Do Not Approach

Don't think being drunk gives you a free pass to do whatever you want...

"Yes, just like me and the auntie cooking over there."

Meanwhile, Mu Xiaoxiao continued cooking, blissfully unaware that her "wife" had just made another casual but impactful declaration-and this time, it left everyone stunned.

Everyone, except her, was caught off guard by the boldness. Even Xiaohua's grandmother, who had lived through all sorts of hardships, trembled slightly as she gripped her cane, while Zhang Qiao stifled a laugh.

Qin Yi, however, remained as composed as ever, her gaze steady as she asked Xiaohua, "Got it?"

Xiaohua earnestly studied the words the young lady had written, imprinting them in her mind. "Almost," she replied.

She was indeed a clever child, quick to grasp things. No matter what Qin Yi said, Xiaohua would accept it without hesitation, absorbing every lesson with seriousness.

At that moment, Mu Xiaoxiao, her face glistening with sweat, emerged from the kitchen carrying a dish. "The food's ready! Set up the small table quickly," she called cheerfully.

Sweat rolled down her face, dampening her hair and causing her clothes to cling to her body, outlining her slender figure. Her dark eyes shimmered, exuding a vibrant, outdoorsy energy filled with vitality.

Qin Yi's gaze remained locked on her.

Humans are such peculiar creatures. Once love takes root, everything changes. Even with Xiaoxiao standing right in front of her, Qin Yi couldn't get enough of looking at her.

Noticing this, Xiaohua took the dish from Mu Xiaoxiao with quick reflexes.

Mu Xiaoxiao leaned in close to Qin Yi and whispered playfully, "Dial it down a little. Just look at those starry-eyed glances of yours." There were still others around, after all.

Is Qin Yi now her number one fan?

Qin Yi calmly reached out and gave Xiaoxiao's lips a playful pinch.

Indeed, she loves her.

And yes, she is infatuated.

She wouldn't deny it.

Zhang Qiao clapped Xiaoxiao on the shoulder. "Why are you whispering? The young miss just told Grandma that you two are married!"

Mu Xiaoxiao: ???

She had only been gone for a little while-what on earth had happened?

Married?

The word felt like a spark against her heart, making her cheeks flush. She tightened her grip on Qin Yi's hand, and warmth surged through her chest. She tried to stay calm, but the corners of her lips betrayed her, curving upward uncontrollably, as if she could hang a soy sauce bottle from them.

Just then, the village chief arrived, bringing along his son, a tall, broad-shouldered young man with dark skin and a dazzling white smile.

"This is my son. Just call him Xiaolu," the chief introduced.

Xiaolu had returned to take over his father's duties as village chief. Having grown up under his father's wing, he had always been committed to helping improve the lives of villagers. Now, in his senior year of college, he rushed home as soon as he heard about the arrival of some important leaders in the village.

But the moment he saw Qin Yi, he froze in place, his whole body stiffening, and his face flushed as red as a flame.

No way... is it really her?