Seeing that her dear husband gave no reply, Xiaoxiao continued to support her chin with her hand, her head spinning rapidly with thoughts.
Could it be that a wealthy family's daughter was ill and needed to recuperate in this countryside?
Or perhaps she took a fancy to someone here, and for the sake of love, followed him? Who among the local lads could possess such charm?
Upon seeing his wife's distracted state, Yang Ming spoke, "Wife, let's go."
"Don't bother me."
"..." His wife was so engrossed in her thoughts that she asked him not to disturb her; he shook his head helplessly and simply waited for her to snap out of it.
Xiaoxiao kept on pondering. That manager Li had come to the village to vie with her for workers and even bought the house she rented—wasn't this deliberately targeting her?
She hadn't offended him, so could it be because the miss had taken a fancy to her dear husband and saw her as a romantic rival? The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
