The live stream audience is once again debating how Yan Qiao will use this batch of rare wood.

However, Yan Qiao didn't care at all; taking just one piece of golden nanmu wood was enough.

"Divide the wood into several equal-sized pieces according to the lines I carved. Be careful not to damage my wood."

The rest of the work was easy, but by this point, Chen Zhou's hands were trembling so badly he could barely lift them.

Yan Qiao glanced at him and said, "Are you very tired? Why don't you take a rest? I'll pour you a cup of tea. How about the green tea that Yan Yaoyao drank today? She really likes it, and I'm sure you will too."

Chen Zhou, feeling utterly hopeless, thought, "It's not hard work."

But he still went into the pavilion and drank the tea that Yan Qiao had poured for him.

"Did your mother really take the betrothal gifts back?" Yan Qiao asked, pretending to chat with him casually.

Shen Zhou's face stiffened, unsure how to respond.

It's not very respectable to talk about this.

Yan Qiao glanced at the box he brought and said, "You should take it back. It's not very dignified to ask for something back after giving it away. Don't let your mother ask for it back later, even if I take it back."

Chen Zhou's smile was forced. "No, my mom isn't that kind of person."

Yan Qiao raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Chen Zhou turned his face away in a flustered manner, truly unsure.

This wasn't the first time Zhou Yuanxi had done something undignified.

He wanted to please Yan Qiao, so he adopted an attitude of admitting his mistakes and correcting them.

“It was indeed my mother’s fault. When I get back, I’ll tell her to send the things back and apologize to Yan Yaoyao.”

Yan Qiao's expression softened slightly with satisfaction.

Yan Yaoyao was overjoyed while watching the live stream. Shen Zhou had said these words in front of many netizens, so he certainly wouldn't deny it.

But before they could be happy for long, they heard Yan Qiao laugh and say, "Yan Yaoyao has been doing charity work lately. Given her indifferent nature, she probably doesn't care about these mundane things. Why don't you just cash them out and donate them to charity in her name? She'll be even happier that way."

[Yan Yaoyao: No, I'm not happy!]

[What kind of scumbag is Yan Qiao? She tricked three people at once!]

[I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing so much! Hahahaha!]

Chen Zhou thought about it and felt it made a lot of sense.

“I would tell my mom to cash out the items and donate them to charity. Yan Qiao, you are so thoughtful.”

Yan Qiao smiled and waved her hand, "It's not that I'm being considerate, it's just that your mother is a very immoral person, so it's good to accumulate some good karma for her."

Chen Zhou: "..." Thank you.

"Want some more?" Yan Qiao asked with a smile.

Chen Zhou was captivated by her gentle smile, "I won't drink anymore."

Yan Qiao nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Then it's time to get to work."

Chen Zhou looked utterly dejected. "How about we have a couple more drinks?"

Pei Jingzhan pretended to roll up his sleeves, "Chenzhou is no good, I'll take over."

Shen Zhou immediately became incredibly excited, exclaiming, "I can do it!"

Help me up, I can still do it!

Next, as if stimulated by something, he moved quickly, making the pieces of wood one by one according to Yan Qiao's requirements.

Yan Qiao clapped her hands, quite satisfied: "Thank you, it's getting late, let's go home early."

It has the air of something that's used and then discarded.

Chen Zhou's heart suddenly turned ice-cold.

"That's...that's it?"

Yan Qiao glanced at him. "Otherwise, do you expect me to pay you? You're not even as good as Yan Yaoyao. She picked mulberry leaves for me this morning and didn't ask me for money."

Yan Yaoyao: "..." I should thank you for praising me?

Chen Zhou stammered, "I didn't mean to ask you for money, it's just..."

“You still have things to do right now, so you need to go back early. You also need to help your mother donate money. This donation is at least 5 million, right? That’s no small amount. I’m afraid you can’t make the decision. Hurry back and discuss it with your mother.”

Chen Zhou patted his chest, "Of course I can make the decision!"

Yan Qiao looked at him with a complicated expression. Why couldn't this person understand?

I'm mainly afraid your mom will break your legs.

In order to drive Chen Zhou away, Yan Qiao looked around and generously gave him a pound of green tea.

Green tea costs thirty yuan per pound!

Chen Zhou, of course, didn't know the real price, and happily walked away with the green tea.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yuanxi, who was at the Shen family home, received a phone call from a friend.

"Mrs. Shen, this is not a very generous thing to do. Why do you want to take back things you've already given away? After all these years in the Shen family, how come you're still so petty?"

"Mrs. Shen, how much are you planning to donate? Our organization is looking to sponsor children in the Liangshan area, and we're short about a hundred thousand yuan for this project."

"Mrs. Shen..."

Zhou Yuanxi angrily hung up the phone, only to find out what Chen Zhou had done.

She was furious. Those things were originally hers. The marriage didn't happen, so why couldn't she take them back?

They want her to donate the cash equivalent? Why should she do that?!

She was so angry at her stupid son that her liver ached.

She was especially furious when she saw him come back carrying a bag of precious tea leaves.

"Chen Zhou! I told you to pursue Yan Qiao, and what did you do? Letting a brat play with you like that?"

Shen Zhou said with dissatisfaction, "Where did Yan Qiao trick me? She even smiled at me today! That's a huge improvement compared to before! Look at this tea, she asked me to bring it back as a gift for you."

Zhou Yuanxi was so angry that she had a headache and chest tightness, and almost fainted.

How could she have such a stupid son! He's utterly foolish!

"She's already urging you to donate, isn't that just playing you? Do you even have a brain? She tells you to do work, so you do it; she tells you to donate, so you donate!"

He seemed somewhat guilty when the topic of donations came up.

“Mom, Third Master is standing right there. If I want to defeat him and win Yan Qiao’s favor, I have to give something in return. The betrothal gifts that have been sent out have to be returned, and it’s not a very honorable thing to talk about. If you hadn’t picked out this bracelet for me today, none of this would have happened.”

Zhou Yuanxi: "..."

My liver hurts.

Yan Qiao had no idea how much her few words would cause a scene between the mother and son.

She focused intently on making the erhu.

The first thing to be made is the soundbox, which is composed of six equally sized pieces of wood. Through planing and sanding, the six pieces of wood are made to fit together perfectly.

When joining the seams, the mortise and tenon structure was also used, but Yan Qiao added glue.

At this stage, it needs to be left to stand for a while.

While she played the erhu, Pei Jingzhan turned on his computer to handle some business.

After she finished setting up the erhu, she nestled down next to him, and Pei Jingzhan closed his laptop.

"Grandma told me to come home for dinner tonight."

Pei Jingzhan could roughly guess what Shi Yuehua's motives were.

Do you need me to come along?

Yan Qiao shook her head. "You should stay here and keep Teacher Dong company."

Pei Jingzhan pondered for a moment, "Some things can be faced together."

Yan glanced at him and asked, "What is it?"

Pei Jingzhan looked at her, "Our matter."

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "Mr. Pei Bingjun, what could we possibly have to do with each other?"

Pei Jingzhan choked, his eyes narrowing slightly, "You've already held hands, so you want to use me and then throw me away, is that it?"

You ungrateful wretch.

Yan Qiao looked at him innocently: "Didn't you say I couldn't have a relationship too early? We're at most in the ambiguous stage. Whether we can officially become a couple is still uncertain."

Pei Jingzhan's own words were now choked back by Yan Qiao, leaving him speechless.

He frowned, and with a little force, squeezed her palm.

"What do you mean it's uncertain whether we can define our relationship? Besides me, who else would you like to define your relationship with?"

Yan Qiao blinked. "Who knows? Girls are fickle. Today they like older men, but tomorrow they might like young, handsome men."

Regardless of how much truth or falsehood she spoke, she successfully calmed Pei Jingzhan's mood.

His eyes were deep and dark, his face was tense, and his voice was slightly cold.

"Qiaoqiao, this isn't funny."

Yan Qiao realized she had said the wrong thing, stuck out her tongue, and coaxed him half-heartedly, "Whether it's an old hunk or a young hunk, I only like you!"

She playfully hooked her finger around his Adam's apple, pouting as she said, "I've endured so much pressure for you, and you won't even let me kiss you..."

Older men like to act all serious; they're too hard to win over.

She suddenly remembered a joke she had seen online, smiled, moved closer to him, and their breaths mingled.

"Doctor, I have a condition where I want to kiss every day. Is it curable?"

Pei Jingzhan grasped her fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing.

She had no idea how much self-control she needed to resist touching her.

"Stop messing around, the camera's on."

Yan Qiao glanced at the camera and said, "Anyway, they can't see you."

He had his back to the camera, so his face was not visible.

Dong Honglin had come out at some point and coughed twice.

"Gentlemen, please consider the feelings of this lonely old man."

Yan Qiao blushed and quickly withdrew her hand.