Zhao Miao was a waiter at the Zhongcui Restaurant in the county town. He earned about one tael (approximately one tael) per month, had five days off, and every time he returned from the county town, he could pack up some leftover meat, vegetables, or pastries from the restaurant. Overall, it was a pretty good job.

In addition, Zhao Miao herself is good-looking, and Zhaojiacun has wanted to marry her for many years.

However, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, when one should get married, Zhao Miao, now eighteen years old, has not yet married. Zhang Xiuyuan accidentally heard that it was Zhao Miao who took the initiative not to get married so soon, saying that she wanted to find a husband whom she liked.

"Miss Miao, what's the matter with you coming to see me like this?"

Zhao Miao looked into Zhang Xiuyuan's clear and bright eyes, trying to see something in them, but there was nothing. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something several times, but swallowed it back.

"Brother Yuan, who are you talking to?"

Along with the sound, a graceful figure slowly walked towards the yard. She had probably just finished a bath, and her loose black hair was a little wet. In the dim light, her bright and charming little face was still visible.

The person who came was Zhao Chuchu who had just finished taking a shower. As soon as she walked out of the room, she heard Zhang Xiuyuan talking to someone outside the yard. Thinking of the person who had been following them these days, Zhao Chuchu's heart sank and she hurried over to see.

There was a pretty woman standing outside the door. When she appeared, the woman's eyes fell on her, looking her up and down.

Zhao Chuchu glanced at her, her gaze paused on the woman's chest, the corners of her lips twitched, and then she moved away imperceptibly.

"Why don't you dry your hair again? You're going to bed soon. If you go to bed with your hair wet, you'll get a headache." Zhang Xiuyuan's eyes fell on her still dripping hair and he frowned.

Zhao Chuchu walked out, hooked her fingers on Zhang Xiuyuan's palm, and said flatteringly: "I know, but my husband, my hands are a little sore from plowing the fields these days. Can you help me wipe them later?"

Zhang Xiuyuan nodded without thinking too much. His wife had been taking care of all the farming these days. He saw how hard she worked, and as a husband, it was his duty to help his wife with some small things within his ability.

After receiving Zhang Xiuyuan's affirmative answer, Zhao Chuchu curled up the corners of her lips and glanced at the woman outside the door. After seeing her face turn pale for a moment, she hummed a few times in her heart. It was so happy to show her love in front of her rival.

This is what it means to kill the enemy without being seen.

The man was handsome and elegant, with picturesque eyes and eyebrows, and the woman had a slim figure and bright features. The two of them standing together looked like a perfect match, as if no one could interfere.

The scene before him stung Zhao Miao's eyes, and a sour feeling rose in his heart.

"Brother Yuan, who is this girl?" Zhao Chuchu asked Zhang Xiuyuan as if she finally remembered that there was someone outside the door.

Zhang Xiuyuan introduced Zhao Miao and told him how Zhao Miao's family had helped them.

"So it's Miss Miao. Thank you for helping Yuan'er and his family before. If I have the chance in the future, I, Zhao Chuchu, will definitely repay you."

"There's no need to repay them. They're just trivial matters, not worth mentioning."

The two chatted awkwardly for a few more sentences, and Zhao Miao finally couldn't stay any longer and said goodbye and left.

Zhao Miao took a few steps and turned back.

Through the fence, she saw Zhao Chuchu's arm around Yuan Ge'er's. Their bodies were still close together, and Yuan Ge'er, who was always indifferent and distant, seemed to be used to it. Zhao Chuchu seemed to be whispering something to him, and Zhang Xiuyuan's lips curled up in a light smile.