"Yanyan, in the future with these kind of things... it’s better to be more cautious. Don’t stir up trouble before achieving anything good. Sometimes, other people’s words can be sharper than a knife. You are my only daughter; I don’t bother others, I just want you to be safe and sound."
Otherwise, if something happened to our daughter, how would we, as old couple, cope?
Rong Yan fell silent at her words, "Mom, I will be more cautious in the future." That was all she could say now.
She wasn’t a saint, but when things happened right before her eyes and considering the old man’s character was decent, she still wanted to check on him.
Besides, she wasn’t someone who avoided issues. If she couldn’t handle even a small crisis, then all her previous years would have been for nothing.
Hearing her daughter talk like this finally soothed Madam Rong’s tense expression.
She then indignantly said, "That Huang Cuihua, previously I only felt she was a bit greedy, yet I thought she was still bearable to deal with. I never expected her to be this kind of person."
"What kind of person she is doesn’t matter, we don’t need to talk about her; she can’t manipulate us anyway." Rong Yan truly didn’t care about that woman.
Qin Ye had been silent all along.
However, seeing that his wife had calmed her mother-in-law in just a few words, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them returned home.
Upon seeing them return, Rong Wenming immediately came up and asked, "How did it go? Is he okay?"
"He probably won’t make it through the night," Rong Yan remarked.
Hearing this, Rong Wenming was somewhat surprised, but also not surprised.
"It’s getting late, I’m going back to my room." Rong Yan headed to her room.
Qin Ye, who had not yet left, said to his father-in-law, "Dad, I won’t be studying that tonight..."
Rong Wenming immediately waved his hand, "Okay, go and rest early!"
"Okay." Qin Ye nodded and then followed into his room.
Seeing his son-in-law and daughter leave, Rong Wenming asked his wife, "I saw you looking furious earlier. What happened?"
Although Madam Rong had mostly calmed down during the walk, her anger surged again when he asked.
So, she narrated the entire episode that had occurred at the team leader’s place.
Lastly, she concluded, "Doesn’t that make you furious?"
"Why get angry over that? Just because she says something, does it make it true? It’s an impossible situation; any slander is futile without evidence. You have to believe in your daughter; she’s smart and can handle this."
Rong Wenming couldn’t help but chuckle, "Would you rather see a daughter who lacks any kindness and ignores others in distress?"
Madam Rong: ...
Actually, she really could.
She liked her daughter no matter what.
***
Rong Yan looked at the person entering the room and raised an eyebrow, "You’re not studying tonight?"
Qin Ye shook his head, "I’ll take a break tonight; no studying."
Rong Yan didn’t mind that, and she looked up to find Qin Ye staring at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Qin Ye: "Wife, you are the best."
Rong Yan’s lips twitched. Is that all?
"I have something even more impressive, look at the comics I drew today."
She handed him the small sketchbook she had prepared to submit.
It was about an educational story.
She was still a bit unsure, so she hoped for some feedback.
Qin Ye took it and began flipping through it, his eyes brightening with each page.
"Wife, your drawing is really good, and the story is quite fresh and engaging."
Rong Yan looked at him, "You think it will work?"
Qin Ye nodded without hesitation,
Giving a very high affirmation, "Definitely."
"Then great! I’ll organize it a bit more, and when you go to work at the town’s agricultural station, you can mail it for me."


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