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On the way home, Yu Chunmiao curled her legs up, resting her chin on her knees, lost in thought. A wave of longing for her grandmother washed over her, and Qing Xing's eyes misted over. Qi Chong felt a heaviness in his chest as well. He gently nudged Yu Chunmiao with his shoulder and said, "Want to cry? Go ahead, I won't ask."
He didn't want Yu Chunmiao to hide her feelings in front of him. If she couldn't be herself around him, it would be too stifling for her.
Yu Chunmiao leaned against him and said, "I'm not crying; I just miss my grandmother."
Qi Chong wrapped his arms around her and replied, "I've never met my grandmother; my mother said she passed away before I was born. Your grandmother cared for you while she was alive. Just remember her fondly; don't let it trouble you too much."
"I know, dear!" Yu Chunmiao felt comforted by his words.
Hearing the term of endearment made Qi Chong's ears turn red, and his mind flooded with memories from the previous night. Last night, whenever Yu Chunmiao became emotional, she would call him that, almost making him surrender several times.
As they returned home, they spotted two figures standing at the entrance—Chen Ruolan and the two brothers were blocking the way. Qi Chong recognized them and spoke with irritation, "Yu Chunmiao, that tall and thin one is the village chief, Gao Changfa; he's not a good person. The other one is Yang Zhengshan."
Yu Chunmiao recalled that Qi Chong had mentioned something about their father-in-law—this Yang Zhengshan had instigated the village chief to lead their father-in-law and others up the mountain.
When they reached the door, Yang Zhengshan spoke first, "Qi Daizi is here! Just in time; your mother said you're in charge now. If you're not here, we can't even enter."
"Yuan Er! Qi Rong! Unload the things!" Qi Chong ignored them and continued with his own business.
With their elder brother present, the two younger brothers felt reassured; they would do whatever he said.
Noticing that her mother-in-law looked unwell and seemed to have been crying, Yu Chunmiao stepped forward to support her shoulder and said, "Mother, you should go back and rest; we’ll take care of everything."
Gao Changfa frowned slightly. "Is this Qi Chong's wife? What do you mean by that? It sounds like we're here to bully your mother-in-law."
Yu Chunmiao retorted, "Did I say that? My mother-in-law is feeling down; I'm just suggesting she go rest. Does the village chief have to meddle in everything? Do you live on the sea or something?"
"Qi Rong, take Mother back to rest," Qi Rong set down the basket and came over to help their mother.
Seeing both men at home made Chen Ruolan feel reassured.
Gao Changfa pointed a finger at her nose and said, "What do you mean by that? I'm still the village chief here!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Qi Chong pressed down on his hand with his cane. Standing beside Yu Chunmiao with a dark expression on his face, he asked sternly, "What's going on?"
Gao Changfa snorted at Yu Chunmiao, saying, "I won't waste my time arguing with a little girl like you. I’ll talk to Your Man instead."
Qi Chong coldly replied, "In our household, my wife is in charge. Every grain of rice goes through her hands. If the village chief has something to discuss, he can't avoid this little girl."
At that moment, Qi Yuan arrived, and the two brothers stood on either side of Yu Chunmiao.
Yu Chunmiao crossed her arms and shot him a glare, wearing an expression that said, "What can you do about it?"
Yang Zhengshan stepped forward with a smirk and said, "Come on now, we’re all from the same village. No need to be so confrontational. We just want to ask what those carts are taking from your place every day. Is it something profitable? If it’s—"
"Qi Rong!" Qi Chong shouted loudly, "Get your father’s Hunting Knife!"
Qi Rong responded with a hesitant "Eh?" but did not move.
Yang Zhengshan took a couple of steps back and said ingratiatingly, "Qi Daizi, what do you mean by that? I was just having a friendly conversation with you. Why bring out a knife?"
Qi Chong snorted coldly, "You’re not worth me drawing a blade."
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