"Don't worry, I've applied for a transfer to Beijing, and I'll be working there from now on."
Upon hearing this, Yang Mu'an's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at Yang Muchen and nodded slightly.
Yang Muchen glanced at Sang Yun, walked to his side, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you for taking care of my sister, Brother Sang. I'm sorry for troubling you during this time."
Sang Yun shook his head at him: "Brother Yang, you're too kind."
Yang Muchen straightened up, looked at Sang Yun, nodded, and said with a smile, "Then I'll take Mu'an back first. I'll treat you to a drink when I have time, Brother Yang."
Sang Yun didn't rush to respond to his words, but instead shifted her gaze to Yang Mu'an, who had been keeping his head down. Yang Mu'an felt her gaze and raised his head slightly.
She looked at Sang Yun, who had a questioning expression, pursed her lips, and then, as if making a major decision, clenched her fists and then relaxed them. She took out her sachet from her waist, took two steps forward, blushed, and handed it to Sang Yun before turning around and walking away with her back to them.
Sang Yun stared at the sachet in her hand for a few seconds before looking up at Yang Mu'an.
Yang Muchen knew what it meant from the interaction between the two. He looked up at Sang Yun and smiled.
He knew Sang Yun's character, and the fact that they were able to marry into the Sang family meant that he knew them well. Yang Mu'an would definitely not suffer after marrying into the family.
Qingying glanced at the two of them, pouted, and snatched the sachet from Sang Yun's hand: "You don't want it? Give it to me!"
She then brought the bottle to her nose and took a sniff: "It smells so good! I just love beautiful women."
Sang Yun: ...
He looked at the sachet in Qingying's hand and snatched it back: "Is it for you?"
Qingying pouted and ignored him.
Yang Muchen frowned slightly as he looked at Qingying: "Brother Sang, what's this?"
Although he was quite satisfied with his brother-in-law Sang Yun, if he started having affairs before marriage, then his sister might as well not marry him.
Sang Yun snapped out of his reverie upon hearing his question, and his expression turned serious as he looked at Yang Muchen: "This is Qingying."
"Qingying?" Yang Muchen looked her up and down in disbelief.
Qingying, feeling his gaze, raised her head and said with a roguish air, "What? Don't I look like one?"
Yang Muchen looked at Sang Yun, and Sang Yun nodded slightly to him.
He didn't say anything more, but looked at Sang Yun and said softly, "In that case, I'll head back first. Brother Sang, we'll meet again another day."
"Alright, Brother Yang, take care. I won't see you off." He said, clasping his hands in a fist salute to Yang Muchen.
Seeing that Yang Muchen and Yang Mu'an were about to leave, Qingying followed them.
Sang Yun grabbed her arm: "Where are you going?"
Qingying looked at him strangely: "Going home with my beauty? Where can I go?"
Sang Yun pursed her lips and chuckled, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. You'll have to come back with me today."
"Why should I?" Qingying looked at him defiantly. "Do I need you to tell me where I go?"
Sang Yun raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you promise me you'd take me down the mountain and listen to me?"
Qingying chuckled mischievously, and just as she was about to refuse him, she heard Sang Yun speak again.
"Is this how a village chief leads her subordinates? She even calls herself an upright and honest heroine. I've really seen something."
Qingying was instantly provoked by him, and she shook off Sang Yun's hand: "Who said I don't keep my word? I'll go back with you right now!"
As she spoke, she took the lead and walked towards the Prime Minister's residence.
The guards at the gate seemed used to seeing her...
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