Zhou Chen smiled at Aunt Zheng, and then followed Zheng Juan to the side.

Zheng Juan stopped, turned to Zhou Chen and asked, "Why are you so nice to me? Do you like me?"

"Well."

Zhou Chen didn't expect Zheng Juan to be so straightforward. Are all Northeastern women so bold?

"Yes, I just like you and I want you to be my wife."

You are straightforward and I am decisive.

Zheng Juan's face turned even redder, and the boldness she felt just now disappeared all of a sudden.

"I, I'm not worthy of your love, you can find someone better."

Zhou Chen smiled: "It seems that you have already inquired about me and know about my family situation."

Zheng Juan lowered her head. Although it was not her intention to ask about Zhou Chen, she did not stop her mother from asking.

But after asking about it, she felt even more inferior. Zhou Chen came from a working-class family, and his father was an eighth-level worker. Zhou Chen himself now has a job, and he still has a decent job in a publishing house.

As for her, she has no urban household registration, no job, and an elderly mother and blind brother at home.

She felt that she was not worthy of Zhou Chen at all, but she was reluctant to let him go. However, Zhou Chen's actions just now made her decide that she could no longer fantasize like this.

"Zhou Bingkun, you better not come here anymore. I'm not worthy of you. With your conditions, you can find a better woman, but I'm not worthy."

"Whether you are worthy or not is not up to you alone. Finding a wife does not depend on conditions. No matter how good other women are, I will not like them. No matter how bad your conditions are, I will like you."

Zhou Chen didn't beat around the bush anymore and asked straight to the point: "Zheng Juan, let me ask you, if I just want to marry you as my wife, will you agree?"

Zheng Juan did not dare to look directly into Zhou Chen's eyes, lowered her head and hesitated: "I, I don't know."

Zhou Chen smiled: "If you don't know, that means you don't object. Okay, I understand what you mean."

Zheng Juan raised her head in surprise: "What do you understand? I didn't say anything."

"There are some things that don't need to be said."

Zheng Juan looked at Zhou Chen blankly, her expression was silly and quite cute.

"Let's go. Your mother and your brother are waiting for you. We happen to be on the way and we can go together."

After saying that, without waiting for Zheng Juan's response, she turned around and went back to the stall.

Zheng Juan's expression was complicated. She originally wanted to persuade Zhou Chen, but without saying a few words, Zhou Chen made a gesture and didn't even give him any room for negotiation.

But she felt vaguely happy in her heart. Zhou Chen did not dislike her family, nor did he dislike her.

The two returned to the cart, and Zhou Chen said to Aunt Zheng: "Auntie, you go back to Taiping Hutong, and I'll go back to pick up the calligraphy tablets. I happen to be on the way, and I'll help you push the cart."

Aunt Zheng quickly refused: "No, no, young man, you go back first, we will push it ourselves."

Zhou Chen: "It's okay, aunt. I'm a man and I'm stronger than you. Zheng Juan, help me push the bike. You can put your brother in the back seat."

Then without saying a word, he took the car from Mother Zheng's hand and pulled it up easily.

The car is relatively broken and has a lot of things on it. Such a weight is not easy for Zheng Juan and the others, but for Zhou Chen, it is nothing.

Zhou Chen's movements were so fast that Mother Zheng couldn't stop her. By the time she reacted, Zhou Chen had already pulled the car several meters away.

"Juan'er."

Zheng Juan was moved and helpless. She realized that this man was too domineering. As long as he wanted to do something, he would never give her a chance to refute.

"It's okay, Mom, Guangming, come here, my sister will carry you in the car."

Zhou Chen took the lead and left. Zheng Juan could only push Zhou Chen's bicycle and put Zheng Guangming in the back. She didn't know how to ride a bicycle and she had her mother, so she just pushed it.

She had only seen other people's bicycles before, but this was Zheng Juan's first time pushing a bicycle by herself. Although it was not hers, she still felt very happy.

Zheng Guangming also rode a bicycle for the first time. He lay on the back seat and hugged the bicycle seat tightly.

Seeing Zheng Juan chasing after her, Zhou Chen slowed down and walked side by side with them.

"Young man, let me do it."

"It's okay, aunt. I'm a man. This weight is a piece of cake for me. You don't have to be polite to me."

"Young man, I heard from Juan'er that you work in a publishing house and are a cultural person. How can you help us push the cart? Stop and give it to me."

"Auntie, I work in a publishing house, but I'm not a cultural person. Besides, even if I am a cultural person, it doesn't matter. I have to eat and work."

"That's different. Cultural people can't do heavy work."

Aunt Zheng was in her fifties or sixties, and her thoughts were more feudal than those of today. In her mind, educated people were superior to others.

Zhou Chen did not argue, but said with a smile: "Mom, if I say that I like Zheng Juan and want to marry Zheng Juan as my wife, do you agree?"

"ah?"

Before Aunt Zheng could speak, Zheng Juan couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and then her face turned red.

‘Why did he just say it like this? This is too, too’

Aunt Zheng's face was filled with joy: "Young man, do you think it's true?"

It's not surprising that she was happy, it was because she had already inquired about Zhou Chen and learned about Zhou Chen's family background.

Judging from Zhou Chen's family, if their daughter could get married, their life would definitely be much better than it is now.

Not to mention, Zhou Chen now has a job, and it is a decent and well-established job in a publishing house.

If Zhou Chen is willing to marry Zheng Juan, she will definitely agree with her hands.

"Of course it's true. As long as you keep agreeing, I'll ask my mother to find someone to go as a matchmaker when I get back."

"well"

Seeing Zhou Chen and her mother talking about this kind of thing in front of her, Zheng Juan was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

"Mom, stop talking."

But Aunt Zheng didn't listen at all and continued to say to Zhou Chen: "Young man, let me tell you, although our Juan'er has no job and no registered permanent residence, she is actually dragged down by us. Juan'er is really hard-working and has a good personality.

Very good. If you marry Juaner, she will definitely serve you well."

Zhou Chen believes that Zheng Juan has shown this in the TV series. She can not only take care of one person, but also take care of a whole family.

In the plot, except for the flaw of being raped and giving birth to a child, Zheng Juan showed herself to be virtuous and virtuous at other times.

The old Zhou family can live such a good life because of Zheng Juan's silent efforts behind the scenes.

There are many educated and knowledgeable women, but there are really not many women like Zheng Juan who are hardworking and dedicated to their husbands and families.

"Auntie, I definitely believe what you said. When I go back, I will discuss it with my mother."

Zhou Chen fully agreed. Just in case, he really wanted to take Zheng Juan home as soon as possible.

It's just that he is just seventeen now, so it's too early to get married, but he can settle down first and get the certificate later.

"Okay, good boy, I believe you."

Zheng Juan didn't know what to say. She was obviously the one being talked about, but now she couldn't get a word in.

Zhou Chen sent Zheng Juan's family of three to Taiping Hutong. Originally, he wanted to send them to the door, but Zheng Juan refused to let them go, saying that he was afraid that someone would see them and gossip.

Zhou Chen knew that she was not afraid that he would be gossiped about, but that she was afraid that he would be gossiped about.

Just this small gesture made him see Zheng Juan's attentiveness and kindness.

Zheng Juan has not studied much and has a low level of education, but she is actually very smart and has good skills in dealing with people, but she doesn't show it off most of the time.

When Zhou Chen returned home, Li Suhua asked: "Kun'er, why are you so late today?"

"Something delayed me."

Seeing that the food was ready, Zhou Chen washed his hands in the basin and sat at the table.

After sitting down, Zhou Chen did not use his chopsticks immediately, but took out the contents of his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Mom, the company paid wages today."

Li Suhua was shocked when she saw Zhou Chen took out so much money, took it over and counted it carefully.

She was illiterate, but she could still recognize the money.

After clicking carefully, Li Suhua raised her head and asked in surprise: "What's going on, Kun'er, why is your salary so high? It's already over fifty. Is the salary in a publishing house so high?"

As the person in charge of the family's money, her husband Zhou Zhigang has worked for more than 20 years. Now he is an eighth-level worker and a third-line worker supporting the university, earning only fifty or sixty yuan a month.

Zhou Chen had only been working for a month, but she had already received more than fifty yuan. Of course she was shocked.

"How can this be such a good thing, Mom, my basic salary is twenty-six dollars, and the rest is the writing fee given by the agency when I write poems."

"What? Kun'er, you're not lying to your mother, are you? You can also write poetry? How much money can you make?"

Li Suhua already felt like her son was in a dream when she went to work in a publishing house. Now she heard that Zhou Chen also wrote poems and made money. Why does this feel so unreal?

Zhou Chen was unhappy: "Mom, you are looking down on others. I am not bragging to you. My current level, even my brother and sister combined, are not as good as mine. Your old ideas need to be changed."

Changed, from now on, your old son is your best son, you can be proud of me from now on."

Li Suhua rolled her eyes at him and said: "Why do you still want to go to heaven after complimenting you a few times? Kun'er, what you just said is true? Have you really written poetry?"
To be continued...