Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Jiang Weiwei was forced to stop, looking up at Su Wanqing's calm and unwavering eyes. Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, but she refused to back down.

"Ha, consequences? What consequences could there be for a country sanitation worker like you? You're just getting lucky!"

She's a reborn person!

Know the golden decade to come!

As long as they can weather the current storm and wait for the reform and opening up, they can go into business, sell socks or clothes, and become among the first to get rich! Her vision and ambition are something those trapped in the present simply cannot understand! That father who only cares about power and position, and that hypocritical, fake heiress sister, will be left behind by the times sooner or later!

Su Wanqing suddenly smiled slightly, but her eyes were devoid of warmth: "You'll find out soon enough. By the way, I heard your father locked you up at home. Does he know you escaped? Does he know you caused him trouble again?"

Jiang Weiwei's face turned deathly pale in an instant! Her mother had indeed used her father's office name to arrange a car to take her there! If this got back to her father...

She dared not linger any longer, nor did she have time to argue. She shoved Su Wanqing aside and rushed out of the courtyard gate in a panic, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Watching Jiang Weiwei's disheveled retreating figure, Liu Shuqing sighed, "Dr. Su, let it go, don't stoop to her level. No matter what, she's still Leader Jiang's own daughter. Leader Jiang oversees the entire Ili Prefecture, we..."

Su Wanqing nodded: "Secretary Liu, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Does Leader Jiang have another daughter? Do you know her? Could you introduce us?"

Liu Shuqing: "..."

After all that talk, he still wants to mess with Jiang Weiwei. Oh well, there's nothing he can do about it. It's Jiang Weiwei's own fault for courting disaster.

Liu Shuqing nodded helplessly: "Alright, I'll introduce you to her in the next couple of days. Leader Jiang has another daughter named Jiang Sisi. She's very kind and gentle, with no airs at all, and very easy to get along with—"

Su Wanqing was somewhat surprised; this fake heiress seemed to be quite popular.

After Liu Shuqing left, the courtyard finally became completely quiet.

Uncle Ding had Lin Tingting wheelchair over, and said with a look of shame, "Niece-in-law, I'm so sorry. Before Yan Shen left, he repeatedly told me to keep a close eye on them and to discuss things together. But just now... I was tongue-tied, and no matter what I said, they didn't believe me. I couldn't help at all."

Su Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart: "Uncle, don't say that. When I came in, I saw you were in a hurry to explain to them. That's enough." Unlike Lin Tingting, who looked gloating, Zhou's mother seemed indifferent.

Uncle Ding was still ashamed: "What's the use of just explaining? It's all my fault for being weak and uneducated..."

Su Wanqing: "It's really alright, Uncle. Go back to your room and lie down. You'll need to stay in bed for a few more days before you can get up. I'm going to cook."

Lin Tingting rolled her eyes: "That's because your uncle was worried about you and insisted on coming down, almost breaking his leg again, so he called us over from next door. We just moved in and this happened..."

Su Wanqing glanced at the messy yard: "Did you feed the chickens and sheep today? Did you clean the yard? Did you water the vegetables? Have you finished all the chores?" She still has time to be sarcastic towards her?

With each sentence Su Wanqing spoke, Lin Tingting's face paled a little more.

"Why aren't you finished? Go get to work!" Su Wanqing said calmly. "Are you just standing here like a doorman? Don't you want dinner?"

A surge of anger welled up in Lin Tingting, and the words "Fine, I won't eat it, who cares?" almost escaped her lips. But when she caught a glimpse of the fresh fish and pork hanging from the handlebars in the basket on Su Wanqing's bicycle that she had pushed back, she swallowed the words back down her throat.

Zhou's mother had obviously seen it too, and she kept giving Lin Tingting meaningful looks: "Tingting! Hurry up and get the work done! There's such a big pile of work, if you don't do it, who will? Finish it quickly so we can eat!"

Now Zhou's mother knows Su Wanqing's personality well. If she really dares not to do any work, they're guaranteed not to get any of the dinner she makes tonight.

Anyway, it's not like she's doing the work; it's just a matter of talking. Zhou's mother is happy to let Lin Tingting do the work.

Lin Tingting finally stamped her foot, asking herself for the hundredth time: Did she really like her cousin to this extent that she was willing to feed chickens and sheep and do this kind of work for him? Why would she give up a good life in the city and come to the countryside to work?

Lately, she felt more and more that this wasn't worth it, but she couldn't help but feel resentful when she thought of her cousin's broad shoulders and narrow waist! In the end, Lin Tingting gritted her teeth and went to clean the chicken and sheep pens. Her cousin had specifically told her before he left that she should sweep up the chicken and sheep droppings and pile them up in the backyard for composting.

Su Wanqing ignored her and put away the things on the bicycle one by one. After Zhou's mother and Lin Tingting's things were moved out, the outer room was much more spacious, and the two sturdy wooden shelves that Uncle Ding had made came in handy. She stacked the corn and other durable goods she had bought on the shelves, and put two fresh fish in a bucket and hung them in the well to freeze, preparing to make fried fish pieces tomorrow, and then secretly use her spatial ability to return ten times the amount to stock up on another batch.

Dinner was rather bland. Zhou Yanshen wasn't there, and she was too lazy to cook something delicious for Lin Tingting and Zhou's mother.

Also considering that Uncle Ding's leg injury required a light diet, only a pot of millet porridge was cooked, a bowl of steamed egg custard was made, and the staple food was steamed buns taken directly from the space - dinner was complete, rice porridge with white steamed buns, and even the pickled vegetables were too lazy to be chopped.

She washed two bunches of grapes and a few peaches, cut up a whole watermelon, and brought it into the inner room, then secretly ate extra food for herself.

Looking at the bland dinner on the table, Lin Tingting couldn't help but grumble, "They clearly bought fish, meat, watermelon, and grapes, why didn't they bring them out to eat? They just gave us this?"

Su Wanqing slowly ate a small bowl of rice. "Uncle's leg injury requires him to eat light food. We can have fish tomorrow. Do you have a problem with that? If you do, then don't eat it tomorrow."

Uncle Ding was very dissatisfied with Lin Tingting's attitude when the police came today. They were all family, and no matter what, they should have stood together against outsiders instead of gloating over his niece-in-law's misfortune. Therefore, he scolded, "Alright, you're already being generous with this meal. What kind of talk is this, being picky! Hurry up and eat."

Lin Tingting choked until her face turned red, and could only angrily gnaw on the steamed bun, finding it tasteless.

Zhou's mother pursed her lips. She used to like light foods like millet porridge and steamed buns, but she didn't know when it started, she found these foods tasteless.

"Honestly, Su Wanqing has spoiled my palate." Zhou's mother slowly got up, took a plate of pickled vegetables, cut two salted duck eggs, and ate her rice with porridge.

After dinner, Zhou's mother returned to her own house, Lin Tingting went to wash the dishes, and Su Wanqing locked the door to the inner room, drew the curtains, and brought out a large plate of fragrant braised red-bellied pheasants.