The watermelon was grown by Rong Yan in space.
She had only planted the watermelon seeds last night, and when she woke up this morning, she discovered that the watermelon was ripe.
It was truly... quite astonishing.
Most importantly, the taste was so much better than those sold outside!
She felt that as long as one ate regularly... perhaps one’s health could even improve a bit.
So, she planned to grow not only fruits on that plot of land,
but also some vegetables.
The Qin Family and the Rong Family got along quite happily and naturally stayed for lunch.
Plus, they had brought three watermelons.
Any more would be too much; Rong Yan only took out a few, and taking out more would give it away.
The Qin Family’s visit had made the neighbors envious, and it also confirmed that the man Rong Yan married was not some poor farmer from a remote rural area.
He was a local from Jing City, even from a reputable family compound.
They already thought Qin Ye was quite a catch... The only thing was his rural background,
but now even that single negative point was gone, which made his family background unattainable for most.
In other words... Rong Yan, who was once thought to be married off cheaply, now seemed not only to have not settled for less but in fact had married up.
Indeed, she was underestimated.
Rong Yan didn’t care about the neighborhood gossip, after all, they were going to move away soon.
And those who were invited over for a meal didn’t require her concern. Her dad didn’t call them over... he chose a few with whom they had a good relationship.
However, by four in the afternoon, when Madam Rong returned home, she was fuming.
Rong Yan happened to be in the yard, and seeing her like that, she couldn’t help but be curious, "What happened? Who made you so angry?"
"I’m so angry..." As soon as Madam Rong uttered those words, everyone in the yard stopped their work and turned their attention to her.
Rong Wenming saw that his wife was quite upset and walked over, "What’s wrong?"
Madam Rong couldn’t spit it out fast enough, "They’re spreading rumors outside... saying that if it weren’t for Rong Manman, our Yanyan wouldn’t have landed such a good match... calling our family ungrateful, and accusing us of cutting ties with Rong Wenze’s family and your mother over this..."
She had been so angry when she heard these idle talks that she almost wanted to slap those gossips.
Rong Wenming’s expression darkened instantly, and he scoffed, "So by that logic, are we supposed to thank the person who framed us?"
"Exactly, that’s what’s being spread around." Madam Rong couldn’t find the instigator or who first spread the rumors, so she couldn’t settle the score.
But she felt these words must have come from Rong Manman.
Only she would do such a thing.
Anyway, whenever it concerned their daughter, she became a bit irrational.
If she had any evidence pointing to Rong Manman, she would have gone and confronted her already.
Why would she need to come home and stew in annoyance?
Rong Yan, with a smile still on her face, said, "Really not going? Actually, I really do want to slap her."
Rong Wenming immediately said, "My daughter can slap whoever she wants; after all, it’s definitely the other person’s fault."
Rong Yan:...
She was moved by her father’s words.
Her father was indeed at the top of the fatherhood spectrum.
Madam Rong didn’t want to talk to this father-daughter duo any longer and headed straight for the kitchen.
It was better for her to cook.
As she left, Rong Yan put away her joking demeanor, "Dad, I wasn’t kidding just now because I really do want to slap Rong Manman... You don’t mind, do you?
Rong Wenming: "... I mind."
Before Rong Yan could say anything, she heard her father speak again, "What if your hand gets hurt from the slap? After all, her cheek isn’t as important as your hand. Remember to use something to slap her with."
His daughter’s hands... were the most precious, capable of healing and saving lives. What if they got hurt or swollen from slapping someone? Who would they turn to then?

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