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nRong’er nuzzled into Qian Jiyun’s chest before turning his head to speak to his mother.

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n“Okay.” An Jiuyue was initially stunned by her emptied hands. She simply nodded at her son after he called out to her.

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nFor some reason, there was a sense of sourness in her heart.

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nThey are father and son, after all. Despite only knowing each other for a few days, they are already intimate. I can’t compare to that.

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n“I’ll cook, but you’ll still have to start the fire, Rong’er.”

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nShe knew that Qian Jiyun would have to leave eventually and did not want the boys to become too reliant on him. She had never asked her children to light a fire or wash the vegetables. This was the first time she initiated and called Rong’er to the kitchen with her.

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nWei Na thought, that’s what they call jealousy.

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nRong’er did not suspect anything and nodded happily. “Okay!”

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nAn Jiuyue looked at Qian Jiyun and asked, “You’re here? When do you intend to leave?”

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nQian Yiyun heard her question as she walked down the treehouse, nearly missing a step and tumbling down.

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nShe rubbed the tip of her nose, feeling sorry for her brother. He had just arrived, but her sister-in-law was already chasing him away. She seemed wary of men.

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n“Sister Jiuyue, my brother said that he has settled his matters. You saved us, so I wanted to do something more for you. Aren’t you reclaiming the mountainous land over there?

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n“Besides, we don’t have much firewood left. We have to chop up more. My brother can do all of this.”

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nYan Nuo had already been chased away by Qian Jiyun. He was not allowed to return to the treehouse before Qian Jiyun could woo An Jiuyue back.

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nUpon hearing her words, An Jiuyue looked at Qian Jiyun in surprise. “You’re both staying here?”

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nDid he discover something?

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nI thought he would leave with Qian Yiyun immediately or leave 1000 taels of silver as repayment for saving their lives.

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nBut now he’s moving in? What’s going on?

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n“Yiyun likes this place, so I thought I’ll let her stay here for a while longer.” Qian Jiyun stared deeply into his wife’s eyes.

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nWhy did I not notice the wariness in her eyes when she spoke to me? It seems like I’m not attentive enough.

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nHe added after some thought, “It’s rare for me to have some leisure time too. Would you mind if we stay a little longer at your house, Miss An?”

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nAn Jiuyue was silent.

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nCan I say that I’m very unwilling?

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nBut Qian Yiyun has been here for so many days. If I’m unhappy about it, I should have expressed that a long time ago instead of waiting until now, right?

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n“I only have three rooms in my house. As you can see, there are… a lot of people here now.”

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nQian Jiyun raised an eyebrow.

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nIs this an indirect rejection?

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n“Well…”

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nRong’er’s voice interrupted them. “Mother, it’s okay. Xiao Zhou and Xiao Xing can sleep with Aunt Yiyun. Xiao Lu can sleep with you, and we can sleep with Uncle Qian.”

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nXiao Lu1 was the nickname for the little boy that An Jiuyue found while buying cabbages. She named him An Yilu.

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nAn Jiuyue was surprised.

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nThese little traitors! Who raised you?

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nBut then again, what kind of luck does Qian Jiyun have? He has two good sons who are siding with him even before finding out he’s their father! So ridiculous!

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