Yang Ye clicked his tongue upon hearing this.
Well, it seems his third brother was eyeing Qiao Xiaomai's money-making ability.
What a pity, the little wealth deity was being targeted. That's problematic.
While Yang Ye and Yang Wang were bantering, Qiao Xiaomai returned to the village in her carriage.
After arriving home, she soaked the mulberries given by Yang Ye in the water of the Spiritual Spring. Then she sat in the courtyard, lost in thoughts about Yang Ye's words from the afternoon.
After a worrisome dinner, she sat again in the courtyard.
At midnight, the figure of Tong Sanlang appeared in front of her and took a seat opposite to her as he usually did.
She bit her lip, stood up, walked over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lifting one of her legs, she straddled him fully, sitting on his thighs.
She hugged him tightly, her little face buried in the hollow of his neck, her nose turning sour and her eyes warming up.