Chapter 90 - 087 Touching loaches
Seeing Zhong Yuying being ostracized by the villagers, Tang Qiubai felt a pang of empathy, having tasted this bitter loneliness himself. How difficult it must be for a little girl like Zhong Yuying? Tang Qiubai felt sorry for Zhong Yuying, but he too was living at the mercy of others at the moment. Despite his resentment towards Tian Sisi, he still needed to ingratiate himself with her. As for Zhong Yuying, to him, she was just someone unimportant. Sympathy was one thing, but she wasn’t worth his effort to help.
Tian Sisi had no clue about Tang Qiubai’s thoughts at that moment. If she knew, she would probably burst into laughter thrice. No wonder these two despicable people ended up together in their past lives, both so full of themselves.
Tang Qiubai was a man with deep thoughts. In front of the Tian Family, he showed the same deep-seated hatred for Zhong Yuying, making outsiders think Tang Qiubai also disliked her very much. Therefore, no one knew about his internal feelings at this time.
Zhong Yuying had spotted Tian Sisi and the others long ago but didn’t dare to raise her head. She had suffered enough these days and several times could hardly resist the urge to flee Yuequan Village. But she had to endure it since the timing wasn’t right yet—she was still too young. When she got a bit older, she could go to Shanghai to work as a nanny.
As for studying, Zhong Yuying had given up all hope. Now, her only aspiration was to escape before Daddy married her off at the age of fourteen or fifteen. She had already figured out her future path: first work as a nanny in Shanghai, then marry a local Shanghai man. She believed that with her looks and means, she would undoubtedly live well, even better than Tian Sisi!
She must return to the village one day in glory, letting those people who looked down upon her see just how well Zhong Yuying from Yuequan Village was doing.
Thinking of the future where those who scorned her would grovel before her, a smile crept onto her face, but this illusion was quickly shattered by the mountain of clothes before her. She sighed and picked up the wash bat again, washing the clothes—she would just have to endure and get through this difficulty first.
The ditch that Tian Xinhua talked about was at the very back of Zhongjia Bay, a narrow ditch less than one meter wide that the villagers had dug to irrigate the seedlings. Since almost all of Yuequan Village’s rice fields were concentrated around Zhongjia Bay, the ditch had been extended here. It hadn’t rained for several days, and the water in the ditch was shallow, barely covering Zhong Anping’s ankles.