Every time the conversation reached a critical point, Tang Guihua always found an excuse to change the subject.
This time, Mother Tang was determined to have a serious talk with her daughter.
When Tang Guihua stood in front of her mother with a dress, asking if it looked good, Mother Tang pulled her daughter over and made her sit down.
"Don't fool me; you've fallen in love with him, and your mind isn't clear," Mother Tang chided.
As a mother, how could she not worry if her daughter's future marriage turned out to be unhappy?
Mother Tang was most worried about her daughter getting pregnant before marriage, though if she could marry Luo Yang, it would be somewhat acceptable.
But what if they couldn't get married, and she was left carrying a big belly? What then?
Mother Tang didn't look down on Luo Yang. She just felt that her daughter was angel-like, and Luo Yang should be devoted to only Tang Guihua.
Yet, there was An Yuying, a great beauty, standing between them.
Initially, the village rumor had it that An Yuying and Luo Yang were a couple.
An Yuying was a college student and one of the top beauties in the village. Her love interests naturally became the focus of the villagers.
No villager would have thought An Yuying would choose Luo Yang, making all the suitable young men in the village very jealous.
Luo Yang then became even more exceptional than Lang Yifeng, and those who gossiped about him and An Yuying no longer dared to speak carelessly.
Lately, Lang Yifeng had become Luo Yang's apprentice.
Seeing Luo Yang as the top guy, who would dare to judge his love life?
Whether Tang Guihua and Luo Yang were a couple was a matter of debate among the villagers.
Some villagers thought they were dating, while others believed they were together to learn medical skills from each other.
But no one knew better than Mother Tang, her daughter was indeed Luo Yang's girlfriend.
Whenever villagers probed Mother Tang about Tang Guihua's relationship with Luo Yang, she played Tai Chi, chuckled, dropped a "Who knows," and quickly left the scene.
That's why Mother Tang had been harboring anger.
Every time she talked about Luo Yang with her daughter, the conversation heated up.
Tang Guihua felt her mother was too cautious. In fact, she had only decided to devote her heart and soul to Luo Yang but had not yet given herself to him physically.
Mother Tang, however, mistakenly thought her daughter had already surrendered her body to Luo Yang.
At this critical moment, different perceptions formed a divide between mother and daughter.
"Mom! Are you trying to sabotage my relationship?" Tang Guihua stamped her foot.
"I'm doing this for your own good!" Mother Tang said earnestly.
"Mom, you have nothing to worry about! I know what I'm doing," Tang Guihua swore.
Just then, the door opened.
Tang Dexing stood at the door.
Dexing had overheard the conversation between Mother and Sister.
Who his sister chose as a boyfriend also mattered to Dexing.
As a brother, naturally, he hoped his sister would marry a man of substance.
It'd be easier to rely on a brother-in-law in the future.
If his sister married someone incapable, not to mention relying on a brother-in-law, he might have to support his sister later, which certainly wouldn't make a brother happy.
Initially, Dexing had a hard time accepting that his sister might be paired with Luo Yang.
However, after Luo Yang had resolved many problems for the Tang Family, Dexing's impression of Luo Yang greatly improved.
Now, Dexing felt he could accept Luo Yang as his brother-in-law.
Whether Luo Yang was to embrace both sides or marry only one was not Dexing's concern.
All he wanted was to hang out with Luo Yang.
Hearing Mom and Sister discussing Luo Yang, Dexing couldn't help but speak up.
"Mom, Sister has good taste..."
Before he could finish, seeing his mother glare at him, Dexing quickly shut up.
"What do you know!" Mother Tang rebuked.
Dexing chuckled, stuck out his tongue, and quickly slipped away.
Seeing her mother talk on and on, Tang Guihua didn't even feel like changing clothes anymore.
"Mom, I'm going out for a bit," Luo Yang said as he left the room.
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After leaving the Tang Family's place, Luo Yang and Zhang Jing walked along the quiet village path in silence.
Although Luo Yang did not know Zhang Jing well, he knew from their interactions that she was a beauty who was neither too warm nor too cold, always seemingly on the brink of becoming good friends without ever quite getting there.
The moonlight was hazy, making it hard to discern Zhang Jing's expression.
However, from her subtle actions, Luo Yang felt she was somewhat uneasy.
He did not have this impression when they previously went to Tang Guihua's house.
Upon slight reflection, he roughly guessed the reason.
Luo Yang smiled and said, "Sister Jing, back in the room, I was just chatting with Sister Guihua."
Chatting until the double mattress squeaked, that was indeed a strange occurrence.
Zhang Jing agreed and responded, "I know."
But her tone clearly didn't believe it.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman alone in a room naturally leads to wild thoughts.
Moreover, with bed noises and intermittent cheerful laughter from Tang Guihua, who wouldn't speculate they were engaged in some pleasurable physical activity?
Initially, Luo Yang wanted to explain and then find an opportunity to delve into Zhang Jing's background.
But now, an awkward mist seemed to envelop them, making it best to quietly continue their walk.
However, Luo Yang was very concerned about Hong Jiaxin, and he felt obliged to eliminate any potential threat to her.
Zhang Jing was very likely to cause harm to Hong Jiaxin.
"Sister Jing, if you're not used to living in the countryside, you can stay in the town. I go to the town almost every day, so it won't hinder your learning," Luo Yang said.
"Master, I really like the beautiful scenery and fresh air of the countryside, getting to know so many friends. I'm quite happy here," Zhang Jing replied.
Just from her demeanor and appearance, one could tell Zhang Jing was born into a wealthy family.
Expressions can be feigned, but grace cannot.
The environment one grows up in shapes one's demeanor.
For instance, true aristocrats display class in every gesture, something the nouveau riche can't compare to.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from behind.
Luo Yang and Zhang Jing both paused and turned around, spotting a figure approaching from a distance.
From the silhouette, it appeared to be Tang Guihua.
As she drew closer, indeed it was her.
"Sister Guihua," Luo Yang softly called out.
Tang Guihua came up to Luo Yang and, without hesitation, started hitting him with her small fists.
Just because her mother talked about Luo Yang, which upset Tang Guihua.
Seeing Luo Yang, she naturally wanted to act coy with him.
Therefore, the force of Tang Guihua's punches was very weak, like willow branches brushing against one's body.
"It's all your fault," Tang Guihua coquettishly chided.
"Sister Guihua, what's wrong?" Luo Yang grabbed Tang Guihua's wrists.
Zhang Jing felt quite awkward standing by; she wondered if Luo Yang had not satisfied Tang Guihua earlier, compelling her to come out and settle scores.
After all, Luo Yang and Tang Guihua had not spent much time in the room.
From a woman's perspective, Zhang Jing felt Luo Yang indeed lasted only a brief while, not long enough.
"Master, I'm going to run a bit,"
With that excuse, Zhang Jing started jogging ahead, maintaining a distance of over twenty meters from Luo Yang and Tang Guihua.
At that moment, Luo Yang pulled Tang Guihua into an embrace, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
"Sister Guihua, tell me, why are you unhappy?"
As he spoke, he gently caressed her soft back and tenderly pecked her moist lips.