"It is indeed my handkerchief. Where did you get it?"
Hua Qingcheng's eyes were slightly cold, and she stared at Hua Feihua sinisterly.
"You're finally willing to admit it, right?"
Hua Feihua glared at Hua Qingcheng angrily, wishing she could scratch her.
"Last night, Wuque was making a scene again, saying he didn't want to get married, and he was staring at this handkerchief. I got so angry that I forced him to question me, and he finally admitted that it was yours. He also said that he would rather follow you without a formal status than marry a wealthy man."
Hua Qingcheng: ...
She is probably not lucky enough to enjoy this good fortune, so whoever wants it can take it.
"Early this morning, the rich and noble bridal sedan came to our door, but I couldn't find Wuque anywhere in the house. You must have hidden him. Hand him over to me immediately!"
Hua Qingcheng: ...
What should I do if my hands suddenly feel itchy and I want to beat someone up?
"Hua Feihua, right? You can't just assume that I kidnapped your son based on a handkerchief, right? My handkerchief was indeed lost a few days ago, and it's possible that your son picked it up. You took my things for yourself. I'm already very good that I didn't ask you for an account, and yet you dare to find fault with me?"
"Humph! I knew you would deny it! I have a witness."
Hua Feihua then pulled out a dark, fat woman wearing black shorts from the crowd and brought her to Hua Qingcheng, the village head and the clan leader.
"Zhu Rourong, tell me what you saw!"
Hua Yurong, the village butcher, turned her copper bell-like eyes upwards, as if recalling something, and soon said to the crowd:
"The 27th of last month was the town's market day. That evening, when I returned to the village after selling pork in town, I did see Hua Qingcheng and a soaking wet Hua Wuque together by the pond. Hua Wuque was disheveled and looked very pale."
Mu Lige, who had just returned to the front yard from the backyard, frowned slightly upon hearing this. Could it be that his young wife had caused him another romantic debt? Han Yichen, lying on the branch of a large tree in the yard, had a cold glint in his eyes and scratched the tree trunk beneath him until it was peeling.
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