The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2335: Admitting Their Mistake (7)

Li Xiang gazed at Yang Ruxin.

"Why the stare? I'm no gossip." Yang Ruxin chuckled and lightly tapped Li Xiang's head. "Let me remind you again, others can think whatever, but not you two. It's all history between him and me. If we cross paths again, we're just casual acquaintances. Stop pulling my name into every chat about him."

"I get it, it's just a habit, right?" Li Xiang gave an awkward smile. "Mainly because it involves you."

"Me?" Yang Ruxin furrowed her brows. "Then spill it fast."

"You heard the Guan Family and Tong Family are at odds now, yeah?" Li Xiang whispered. "Know the reason?" She swallowed her candy. "The Tong Family wanted Tong Lingling wed to Guan Qingshu, but he refused. Finally, Guan Danian decided Tong Lingling could wed him, but only as a concubine."

"How does that concern me?"

"I was right behind their house that day and caught Guan Danian telling his wife that Guan Qingshu might still harbor feelings for you. Total rubbish, right?"

"This Guan Family sure has some nerve..." Liang Xiaoyu snorted disdainfully.

"Easy now, they said it privately at home, not to my face, so no need to fume." Yang Ruxin waved her hand hastily. "Back to the juicy bits. Did the Tong Family accept?"

Li Xiang shook her head: "I'm not sure."

"He isn't even a high official yet, and already choosing concubines?" Liang Xiaoyu pursed her lips. "What sort of guy is he anyway?"

"Word is, Guan Qingshu himself turned it down." Li Xiang cracked open a melon seed. "That's why he headed to the Prefectural City."

"Perhaps some influential lady from a scholarly clan has her eye on him." Liang Xiaoyu munched on melon seeds too. "Better than tying himself to Tong Lingling without real backing."

"Possibly so."

"Haha, you two sure love dishing dirt, but let's eat up first—we'll need strength for more chatter." Yang Ruxin suddenly erupted in laughter.

Liang Xiaoyu and Li Xiang paused briefly, then joined in the laughter, as if they saw the truth in it.

By then, the parade had circled the village once and was heading back. The wedding feast at home stood ready. Soon as they arrived, the two bride-and-groom pairs would bow to heaven and earth, and dining would begin.

The crowd buzzed with joy and excitement when abruptly, a woman rushed up stumbling and dropped to her knees from afar: "Yang Ruxin, I beg you, release my husband."

All were shocked. Who crashes a wedding with such wailing? Isn't that inviting misfortune?

"Daju sister, what's this?" Dong Wenxiu was nearby outside and frowned at Yang Daju. "Today's our wedding day, if there's an issue..."

"Sister-in-law, please, free my husband—he's learned his lesson..." Yet Yang Daju stayed knelt on the ground.

"Stand up." Yang Ruxin walked forward, her face showing clear annoyance.

Yang Daju flinched and started rising but recalled her husband and remained: "Xinxin, I admit my husband's wrong, he lost his head, tricked by Wang Baozhu's clan. He regrets it now, I'm sure—please release him."

Yang Ruxin couldn't hold back a cold snort.

"You're something else, huh?" Chai Qin spoke up before Yang Ruxin could. "A few days back, your man got his skull bashed; my lady healed him and fed him through the night. No thanks from you, but now you kneel and cry? Who do you mean to upset?"