Fu Mingxue emerged, doing her best to appear calm and act as if nothing had happened.
And, of course, to walk normally.
She didn’t see her mother in the courtyard and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then she spotted Qin Wenhao hoeing the vegetable patch nearby.
Just as she looked over, Qin Wenhao seemed to sense her gaze and turned. "You’re up. Breakfast is ready. Mom went to get the two kids dressed."
Fu Mingxue noticed something—the look on his face as he spoke felt different than before.
Just as she was about to go wash up, she heard him speak again. "Oh, right. Mom’s chicken soup is ready too. It’s in that pot. Go pour yourself a bowl."
Fu Mingxue’s face instantly flushed crimson.
’Could this man please not mention the chicken soup?’
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I’ll get it." Qin Wenhao set down his hoe and went to open the door.
He was a little surprised to see Lü Feng standing outside.
"Qin Tuan, you’re back!"
Lü Feng looked a little awkward.
Qin Wenhao looked at him. "Is there something you need?"
"I came to—"
Zhu Xiaohong, who was standing behind him, couldn’t stand his spineless hesitation.
She immediately pushed him aside.
Beaming, she looked at Qin Wenhao. "Qin Tuan, here’s the thing. I was hoping your wife could help me find a job. I’m even willing to pay for one—"
Qin Wenhao was baffled.
Although he didn’t quite understand what was happening, he knew that getting her a job was out of the question.


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