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After finishing the steamed buns, Yu Chunmiao began to feel drowsy again.
"I want to sleep," her voice was soft and sweet, almost like she was whining.
Qi Chong heard her and stiffened. He was contemplating whether to let her call him by a different name, like A Chong or Qing Ge, when she directly addressed him.
The happiness came too suddenly; his voice was gentle and soothing. "You can lean on my back to sleep, but remember to bring your straw hat." He paused for a moment before adding, "Qing Niangzi."
Though he only suggested leaning against him, Yu Chunmiao wrapped her arms around his waist and fell asleep on his back.
As he rubbed the small hand resting on his abdomen, Qi Chong felt overwhelmed by the day's surprises.
He confidently drove the Ox Cart into the village, drawing curious glances from passersby.
Upon arriving at Wang Butcher's house, Lin Qiujiu also came out with her husband.
Qi Chong patted Yu Chunmiao's hand gently. "Qing Niangzi, wake up, we’ve arrived."
Yu Chunmiao stirred slowly, groggily being helped down from the cart by Qi Chong.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt Lin," he greeted. "The Ox Cart will be back again the day after tomorrow, just like today, leaving at the fifth hour in the morning."
Lin Qiujiu nodded vigorously; she was pleased that they had earned twenty coins and that her husband was still around to help with chores like gathering firewood and fetching water.
After returning the cart, Qi Chong was about to leave when he turned back after just two steps and took out the marriage certificate to show Lin Qiujiu.
"Aunt Lin, I’ve married Yu Chunmiao," he said hurriedly. "I’ll bring wedding sweets next time."
Regardless of whom he married, Qi Chong had no plans for a grand wedding feast. He wanted everyone in the village to know that Yu Chunmiao was officially part of the Qi Family. There was no need to inform everyone individually; telling Lin Qiujiu would suffice.
Lin Qiujiu felt flattered; Qi Chong never initiated conversations with others, yet here he was showing her the marriage certificate. This felt like first-hand information, making her feel valued.
After exchanging congratulations, she didn’t let Qi Chong off easily and pinched the marriage certificate while saying, "The eldest son of the Qi Family, did you hear? He Guangping from Village East got beaten up last night! Oh my goodness! His face is unrecognizable! His wife went crying to the village chief, but He Guangping won’t say who did it. Do you know anything about it?"
She recalled that just a few days ago Qi Chong had taught He Guangping a lesson and had a hunch that he might be involved again this time.
Qi Chong averted his gaze from her expectant eyes and focused on his marriage certificate, feeling uncertain.
Lin Qiujiu, the eloquent speaker, began recounting stories from He Guangping's childhood, mentioning how he had always been a troublemaker, sneaking around and visiting brothels.
Qi Chong attempted to retrieve the marriage certificate but was thwarted several times.
"Lin Aunt!" Qi Chong raised his voice, interrupting Lin Qiujiu mid-sentence.
"The marriage certificate," Qi Chong reminded him.
Lin Qiujiu felt a moment of awkwardness before handing the certificate back to Qi Chong.
Feeling that leaving without further ado was somewhat impolite, Qi Chong nodded slightly and said, "We are leaving now."
Yu Chunmiao silently held onto the Large Wooden Basin, obediently following the man beside her.
The basin was taken by the man as they walked side by side out of the room.
Once they reached a secluded area, Yu Chunmiao let out a sigh of relief, finally dropping her pretense of being clueless.
She thought it was impossible to keep pretending forever; it troubled her.
Noticing even the slightest change in her expression, the man asked, "Qing Niangzi, what’s wrong?"
Yu Chunmiao pouted in complaint, "I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t even know if Yu Daman is the one who stole the secret recipe or how Lu Ziyou will deal with her."
Qi Chong also felt that it was not worth it for such a worthless Gambler to cause his wife distress.
"Don’t worry," he reassured her. "If you don’t want to pretend, then don’t. After all, you are mine now; he won’t dare to do anything."
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