"Tell me, if I propose marriage for our Baizhu, will Chunhai agree?" a slightly plump woman said. "I say, Zhang Zhengqin, give it a rest. How can your Baizhu match up to our Lingling?" Zhang Lanzhi happened to be passing by and laughed as she heard Zhang Zhengqin’s words. "My Baizhu is just a bit chubby," Zhang Zhengqin said sheepishly, "but my Baizhu, like his dad, will definitely cherish his wife. Lingling won’t be wronged if she marries into our family." "Alright, alright," Zhang Lanzhi said with a smile. "No matter how good your Baizhu is, he’s not suitable for Lingling. Just give up." Zhang Zhengqin’s family was in the pig-slaughtering business, with a good income. Zhang Zhengqin’s husband was famous in the village for cherishing his wife, but because of this, her household was dominated by women. Gu Baizhu’s character was even softer, always listening to his mother, Zhang Zhengqin, and lacked any real skills. Even though many families in Nanshui Village and the entire commune wanted to marry their daughters to Gu Baizhu, he was still not a match for Gu Lingling. So Zhang Lanzhi didn’t even think before she dismissed the idea. "Lanzhi, we have a good private relationship, so tell me, why isn’t my Baizhu a match for Lingling?" Zhang Zhengqin was a bit annoyed. In her eyes, her son was great, and their family conditions weren’t bad either. It should be considered a good match with Gu Chunhai’s family, right? "Our Lingling is beautiful, smart, good at cooking, well-mannered. What does your Baizhu have?" Zhang Lanzhi wasn’t afraid to offend anyone. She firmly believed that Gu Baizhu was not a match for Gu Lingling. Zhang Zhengqin was stumped by this question. It seemed her son, other than having a good temper, really didn’t have any other notable qualities. Dıscover more novels at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 "Okay, okay, I was just saying," Zhang Zhengqin said with a smile. "If you don’t like my Baizhu, there are plenty who do." She continued, "But how’s Jiajia’s engagement? Didn’t I hear it was being discussed with someone from the city recently?" "Don’t listen to those old women gossiping," Zhang Lanzhi said, her face cooling down, then she smiled, "What’s so great about the city? Besides, my husband and I want to keep her with us for a couple more years. No rush." "I love hearing that, Lanzhi. What’s so special about city people? Their life isn’t as good as ours in the countryside," Zhang Zhengqin said. "Didn’t the daughter of Old Wang’s family in Beishui Village marry into the city? She was so thrilled back then, but the things she brought back during the New Year’s visit, tsk tsk... they were pathetic." "A pale girl got married and soon became thin and dark, constantly not getting enough to eat, what a pity." The conversation shifted in another direction, and Yang Yunhai looked at Gu Lingling teaching children to read from afar, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting. No one was good enough for his girl. Looks like he needed to take action faster. Gu Lingling was unaware of this. The children happily circled around her when they all got the last question right, calling out, "Sister Lingling, Sister Lingling..." "Sister Lingling, why is that person always watching us?" Suddenly, a little girl about five or six years old pointed towards Yang Yunhai. When Gu Lingling turned around, she saw Yang Yunhai standing by the roadside at the big square. When he saw her looking over, he gave her a slight smile. Gu Lingling felt as if something had hit her heart again. Yang Yunhai nodded at her and then walked away. Gu Lingling didn’t know how long he had been standing there watching, but she felt her face turning red and hot. Good thing it was nighttime.