Chapter 542: Fond of Gu Dajiang
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Madam Fang suddenly stopped in her tracks. It was unknown what she was thinking, but her eyes suddenly lit up with burning ambition.
“Lan’er, that’s Gu Dajiang, right?”
Chen Yulan blinked. “Yes, Gu Yundong calls him father.”
Madam Fang’s smile gradually widened. “Gu Dajiang is quite good-looking. Moreover, I heard that he has studied before. He’s a knowledgeable person.”
Chen Yulan knew her mother too well. When she heard this, how could she not understand what her mother was trying to do?
But this was too whimsical.
“Mother, don’t tell me you want to...”
Now that Madam Fang’s courtyard had been rented to Jiang Yongkang, they naturally had to stay at Chen Liang’s house.
Not only the two of them, but Chen Yulan’s husband, Wu Chong, was also present. He was talking to Chen Liang and the others.
The Wu family also opened a small shop in town. In the beginning, Wu Chong and Chen Yulan were engaged because of Chen Jincai. After all, at that time, Chen Jincai was still a small manager in the workshop in town.
Although there were few people he was in charge of, he still had a little power in his hands. For example, the goods his shop had to buy were partly decided by him in terms of price and time.
Who knew that Chen Jincai would be sent home as soon as he got married to Chen Yulan? He could only be considered a farmer now. It was said that he had to work in the fields every day.
Now that he looked at it, didn’t the man’s hands and face look much rougher?
In the past, when Chen Jincai saw him, Chen Jincai always held his head high and was extremely confident. Occasionally, he would teach Wu Chong as his wife’s uncle and even warn him not to bully Chen Yulan.
Wu Chong was actually very unhappy. He was just a small manager. Did he really treat himself as an elder?
Now that he saw Chen Jincai again, he suddenly had a sense of superiority.
So what if he was his wife’s uncle? So what if he was older than him? Wasn’t he just a farmer who buried his head in the fields every day?