Chapter 112 Public Places
Ye Zhenzhen's stubbornness came back, and she completely forgot about assessing the situation and taking advantage of it.
She had to challenge Ye's father's bottom line, and she said fearlessly: "Dad, I'm old enough, I can make my own decisions."
Although he seemed to be making a strong argument on the surface, in fact, the sweat on his palms was dripping down between his fingers.
Seeing that his daughter showed no sign of repentance, Ye's father was furious and pointed at her nose and scolded: "Why did I give birth to a daughter like you? You haven't learned anything in these years, and you have learned to be shameless?"
shameless.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but sneer.
Ye's mother advised, "Zhenzhen, go back home and get married! What's the matter with you living with someone else like this?"
Listen to your parents, marry, have children, work hard all your life, and never complain. Even if your spouse is a lazy, drunk, whoring, and gambling indulging in all the five vices, you must never divorce.
Divorce damages the family tradition.
No one cares whether a woman is happy after marriage. No matter how bad a man is, he is still the father of the child. Divorce is a sign of fickleness and must be condemned by everyone.
Ye Zhenzhen took a deep breath, slowed down her tone, and said softly to her father, "Dad, I finally got out of the Northwest, and I really don't want to go back to the Northwest to get married and have children."
"Zhenzhen, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ye's mother was worried that her daughter would anger her husband, so she spoke out to stop her.
Looking at my mother's increasingly hunched body, sadness welled up in my heart.
When Ye's mother was young, her appearance was not the best in the surrounding villages, but she was one of the best. After marrying Ye's father, she became increasingly busy with raising children and never received his love.
Ye Zhenzhen choked up and asked, "Mom, are you really happy for your generation who obey your parents' orders and matchmakers' words? Are all the aunts and uncles around you happy? Why do you force me to live a life like yours?"
Our parents practiced living according to the path of the previous generation, otherwise it would be considered treason.
However, although Ye Zhenzhen looks weak, she is actually born with a rebellious nature.
Ye's father's eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out, and he raised his hand again.
Mother Ye hugged Father Ye's waist tightly, "Zhenzhen still has to go to work. If you hit her, how will she go to work and face people tomorrow?"
Thinking of the beatings she received as a child, Ye Zhenzhen lost control a little, "Mom, you don't have to beg him. It's not like he didn't beat me when I was a child..."
Ye's father did not stop just because she argued. Ye's mother stood in front of her daughter and was slapped on the back.
Ye Zhenzhen hugged her mother, tears streaming down her face, "Why did you hit my mother..."
She was furious and trembling with anger, crying to Father Ye: "I'm telling you, why I didn't go back to my hometown to get married is because I was afraid of meeting a man like you!"
I can still vividly remember the scene of my parents fighting when I was a child. It was more like my father beating my mother rather than a fight.
Ye's mother held her daughter's hand and timidly said to her, "Zhenzhen, your father has never hit me since you grew up. Don't talk about him like that."
What is poison to you is honey to me.
Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes, and suddenly she was speechless. She only felt angry at her for not fighting and sad at her for not doing anything.
She let go of her mother, took two steps back, slowly stood up, looked at her elderly parents, held back her tears and spoke word by word: "Dad, Mom, I'm going to tell you the truth. If you insist on forcing me to go back and get married, either just pretend you never gave birth to me, or I'll give you my life back."
Ye's father and mother were stunned. They knew that their daughter was a little bit temperamental and stubborn, but they didn't expect her to be so determined.
In just a moment, Ye Zhenzhen vaguely saw her parents' shoulders slump.
Her mother took her hands with tears in her eyes. Her hands were covered with dry and cracked grooves, and her hands seemed to be held by the bark of an ancient tree.
Ye Zhenzhen turned her face away, a feeling of depression stuck in her throat.
It is undeniable that she loves her family very much and would go through fire and water for them, but she cannot live up to her parents' expectations.
But when it comes to marriage, she really finds it difficult to obey.
That night, Ye's father was smoking in the study, while Ye's mother was wiping tears in the bedroom.
Ye Zhenzhen sat on the sofa in the living room, burying her head in the pillow in her arms.
Ye's mother came to the living room, slowly sat down beside Ye Zhenzhen, and stroked her daughter's hair, "Zhenzhen, we as parents are worried about you, afraid that you will suffer, afraid that you will be cheated..."
Mother Ye sighed deeply, her tone quite helpless: "When you become a mother in the future, you will know that parents who have daughters are always worried. When their daughters are young, they are afraid that they will meet bad people. When their daughters grow up, they are worried that they will meet the wrong people."
Her mother hadn't touched her like this for many years. Since she left home to study, she had very few opportunities to meet her parents.
Before I knew it, my parents had grown old and their arms had become dry.
"Mom, please don't force me, okay?" Ye Zhenzhen raised her red and swollen eyes and tearfully asked her mother, "Let me make the decision myself! No matter what happens in the future, I will never regret it."
Ye's mother did not express her opinion, but just sat with her daughter for a long time.
Before the New Year, the mall was packed with customers. Ye Zhenzhen was worried that the store would be too busy and didn't want to take a day off. She had a bad argument with her parents the day before, and she regretted arguing with them, but after speaking her mind, she felt much more relaxed.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Baijing appeared in the women's clothing area on the second floor of Yintai, still looking dignified and cold.
He stood out among the crowd.
Ye Zhenzhen escorted the customer to the door and said goodbye to him with a smile. She only took a cursory glance out of the corner of her eye and recognized him at a glance.
Wen Baijing noticed a familiar gaze resting on him, and stared at Ye Zhenzhen with a faint smile.
There were crowds of people around them, and they looked at each other from afar, with only each other in their eyes and nothing else.
As the saying goes: The affectionate wind rolls in the tide from thousands of miles away.
Ye Zhenzhen did not leave shyly. She leaned against the door and looked back to smell the green plums.
Without hesitation or reserve, she quickly returned to the store, grabbed her phone, and walked towards Wen Baijing. She deliberately slowed down her pace in order to avoid being seen.
The two of them still tacitly kept a distance between them, one in front and the other behind. Ye Zhenzhen walked briskly, as if she was stepping on a pile of soft cotton.
Just keep walking like this, it is also a very romantic thing! Walking together in each other's peripheral vision.
Even without holding hands, they knew each other was by their side. Even a huge crowd of people could not separate them.
Sitting in the cafe downstairs, Ye Zhenzhen held her cheeks with both hands, not daring to blink.
A pair of watery eyes looked at him steadily.
Wen Baijing was very pleased. He shook his head in a helpless manner, but couldn't help laughing. "You look very busy? I hope I didn't disturb your work."
Ye Zhenzhen was a little embarrassed when asked this question. How could a small store manager like her dare to say she was busy when facing a boss who was busy with all kinds of things?
But she never regarded him as her boss, nor was he her direct supervisor, there was a huge distance between them.
Ye Zhenzhen was never afraid to show her playful nature in front of him. She smiled foolishly and said, "I'm a bit busy, but I still have time to miss you."
In public, she was rarely seen being unbridled.
To Wen Baijing, this was a blatant tease.
Wen Baijing maintained a good sitting posture, his expression did not change, and his tone was calm with a hint of amusement: "Ye Zhenzhen, you don't think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you in public, do you?"
Before he finished speaking, his bony hand left the coffee cup and slowly and calmly reached out to her, as if he wanted to hold her hand in public.