"What's wrong, sister-in-law? I'm not quite sure," Ling Zhenfei felt that Zhou Yun seemed unhappy, but didn't know why.

"Don't pretend you don't know. What exactly is going on between you and Ling Xiu? How long has it been since you last saw Ling Xiu? I won't mention that, but today you actually brought home two girls. What are you thinking?"

Zhou Yun's words carried a hint of displeasure, obviously taking He Lingxiu's side.

Indeed, it had been a while since Ling Zhenfei saw He Lingxiu. They had been childhood sweethearts, and there was a time when they had made a promise to each other for life.

But that was when they were kids. Brother Zhan knew that He Lingxiu indeed had feelings for Ling Zhenfei. Her figure and appearance were indeed flawless, but Ling Zhenfei felt that he was not suited for He Lingxiu.

He Lingxiu was a typical rural girl, pure and simple-hearted, with no hint of malice, just wanting to marry Ling Zhenfei and live a good life.

But in his heart, Ling Zhenfei felt he wasn't worthy of a girl like He Lingxiu. She was so innocent, while he, on the other hand, fell in love with every girl he met, somewhat fickle in love.

If he were to marry He Lingxiu, Ling Zhenfei's behavior would certainly break her heart, so he intentionally distanced himself from Ling Xiu to prevent harming her.

But how could he explain this to Zhou Yun? While she was his sister-in-law, the title was in name only—his brother had been dead for so many years.

Zhou Yun and Ling Zhenyue's acquaintance, marriage, and eventually Ling Zhenyue's death, all happened within a little more than a year. The main reason Zhou Yun married Ling Zhenyue was to repay a debt of gratitude and out of spite towards her family.

During this time, for various reasons, Ling Zhenfei's relationship with Zhou Yun had grown closer, even a bit ambiguous. Now Zhou Yun seemed somewhat angry, not just on behalf of He Lingxiu. It was not that simple.

"Sister-in-law, there really is nothing between me and Bai Ling Yang Zixuan. Just because they are girls, you shouldn't overthink it," he said.

Zhou Yun sighed, "Alright, no need to explain. I can tell by the way those girls look at you; they obviously have feelings for you. I really didn't expect you to be so bold as to bring two girls home at once."

"Sister-in-law, aren't you thinking too much? How could I possibly have that much charm?" Ling Zhenfei said with a laugh.

"I am very aware of how much charm you have," Zhou Yun said and then grew slightly colder, perhaps realizing she had said something wrong as her face suddenly turned red.

"I don't care; you must marry Ling Xiu immediately. That girl is a good child; you cannot let her down," Zhou Yun said with firm resolve.

"Sister-in-law, I don't want to get married right now, and besides, I think He Lingxiu isn't suitable for me."

"What do you mean she's not suitable for you? Then tell me, what kind of girl do you think is suitable for you?" Zhou Yun pressed Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei didn't know how to answer. He certainly couldn't tell Zhou Yun the truth, but would that damage the image she held of him in her heart?

Seeing Ling Zhenfei's hesitant manner, Zhou Yun said, "Actually, I know what you mean. I've lived with you for six or seven years, haven't I? No one understands you better than I do. You think you're too fickle, afraid of hurting Ling Xiu's heart, right?"

As soon as Zhou Yun finished speaking, Ling Zhenfei was stunned. Her words were spot on—Zhou Yun really was the person who understood him best, even knowing what he was thinking.

"Yes, sister-in-law, that's exactly what I mean," Ling Zhenfei could only tell the truth. With Zhou Yun, he no longer had anything to feel embarrassed about.

"But is that fair to Ling Xiu? No matter what you think, you should tell Ling Xiu. You can't let her keep waiting for you. With Ling Xiu's looks, she won't have trouble finding a good match."

Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's admission, the expression on Zhou Yun's face visibly relaxed quite a bit.

"Okay, sister-in-law, I understand. I will find an opportunity to talk to Ling Xiu," he said.

In fact, when it came to He Lingxiu, Ling Zhenfei was unsure how to handle it, not knowing how to deal with it. He and He Lingxiu indeed were childhood sweethearts, having played together since they were kids.

It seemed that ever since they were young, everyone in the village knew that he and He Lingxiu would get married when they grew up, even He Lingxiu's own family always considered Ling Zhenfei to be their future son-in-law.

Now that Ling Zhenfei and He Lingxiu were of age to marry, if Ling Zhenfei didn't marry He Lingxiu, what would the villagers say? It would surely be a huge joke.

Zhou Yun said, "Do you really dare to marry someone other than He Lingxiu, and if you really tell her, what will Ling Xiu do? How will the villagers see you? They will say that once you got rich, you became ungrateful and abandoned Ling Xiu."

Ling Zhenfei felt that Zhou Yun's words were very true, and Zhou Yun was more thoughtful than he was. At times, he was still too simplistic.

"What should I do then? To speak out or not to speak," Ling Zhenfei was truly entangled.

"Ah, forget it, let the sister-in-law be the bad person; I'll go talk to Ling Xiu," Zhou Yun sighed and said.

"Sister-in-law, I really thank you. When you tell Ling Xiu, say that everything is my fault. If there is blame, blame me. But we're still friends, and whatever she needs help with, I'll do my best to assist," Ling Zhenfei said.

No matter who went to say such things, they were bound to offend someone, and in this case, that someone was He Lingxiu, the person he had been closest to initially.

"Enough, don't worry about it," Zhou Yun said, and then she left, her gaze carrying a forlorn light that seemed preoccupied with thoughts unknown.

Ling Zhenfei also felt extremely bad, but more so, he was apprehensive. He didn't know what kind of foolish things He Lingxiu might do upon hearing Zhou Yun's words, hoping it wouldn't hurt her too deeply.

He did this truly not wanting He Lingxiu to have regrets, preferring short pain to long-term suffering.

"The sister-in-law has left; she is so young."

"Sister-in-law is really beautiful. Is she really a sister-in-law? It's incredible," Bai Ling and Yang Zixuan walked back in after watching Zhou Yun leave and marveled at her departing figure.

"Alright, stop looking. I'll take you to see some other places," he said.

The truth was, Ling Zhenfei didn't feel like showing them around anymore. After taking a casual stroll around the estate, he led the two into the office.

Chen Qian was inside, engrossed in looking at the planning map that had been hung on the wall of the room, so large it was taller than a person.

Because Chen Qian was so absorbed, he did not notice at all when the three others stood behind him to take a look as well.

"May I ask what these rows of houses are for?"

The originally quiet atmosphere was interrupted by Yang Zixuan's inquiry, and Chen Qian came to his senses, replying, "Those are for the packaging workshop."

"A farm also needs a packaging workshop?" Yang Zixuan asked perplexedly.

"Of course, the vegetables from the estate will later be packaged and distributed throughout the country," Chen Qian said and looked at Yang Zixuan and the others next to him, almost exclaiming in surprise, "When did you all come in?"

"We've been here for quite a while," Ling Zhenfei said with a smile to Chen Qian.

After Ling Zhenfei made the introductions, Bai Ling was quite talkative and actually started discussing the estate's plans with Chen Qian. Yang Zixuan also expressed her opinions from time to time, asking about things she didn't understand.

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