Why is he, a married man, arguing with an unmarried man about what title to use?

"Brother Shen, you two aren't planning on getting married yet?"

"Don't wait until I have my second child and you're still all alone," Yang Yanzhou said smugly.

He no longer has to worry about his family's objections; he suddenly has a wife and children, and he'll be laughing in his dreams.

Thinking of the fortune stick he drew at Dapuluo Temple last time, Yang Yanzhou narrowed his eyes. He had to go again; it was very accurate.

“We’re ready. We agreed to get our marriage certificate as soon as we get back to China,” Lu Yunshen said calmly, a smile welling up in his eyes.

Yang Yanzhou, "..."

He looked at Lin Ziyan, who was walking ahead of him, and then at the rearview mirror, somewhat incredulous.

As Lin Ziyan walked to the big banyan tree at the village entrance, the old women who were chatting saw her and all gathered around.

"Ayan, you're finally back."

“My daughter-in-law has been talking about you every day. We’ve finally got you back.”

"Ayan, come to my house for dinner tomorrow night..."

The old ladies were so enthusiastic that Lin Ziyan was a little overwhelmed.

It was only after the chubby girl stepped forward to comfort them that they were able to escape.

Lin Ziyan exchanged a few polite words with them and then hurriedly pulled Jiaojiao home.

"What's going on? I've been gone for over a month, and whenever there's something good happening in the village, everyone looks at me like I'm a fortune." Lin Ziyan rubbed the goosebumps off her hands.

Jiaojiao giggled, then quickly covered her mouth.

The chubby girl said, "Isn't it just like seeing money?"

"The food court at the seafood market is doing very well. Those aunties have made a lot of money. Everyone's life is better now, and they all remember your kindness."

Lin Ziyan nodded. No wonder the old ladies suddenly became so enthusiastic.