"What if he gets reckless and does something you’ll regret? By then, it’ll be too late."
"Sigh, I was wrong about you before. You had Jiang waiting on you hand and foot, so I thought you must be really hard to get along with. I never expected you to be so much fun in private."
Chi Yun’er’s eyes curved into crescents.
A smile like that gave her a sweet and gentle air, making it doubly lethal.
"And I never expected someone with a temper like a firecracker, like you, Zheng, to have such a heroic heart."
Zheng waved her hands dismissively. "Oh, don’t flatter me. What heroic heart? My parents say I’m a simpleton—the kind who’d get sold and still help the buyer count the money."
"Sometimes I do things that hurt people before I’ve even thought them through. I used to really disapprove of you, thinking it’s better to rely on yourself than anyone else."
"The only difference between you and the rest of us was that you had parents who doted on you and a childhood sweetheart who was completely devoted to you. We were all toiling away miserably in the fields while you were living a life of leisure in your courtyard. Who wouldn’t feel bitter seeing that?"
Chi Yun’er shrugged and sighed. "What could I do? The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. All I could do was let you channel your grief and indignation into strength, and silently cheer you on."
Zheng stared at her for a long moment before asking in a low voice,
"Chi, did you really not push Comrade Bian?"
Chi Yun’er raised an eyebrow. "If I said I didn’t, would you believe me? Aren’t you afraid I’m lying?"
Zheng waved her hand and laughed. "What’s there to be afraid of? How many of those rumors are ever true? Besides, didn’t they say at the time that no one actually saw it happen?"
"Even Jiang said his angle was bad. He only saw you reach out your hand; he couldn’t tell if you were trying to push her or pull her back."
"But as the story got passed around, it turned into you pushing Comrade Bian off the bridge out of jealousy."
"It just boggles my mind. Our Chi is beautiful and was Jiang’s childhood sweetheart. Why would she be threatened by a village girl who’s barely even passable-looking?"
"Who would be holding a white flour bun and still want a sweet potato cornbread? Besides, the way Jiang doted on you was completely unprecedented!"
"Even if you did push her, it must have been because she said something nasty to provoke you!"


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