don't run around. Do you understand?"
Ma Caifeng's eyes were full of concern for Aying, and she held Aying's arm tightly and refused to let go.
Ah Ying frowned slightly, and pulled his arm out of Ma Caifeng's hand with force. He asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What happened to you today? Are you okay?"
He thought to himself, this woman is too abnormal today, she is never like this on weekdays, there must be something wrong when things are abnormal, is there something strange?
"Silly boy, I just feel sorry for you." Ma Caifeng's face flushed and she twisted her body embarrassedly. She looked shy like a flower in bud waiting to be picked.
In the short time they were talking, Wang Fuping had already swiftly cleared away the dishes. She stood at the door, carrying a large backpack, and called out, "Girl, are you ready? Time to go to the fields and work."
Ma Caifeng flirted with Ah Ying and said in a sweet voice, "Go and rest quickly."
After saying that, she swiftly picked up the backpack, walked to Wang Fuping, and followed Wang Fuping towards the field.
Everyone was busy working in the fields. It was the first time for the villagers to see Ma Caifeng working in the fields. They couldn't help but look at her curiously and whisper to each other.
"What's wrong with this girl from the Ma family? I've never seen her come to the fields before." A middle-aged man with dark skin straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel around his neck.
"What else can it be? She's just become more diligent. Maybe she's going to get married and know how to do housework." A white-haired old man next to her tapped his pipe and guessed with squinted eyes.
"This girl seems to have gotten prettier." A young wife bent over to pull weeds, turned her head to look at Ma Caifeng, and whispered to the people beside her, "Maybe she has a lover. Women dress up to please themselves."
"Oh, who has this girl fallen for again?"
Aunt Li stood upright in the field, holding a freshly dug sweet potato in her hand and asked, "Fuping, why don't I see your hired farmhand today? Look at these vast sweet potato fields. It's not easy for one person to harvest so many sweet potatoes."
Wang Fuping slowly put down his backpack, picked up his hoe, and replied loudly with a smile on his face, "Why are you alone, Aunt Li? Look, isn't my daughter here? She's sensible now and knows how to help with housework."
Wang Fuping's eyes were full of pride. Her daughter was like her and could endure any hardship for love.
Ma Caifeng dug sweet potatoes with a slightly unfamiliar look, her hands covered in dirt. She straightened her back and said proudly, "You may not know yet, but Ah Ying will no longer be our family's farmhand, but our son-in-law! From now on, I will spoil him. As long as I am around, he won't get tired."
Ma Caifeng's face was filled with a happy smile, and she had already imagined a loving married life with Aying in her mind.
She paused, then continued, "Who made me like him? I can't bear to see him suffer."
After saying that, Ma Caifeng lowered her head and continued to dig sweet potatoes diligently. If her husband doesn't love her as a wife, should she let other women do the same?
The villagers in the fields stopped what they were doing and looked back and forth between Wang Fuping and Ma Caifeng, as if they understood something.
This girl from the Ma family has not become more diligent, but has clearly become as love-brained as her mother. Everyone shook their heads gently. This is someone else's family affair and outsiders have no right to interfere.
I just hope that this girl's sincerity will not be let down.
Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats sounds coming from the direction of the village entrance.
Although Futian Village is gradually becoming prosperous and the villagers no longer have to worry about food, horse-drawn carriages are still a rare sight in the village.
The appearance of a horse-drawn carriage is enough to attract the attention and admiration of the entire village, just like in modern times, when a BMW car drives into an ordinary small village, it instantly becomes the focus of everyone's attention.
"Hey, look, that's a carriage." A sharp-eyed villager shouted first.
"That carriage is quite impressive," another villager echoed, his face full of envy. "Look at the shiny body of the carriage, and the horses pulling it—how energetic they are!"
"No need to look. That carriage must be going to Xiuying's house. How could we know such a noble person who can ride in a carriage?" An old man shook his head and sighed.
"I seem to have seen that carriage before." A young man scratched his head, "but I just can't remember where I saw it."
Amid the villagers' discussions, the carriage slowly drove up the hillside.
The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of Xiuying's house.
The driver pulled the reins firmly to stop the carriage, then jumped off the shaft.
Steward Chen nimbly jumped down from the carriage, lifted the curtain with a swift movement, and said respectfully, "The master has arrived."
Mr. Chen responded softly from inside the carriage, then stepped out of it. The driver had already deftly positioned the footstool to facilitate Mr. Chen's alighting.