Chapter 121 : I’m not getting married!

Tong Fang’s voice echoed throughout the family courtyard.

Jiang Yu couldn’t help but step outside, almost thinking she misheard.

“Who? Who died?”

Lin Donghua was stunned. “I heard Tong Fang say… Fu Xiangyang is dead?”

This was too sudden!

While they were speaking, Tong Fang had already rushed in, heading straight for the Fu family.

“Aunt Lin, someone asked me to tell you, Fu Xiangyang is dead! He was driven to death by his wife!”

Lin Hongxia’s legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

She was so shocked that her spirit felt scattered, sitting there in a daze for a long time.

“What did you say? What happened to my Xiangyang?”

Tong Fang quickly repeated, “I heard someone say he was driven to death by his wife, and he’s still at the hospital!”

Lin Hongxia cried out in despair, “Xiangyang! My son, how could you die so tragically! Oh, my Xiangyang!”

Xu Lihua quickly said, “Old Lin, stop crying. Let’s go to the hospital, there might still be a chance!”

With Tong Fang’s help, Lin Hongxia staggered outside.

“What bad luck for our family! What bad luck!”

Xu Lihua sighed, “A perfectly healthy person, and I just saw him this morning, how could he just be gone? What could Jiang Ting have done to drive him to death?”

With such a big incident happening, Sun’s mother also came out of the house, coldly retorting, “Mind your own business.”

Old Master Duan came out as well. “Everyone, go back inside. I’ll go check at the hospital.”

Everyone waited for news at home, and even people from other courtyards came to inquire.

They waited until evening when everyone got off work.

As soon as He Tingyue walked in and saw that a white cloth was hanging at the entrance of the courtyard, he paused.

“Aunt Xu, what’s going on?”

Xu Lihua said, “Xiangyang is gone, so I’m just helping out…”

“Shut your mouth! Xu Lihua, I think you have bad intentions, wishing for my Xiangyang to die, he’s fine!” Lin Hongxia had returned at some point.

Xu Lihua was astonished. “He’s been saved?”

“Saved my foot! My Xiangyang is perfectly fine! He just fainted. I don’t know who spread the rumor that he died!”

She had cried so hard and even went to the hospital to hug someone else’s father, wailing.

A young man nearby reminded her, “Aunt, you’re crying at the wrong grave.”

That was when she realized Fu Xiangyang hadn’t died at all.

Seeing He Tingyue come home, Jiang Yu pulled him inside.

“Fu Xiangyang is okay, right?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,he just fainted from the shock.”

Jiang Yu gasped, “That’s so weak, no wonder he’s so thin.”

He Tingyue raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you like thin guys?”

He remembered last time Jiang Yu complained about Sun Zailiang being short and thin.

Jiang Yu gave him a sidelong glance. “I like you like this.”

Tall and broad-shouldered, with a fit physique.

“Cheh.”

He frowned. “Don’t tease me.”

Jiang Yu pouted. “Who’s teasing you? So shameless.”

She went out to stir the chicken soup on the stove and added mushrooms.

“How about we don’t have steamed buns tonight and make noodles instead? We can have chicken noodle soup?”

He Tingyue thought about the hearty noodles he made last time, and his mouth watered. “Sure, I’ll go knead the dough.”

He rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen.

Before long, He Feiyan and her two younger siblings came home.

“It smells so good! It’s the smell of chicken soup!” He Lilan inhaled deeply, enjoying the aroma.

Jiang Yu pointed to her nose. “You have the keenest nose, go wash your hands and have some chestnut cake, it’s fragrant and sweet.”

He Feiyan didn’t need reminding, she quickly washed her hands and ran to get the chestnut cake.

At this time, the chestnut cake was still warm, its sweetness from the red dates and chestnuts made it absolutely delicious!

“It’s happiness to have my sister-in-law around.”

When Jiang Yu wasn’t around, He Tingyue wouldn’t cook, and everyone had to eat from the cafeteria.

He Feiyan squatted by the door, munching on the chestnut cake, when she suddenly noticed Zeng Chang storming over to Sun’s mother, furious.

“Xiuyu, who hit you? Who left you like this?”

Sun’s mother wiped her tears in grievance. “Don’t ask, let’s make a big deal smaller. It’s my fault that I lost my man so early, so I can only be bullied for nothing.”

Zeng Chang’s eyes filled with sympathy. “What are you talking about? You still have me!”

Sun’s mother forced a smile. “You’re getting married, I can’t hold you back. You shouldn’t come to me anymore, it’ll only draw gossip. My life is what it is.”

Zeng Chang felt heartbroken, blurting out, “I won’t get married! I won’t! I’ll stay by your side for life and never marry!”

Jiang Yu “…” What kind of person is this?

Sun’s mother shook her head. “Please don’t. Brother Zeng, I hope you have someone who knows how to care for you. Don’t give up your happiness for me, I’m not worth it!”

“What nonsense are you saying? Besides you, who else deserves my loyalty? I’ll go to Nangha Village tomorrow and cancel the engagement!”

Sun’s mother looked troubled. “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?”

Zeng Chang’s face turned serious as he shook his head and took money from his pocket, pressing it into her hand.

“I’ll handle this matter, don’t worry. Use this money to nourish yourself, and don’t hold back with me!”

He Feiyan looked at the chestnut cake in her hands, suddenly feeling nauseated.

She stared blankly at the scene, secretly wondering, “So, they won’t get married?”

Jiang Yu shook her head. “I don’t know. That Aunt Ruan is truly skilled.”

Xu Lihua’s schemes were no match for Sun’s mother.

If Zeng Chang really went to Nangha Village to cancel the engagement tomorrow, Yang Cuilan would definitely make a scene.

He was so naive, Jiang Li’s reputation was already tarnished, and Yang Cuilan wouldn’t let go so easily.

Not long after, He Tingyue came out.

“Wife, the noodles are ready.”

Jiang Yu opened the lid of the chicken soup, the rich aroma filled the entire courtyard, making the neighboring children drool.

“The soup is almost ready too, just add the noodles in, blanch them, and pour the chicken soup over it.”

“Okay.”

After cooking the noodles, there was a huge bowlful.

Jiang Yu, He Feiyan, and He Lilan ate less, only taking one bowl of noodles, while the rest was shared among the three of them.

But they voluntarily let the meatier chicken legs go to the women.

The chewy noodles drenched in the rich mushroom chicken soup kept everyone busy eating, leaving no time for conversation.

After they were full and felt warm in their bellies, Jiang Yu smiled with squinted eyes, filled with a deep sense of satisfaction.

“This is so delicious!” she exclaimed.

He Tingyue scooped some noodles from his bowl for her. “Eat some more, you barely took any.”

“I’m full, I usually fill up with this much, and I still haven’t finished my soup.”

They had finished the whole pot of chicken, soup and all.

The soup was simply too delicious for her to let it go to waste.

He Tingyue stopped her from reaching for more. “Eat! You’re not eating enough!”

Jiang Yu couldn’t suppress her smile. “Alright then.”