What right do you have to marry someone else? You're like a piece of fat meat; you should rot in my pot.

"Please, have pity on me. If you don't go, my brother will beat and scold me." The woman looked pitiful, her eyes fixed on Ye Qingzhou: "Sister-in-law, please go see Mother. She's sick and misses you."

Early in the morning, Ye Qingzhou had just stepped out the door when Yu Yue stopped him.

Chonghua frowned, completely disbelieving her: "Miss, I'll go tell Boss Jiang."

Ye Qingzhou reached out and pulled Chonghua back: "No. He's been traveling for days, let him get some more sleep. I know what I'm doing."

Chonghua had no choice but to return and stand in front of Ye Qingzhou, still on high alert.

Ye Qingzhou didn't trust Yu Yue either. Besides, there were old and new grudges from past lives. Ye Qingzhou patiently sighed, trying to calm the churning dislike she felt towards Yu Yue. She spoke as calmly as possible, "You should leave. I won't go."

Having said that, he got into the carriage.

“Sister-in-law, how can you be so heartless? Mother knows she was wrong. She said that none of the others, including Liu Yan’er, are as good as you.” Yu Yue shouted from outside the carriage.

"Let's go," Ye Qingzhou said.

The painting and the pumpkin responded. The pumpkin cracked its whip, and the horse began to trot forward.

Yu Yue followed beside the carriage: "Sister-in-law, if you remarry, you must marry into a good family. That Jiang Jinghong is clueless about romance, and he's all muscle, like a gangster boss. He's no good person."

"Hurry up," Ye Qingzhou instructed the person in front of him.

"Yes, Master, hold on tight." Pumpkin said, and cracked the whip again, and the horse indeed started running.

"Ye Qingzhou! Ye Qingzhou! Don't go! You'll regret treating me like this!" Yu Yue shouted from behind the carriage.

Her voice faded into the distance and eventually disappeared.

Finally finding some peace and quiet, Ye Qingzhou closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Upon arriving at the post station, Ye Qingzhou took the handwritten letter meant for her daughter and mailed it.

After Ye Qingzhou left, a man also inquired about sending the letter.

Three days later, Ye Qingzhou went to the post station to mail a letter and inquire whether he had received a reply.

The messenger immediately replied, "No."

Ye Qingzhou thanked the messenger and returned home.

The carriage sped along, but when it reached the alley entrance and turned a corner, the horses slowed down.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage curtain at the back was lifted. Yu Xi's face reappeared before Ye Qingzhou.

The repainted picture and the pumpkin were both in front. Ye Qingzhou saw Yu Xi, her bright eyes widening in surprise. After a second of stunned silence, she patted the carriage in front and called out, "Yu Xi!"

Seeing Ye Qingzhou and her increasingly prominent pregnant belly, Yu Xi's melancholy eyes brightened with joy: "You should call me husband."

"Husband my foot!" She was telling Pumpkin and Chonghua that Yu Xi was here. Besides, he even lifted one leg, preparing to climb onto the carriage. Ye Qingzhou was unarmed, only able to stubbornly insist, "Don't come any closer."

"Heh!" Looking at Ye Qingzhou's anxious and frightened appearance, Yu Xi felt even more pleased. It seemed that he had returned to the past, back to the time when Ye Qingzhou tried to please him and read his expression. He smiled and said, "Come back with me. Mother and sister are both sick. They miss you and Qingqing."

"don't want."

Yu Xi was not surprised by Ye Qingzhou's refusal. She reached out and grabbed the back door of the carriage, preparing to get in.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, pulled Yu Xi down.

It's about redrawing the pumpkin.

The two of them heard something amiss and rushed over in a flurry.

"Get out!" Chonghua pointed at him and cursed.

This scumbag has harmed the boss so many times, how can he still have the nerve to show his face in front of her? How can he be so shameless? Pumpkin stood in front of Chonghua, pointed at Yuxi with a horsewhip, and said with great momentum: "Get out! Grandpa's whip doesn't have eyes."

The servants who used to be so obsequious before him now have the audacity to yell at him. It's all because he's poor. That's why they all look down on him. A bunch of snobs.

Upon catching sight of a figure ahead, Yu Xi's anger transformed into a mocking laugh: "Hahahaha..."

Is this person crazy? What's so funny about being scolded? Immediately, Pumpkin and Redraw heard a shout of "Giddy up!" from ahead.

Oh no! Pumpkin and Repaint exchanged a glance and immediately understood why Yu Xi was grinning like a demon.

"girl!"

"Boss!"

The pumpkin ran forward.

He redraws the figure reaching out to grab the carriage.

We caught them.

But the horse spurred its hooves, and the carriage sped away.

I couldn't hold onto the redraw at all; it slipped from my grasp, and I fell to the ground.

"Oh no! The horse is injured and bleeding!" Pumpkin shouted from the front.

No wonder the horse suddenly became agitated; Yu Xi must have done something to it. Chonghua glared at Yu Xi resentfully, gritted her teeth, and got up. Her hands were numb and painful. She didn't have time to look and went to chase after the carriage.

Yu Xi sneered, watching the carriage speed away: Ye Qingzhou, this will teach you a lesson. Next time, behave yourself.

"Whoa!" The carriage actually slowed down.

As soon as the horse stopped, the carriage curtain was lifted.

Ye Qingzhou was still shaken, her hands gripping the wooden planks inside the carriage tightly, her fingers turning white and aching. She looked up and saw Jiang Jinghong's face.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Jiang Jinghong came to her side and gently stroked her hand. When her hand lost its strength, he blew on it and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Hearing Chonghua chattering away, talking to people, and complaining incessantly, Ye Qingzhou felt safe and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me carry you downstairs first." Jiang Jinghong kissed her forehead, then stroked her hair, patiently comforting her: "Jiang Yuan has taken his servants to chase after him. Li Qi went to fetch Doctor Wang; when she arrives, she'll examine you."

With him by my side, I certainly have less to worry about. This isn't the first time I've entrusted someone with such a life-or-death situation.

"Mmm." Ye Qingzhou hugged him and leaned against Jiang Jinghong's chest. She even touched the hard, fleshy parts of Jiang Jinghong's body.

This tall and strong body, amidst the entanglement of Yu Xi's family, was like a sturdy ship in a storm, sheltering her from the wind and rain, protecting her, and allowing her to move forward steadily.

So, Ye Qingzhou said sweetly from the bottom of her heart, "Jinghong, you are so good."

"You're not good, touching me like that, aren't you just setting a man ablaze?" With his beloved in his arms, speaking softly and tenderly, Jiang Jinghong felt immense pleasure, but his lower body was already aroused…

Jiang Jinghong held her, kissed her temples, and began to rehashing old stories: "If you know how good I am, marry me now. It would be even better if we could consummate our marriage tonight."

Ye Qingzhou placed her hands on his chest, supporting herself, and looked up at him. After a moment, she replied, "Okay."

Okay? She agreed? Jiang Jinghong grabbed her shoulders with both hands, his face full of surprise, his eyes shining, and his eyebrows flying up: "Really? You can't go back on your word. I'll go prepare right now."

"Really. Please take me back first, okay? My legs were so weak just now." Ye Qingzhou's voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry.

"I'll carry you, I'll carry you back. You don't have to walk. I'll carry you every day from now on." Jiang Jinghong was overjoyed and forgot that they were in the carriage. Holding Ye Qingzhou, he stood up abruptly and bumped his head with a thud.

"Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

It hurts. Jiang Jinghong was happy. With her lover comforting her like this and personally rubbing it, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Jiang Jinghong insisted on carrying Ye Qingzhou out of the car. Along the way, he told everyone he met that his wife's legs were weak, so he was carrying her. He also smiled and invited people to attend the wedding.

It took me half an hour to walk just half an alley. In that time, I could have circled the entire town.

Upon returning to his residence, Jiang Jinghong immediately had someone write invitations.

A letter from my hometown, Fengcheng, was delivered by the gatekeeper.

"It's Qingqing's reply. I couldn't find it earlier, so the messenger brought it back himself." Ye Qingzhou took the letter, opened it, and frowned: "Why does she suddenly want to see Yu Xi and Grandma? That's strange. She used to be very afraid of them."

"Don't panic. When I went back last time, I saw her, and she didn't say anything. The old manager is taking care of her there, so everything will be fine." Jiang Jinghong handed her a glass of water.

Ye Qingzhou took the water, and the temperature of the water, through the cup, touched her fingertips.

“No, that’s not right.” Ye Qingzhou put down his teacup, placed the letter on his fingertips, and gently rubbed it. “This paper is wrong. It’s too thin. It’s too soft. It’s not the paper Qingqing used.”

After saying that, Ye Qingzhou stood up and tried to rush out: "Where did this letter come from? Has something happened to Qingqing? Did they kidnap Qingqing to write it?"

Jiang Jinghong pulled her back and held her hand in his: "Don't be afraid. If you're worried, I'll go back. Why would I trouble you to go yourself?"

"I……"

“I’m your husband, I’ll protect you from everything. Besides, bring Qingqing here, she can be there when we get married, it’ll be so lively, won’t it be wonderful?” Jiang Jinghong gave her a few more words of advice, and then entrusted the wedding preparations to Jiang Yuan.

In less than half an hour, Jiang Jinghong, carrying a bundle, rode off on horseback.

Ye Qingzhou insisted on seeing him off, watching his back gradually become a small black dot on the official road.

On the way back, Ye Qingzhou held the letter in his hand, thought for a long time, and said, "Change course and go to the post station."

Inside the post station, everyone performed their duties.

"You mean, this letter wasn't delivered by you?" Ye Qingzhou's hand, gripping the envelope, trembled. "But there's a postmark on it!"

"It's fake!" The messenger casually pulled out a letter and pointed it out to her: "Our stamps are very clear. Look at this one, it's all blurred together. And look at the writing, it's not real at all."

"No. What is it then?" Ye Qingzhou's mind was in complete confusion.

The messenger took the forged letter and looked at it: "This person is quite skilled at forgery. With that kind of skill, what couldn't he do better? Since he can read, wouldn't it be better to be an accountant? Humph. He's not learning anything good."

It's fake. The letter is fake.

But Jinghong really left. Just because of one sentence from her, Jinghong left in a hurry.

Ye Qingzhou felt a pang of sadness. She clenched her fist, then released it. She put away the letter and said to Jiang Yuan and Nan Gua beside her, "Go quickly! Go help him! That person has some evil intentions. What will he do all by himself? It's all my fault, I was too hasty."

“You are his wife, he won’t blame you.” Jiang Yuan comforted her, “Don’t cry, sister-in-law, if your second brother finds out, he will be heartbroken.”

"That's right, it's the bad guys' fault. They're deliberately playing tricks on us. Let's go now. We can catch them." Pumpkin said, pulling Jiang Yuan along, borrowing a horse from the post station, and galloping off at full speed.

The afterglow of the setting sun.

He is depicted holding a horsewhip and driving his carriage.

The carriage stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingzhou asked.

“There’s a rock blocking the way, I’ll move it,” Chonghua replied.

Ye Qingzhou was suspicious and afraid that something else might happen, so he lifted the curtain and got off the carriage.

The stone was too big. They tried to redraw a person, but despite their hard work, the stone didn't budge an inch.

Ye Qingzhou walked over, stopped her, and held her hand tenderly: "You just bandaged your hand because you hurt it today, don't squeeze it."

"I'm being careful. My hand doesn't hurt anymore, so it won't delay your wedding preparations with your fiancé."

Ye Qingzhou looked at her hand and felt relieved before saying, "Let's go back. Ask the people at the post station for help."

"Madam, were you waiting for me?" Yu Xi stepped out of the shallow ditch by the roadside, shaking off the weeds covering her body. "Finally, you've fallen into my hands, Ye Qingzhou. What right do you have to marry someone else? This piece of fat meat should rot in my pot."