Chapter 380: The Sisters-in-law Fight (4)_1
Lin Yuan had just poured tea for a few aunts in the house when she saw Xiao Linshuang run in with glee, panting and shouting to her, "Big sister, brother-in-law, cough cough, Brother Xia has brought a particularly beautiful horse carriage, saying it’s our betrothal gift!"
Lin Yuan was stunned. A horse carriage? When she had gone to the Fuman Building to tell Shopkeeper Liu she wanted to buy his carriage, hadn’t he told her it belonged to Xia Zheng and to use it as she pleased? How come this fellow had sent her a new one today?
All the women in the room looked incredulously at Xiao Linshuang. After repeatedly asking if a carriage had truly been sent and getting confirmation, they all stood up, preparing to go outside to see for themselves. Even the men outside had gotten up and gone out the door.
It couldn’t be helped; in their countryside, ox carts and donkey carts were common sights, but a horse carriage was a rare thing indeed. Although they had always seen Lin Yuan coming and going into town in a horse carriage, they all thought she had rented it. They never imagined that someone would now give her a carriage straight away; how much silver would that have cost!
When Lin Yuan and the others stepped outside, what they saw was Xia Zheng standing at the doorway, looking pleased with himself, leaning on the horse carriage at an angle. Lin Yuan felt somewhat dazzled, suddenly recalling scenes of luxury cars and handsome men she had seen in her previous life. It seemed that whether in ancient times or the modern era, fancy cars and horses remain the go-to move when pursuing a girl.
"Wow, this carriage, it’s really nice!"
"Exactly, look at those curtains, they’re gleaming; couldn’t they be made of silk?"
"Forget the carriage for a moment, look at these horses, so strong and powerful. Look at their hooves, so wide; they are definitely good horses!"
Everyone was chattering at once, and none of it entered Lin Yuan’s ears; her eyes and thoughts were all on the carriage Xia Zheng had sent. This carriage was even more luxurious than Xia Zheng’s own, and its curtains were pink with many tassels hanging from them. At each of the four corners, small bells were tied, chiming crisply with the movement of the carriage.