Chapter 9: Someone’s More Impatient Than I Am

Darkness fell.

Only the crescent moon and twinkling stars adorned the sky.

Inside the main room of the Wen family courtyard, fifteen people filled two square tables.

“Tiger Brother, thanks to your support today, we were able to get revenge for Xiaowan,” Wen Dafu poured baijiu (Chinese liquor) for the elders at the table.

Wen Hu said heartily, “Dafu, you’re too kind. We’re all family, sharing the same surname Wen.”

“Yes, I was wrong. With everyone’s cooperation, our Wen family is united and fearless,” Wen Dafu finished, downing the baijiu in his bowl.

The smooth, rich, and mellow taste made Wen Dafu glance at his daughter. This must be the liquor she bought; the liquor he bought wasn’t this pure, it was always diluted.

Wen Wan blinked, not understanding her father’s gaze.

Wen Hu and the others followed suit, secretly praising: Dafu, the old boy, is really generous today, serving them pure sorghum liquor.

“Don’t just drink, everyone, eat some food to fill your stomachs,” Cui Yulan cheerfully urged everyone.

After a satisfying meal, everyone belched contentedly.

“No need to see us out, we can go back ourselves,” Wen Hu and the others waved their hands, taking their bowls and chopsticks home.

After seeing off the guests and closing the courtyard gate, everyone except Wen Dafu, who had drunk a little too much and was resting on a stool, rolled up their sleeves to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Fortunately, the guests brought their own bowls and chopsticks, otherwise, washing the dishes would have been a huge undertaking.

Twenty minutes later, five people gathered in the main room.

“Ahem…” Wen Dafu coughed twice. “The whole family is here today, there’s something we need to discuss.”

He looked up at his daughter’s expression.

“Don’t beat around the bush, just say it,” Cui Yulan elbowed him, warning him not to be mysterious.

Wen Dafu winced in pain; his wife’s elbow was really fierce.

“Xiaowan, from the time of your accident until now, Chen Jianbing and his family haven’t come to visit. Your brother went to find Chen Jianbing today, but he wasn’t there. That boy might have other plans.”

After speaking in one breath, Wen Dafu, Cui Yulan, and the others all looked at Wen Wan.

Wen Dafu thought: If my daughter cries later, how should I comfort her? Should I scold Chen Jianbing or what?

Cui Yulan thought: If my daughter cries later, I’ll hug her and comfort her. I have plenty of cloth coupons saved up; I’ll make her a new dress.

Wen Jianguo thought: I’ll go find Chen Jianbing’s trouble tomorrow.

Tian Xiaochao thought: My younger sister’s life is so bitter, why did she meet such a vicious woman like Liu Xiaoling?

“He saved others but not me when we fell into the water together. That man is unreliable; I don’t want him,” Wen Wan said calmly, propping her chin on her hands.

Wen Dafu slapped his thigh in agreement, “Daughter, you’re right.”

Cui Yulan, with a mother’s delicate heart, said, “Daughter, don’t keep your unhappiness bottled up inside, Mom is here for you.”

“Mom, I’m serious,” Wen Wan sat upright, her expression serious. “After almost dying yesterday, I’ve changed my mind.”

Hearing Wen Wan’s last sentence, Wen Dafu and Cui Yulan exchanged a glance. Mom must have talked to her precious granddaughter.

“Xiaowan, it’s good that you’ve let go. There are plenty of good men out there. We’ll find one in town, in the county…” Wen Dafu said frankly.

His daughter was pretty and a high school student; she wouldn’t have trouble finding a good man.

Speaking of the arranged marriage made him angry. During the famine, his mother, seeing the Chen family fainting from hunger, kindly lent them a brick of glutinous rice.

The Chen family then eagerly said that they would repay the life-saving grace by arranging a marriage between Chen Jianbing and his daughter.

“Dad, let’s not talk about that now. We need to think about the Chen family’s matter,” Wen Wan brought the topic back to the main point.

The novel only briefly mentioned the marriage of both parties, even skipping the process, and she didn’t read anything about Liu Xiaoling and Chen Jianbing’s life after joining the army.

Ignoring the novel’s brief description, based on what Wen Fu just said, the Chen family clearly doesn’t want to continue with the wedding.

Whether the Chen parents were bothered by yesterday’s incident, disliked her for being “impure,” or there were other reasons, the Chen family’s actions spoke volumes.

However, from the moment she woke up, the original book was no longer the same. Life is precious, and she, Wen Wan, wouldn’t waste it carelessly, nor would she treat this transmigration as a game.

“Daughter, the Chen family still owes us a life-saving debt. If they want to break off the engagement, they should show some sincerity,” Wen Dafu said bluntly.

Wen Wan searched her memories. Oh, that’s right, she had asked her grandmother for help when she saw Chen Jianbing’s gaunt and wide-eyed appearance.

“Dad, what’s the rush? Someone is more impatient than us,” Wen Wan had a hunch that the scumbag and the wicked woman were destined to be together and wouldn’t easily break up.

Even if they went to the Liu family today and exposed Liu Xiaoling’s attempt to harm her, the note in her hand couldn’t serve as evidence, and no one had witnessed it.

Liu Xiaoling didn’t dare to swear at the time, but if they reported it to the police, she might take any poisonous oath to save her life.

Wen Jianguo scratched his head, “Xiaowan, what do you mean? Aren’t we going to find the Chen family?” He still wanted to call people to find trouble with the Chen family tomorrow.

“Don’t speak, just listen to the command,” Cui Yulan looked at her silly son with some disdain.

“Dad, where does the person who saved me, Er Laizi, live? We should go and thank him properly,” Wen Wan changed the subject.

Looking down at her delicate hands, she spoke of gratitude, but secretly planned to use Er Laizi as a breakthrough point, almost forgetting about another villain with ulterior motives.

Wen Dafu and Cui Yulan exchanged glances, both gesturing for the other to speak.

Wen Dafu: You tell the daughter.

Cui Yulan: The daughter called you Dad and asked you, you should answer.

Wen Dafu rubbed his hands, his expression a little unnatural. “Xiaowan, we’re still looking for the person who saved you. He was just passing by.”

He wasn’t like the Chen family. The young man saved his daughter’s life, so he should go and thank him, but they hadn’t found out his information yet.

Hearing this, Wen Wan raised her eyebrows and clicked her tongue. Interesting. Since it wasn’t Er Laizi who saved her, this is different from what the book said.

Wen Wan didn’t know that everything that happened since she entered 1978 had become uncontrollable.

“What are we doing tomorrow? Are we still buying vegetables?” Wen Jianguo cautiously asked.

Their father-in-law was the main chef for the family banquet today. His wife had reminded him earlier to ask clearly so they could make plans early.