CHAPTER 282: CHAPTER 282: MARRY ZHAO DAHE?!

Perhaps it was this sentence that gave her strength. Xiaofeng’s expression no longer held panic, and she repeated firmly, "I am healthy and can give Jiang a child. Aunty, Jiang is the eldest son of the Zhao Family; you surely want him to have offspring, right? Sister Xiu’er can’t give birth, but I am willing to. Besides, Sister Xiu’er and I are cousins, we are very close. The child I bear will definitely also be kind to Sister Xiu’er."

What eldest son would willingly let his line die out?

Her aunt said she’s doing a good deed, and the Zhao Family should thank her, not blame her.

"In any case, since Jiang tarnished my reputation, he must take responsibility for me." Xiaofeng said, sticking out her neck, "If you don’t agree, I’ll go out right now to find someone who will make things right for me."

"Xiu’er is Dajiang’s legally wedded wife. If you chase after him like this, do you know what that makes you? A concubine. Perhaps you don’t know what being a concubine entails, do you? Being a concubine is no different than being a servant. You must follow the rules set by the legal wife, serve her, and as for having children, only if the wife agrees can you give birth. If she doesn’t, even if they force an abortive concoction on you, you must accept it. You think it’s a life of luxury? No, no, no. If you upset the legal wife, they could sell you off in a day, and the Government wouldn’t care." Meng Yao said slowly.

Xiaofeng’s face went pale; her aunt hadn’t mentioned any of this.

"Sister Xiu’er is kind; she definitely wouldn’t treat me that way."

"You know your Sister Xiu’er is kind, yet you still want to do this. Aren’t you taking advantage of her kind heart?" Meng Yao questioned.

"No, no, my aunt said this is also for Sister Xiu’er’s good. Otherwise, if she can’t have children, sooner or later, she’ll be thrown out by the Zhao Family. If the two of us sisters are united, we can establish ourselves firmly in the Zhao Family." Xiaofeng defended.

"United? Girl, do you not have a brain? Put yourself in her position: if you were married and your best sis slept with your husband, would you feel good about it? Could you be united with her?" Meng Yao scoffed coldly.

Xiaofeng opened her mouth but couldn’t say anything.

"Girl, where are your parents? Are they willing to let you be someone’s concubine? I know you think our family’s Dahe is promising, believing that the Zhao Family will be prosperous in the future. But don’t forget, that prosperity is earned by Dahe, not Dajiang. This boy Dajiang is sincere and honest; he won’t want to live off his younger brother. Before coming to the Capital City, Dajiang told me more than once that he would be content to stay home and farm. As his mother, I’ve always been very fair, and I respect my children’s decisions." Meng Yao said.

This was to tell Xiaofeng that what they assumed were high branches were actually not high at all.

"My parents are gone; I’ve been living with my uncle and auntie. They want me to be with Jiang. If I don’t, they want to marry me off to a widower in his forties, and I don’t want that." Xiaofeng murmured with her head down.

Is this a case of a pitiful person necessarily having a hateful side?

But your pity is your own matter; you can’t harm others just because you feel sorry for yourself, right?

"I, I don’t have to give Jiang a child; I could marry the second son. The second son is not married, isn’t that perfect?" Xiaofeng said, gathering her courage.

Marry Zhao Dahe?

Who says girls in ancient times were all reserved?

In Xiaofeng, Meng Yao saw no trace of reservation at all.

She was really bold enough to have such thoughts.

She didn’t look down on rural girls, but at the very least, one’s character should be intact, shouldn’t it?

For someone who tries to climb into beds, their character is very questionable.

"You look ugly, but your thoughts sure are grand." Zhao Xiaohua entered through the door, speaking bluntly. She had been listening outside for a while and, in her life, had never seen such a thick-skinned girl.

"I, I—" Xiaofeng’s face was flushed red with embarrassment.

"What do you mean ’I’? You can’t even speak clearly, and you’re learning to climb into beds? Whatever your aunt tells you to do, you’ll do? Have you seen anyone really eat shit just because someone told them to? You say you’re sisters with my sister-in-law? My sister-in-law has already cut ties with the Song Family, so what kind of sisters are you?" Zhao Xiaohua always had a sharp tongue.

Xiaofeng’s eyes were filled with tears, looking ever so pitiful.

"Mother, Xiaohua." Song Xiu’er had arrived at some unknown time, "Thank you both."

Ever since the incident, Song Xiu’er had been pretending not to care, partly worried that it would affect Zhao Dahe, and partly because of her soft heart. Besides, she always had it in her heart that in the future someone else would give Zhao Dajiang a child.

Just because she had this thought didn’t mean she could accept it easily.

These days, she had been tormented inside.

Every moment felt like two little devils fighting.

One said yes.

One said no.

She had also tried to guess Meng Yao’s thoughts. Though her mother-in-law was kind to her now, Dajiang was her son, and if time passed without him having children, her thoughts could change, couldn’t they?

Now, understanding Meng Yao’s stance, Song Xiu’er felt so moved she wanted to cry.

"Xiu’er, we’re family, no need to stand on ceremony. Since you’re here, what do you think about her? Don’t worry; our whole family stands by your side." Meng Yao said.

"Sister-in-law, you shouldn’t overthink this. My reputation isn’t something that can be affected by trivial matters like this. If this girl thinks she can harm my reputation, she’s just imagining things." Zhao Dahe also appeared.

"I, I don’t want her to be with Dajiang." Song Xiu’er, encouraged by Meng Yao and Zhao Dahe, expressed her feelings.

Even if she couldn’t bear children, if Dajiang were to find someone else, it should be someone chosen by her mother-in-law and willingly by Dajiang, not someone forced on them.

Besides, Song Xiu’er knew well that her mother had planned it all, definitely aiming to exploit Xiaofeng for benefits.

How could she let them succeed?

"You, you are going too far." Xiaofeng said angrily, face turning red with anger.

"If you didn’t have ill intentions, our family wouldn’t even know who you are. So, you brought this upon yourself, coming here to be taken advantage of." Zhao Dahe glanced at Xiaofeng, speaking slowly, "Instead of blaming us for going too far, why not blame the one who gave you this bad idea?"

"Wah—"

Xiaofeng plopped down to the ground, crying loudly, "I just want to find a way out for myself. I don’t want to marry a widower! I know what I did was wrong, but apart from doing this, I don’t know what else to do. I thought about running away, but our household registration is held by my uncle and auntie, and I can’t leave without it."

Without a household registration, one can’t obtain a travel permit, and without a travel permit, it is indeed difficult to move.

"What if I could help you get your household registration? Would you still cling to my brother?" Zhao Dahe asked.

"I, I..." Xiaofeng hesitated again.

The Zhao Family’s house was large and spacious, and Jiang was also handsome.

In her heart, she was actually willing.

But since she started sticking around the Zhao Family and refusing to leave, Jiang had never expressed anything.

Just now, the Zhao Family made it clear that they did not welcome her.

Moreover, she could tell that this matter didn’t affect Zhao Dahe much, and if she insisted on staying with the Zhao Family, she probably wouldn’t gain anything good.

Her initial intent was not to marry the widower.

Now she was already in the Capital City, and Zhao Dahe said they could help her get her household registration, which was beyond her initial intent. With the registration in hand, as long as she’s not lazy or foolish, she could live well on her own, right?