The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Uncle Li, I’ll have to trouble you to send a clerk to help me invite Uncle Bo."

"That’s easy to handle." Shopkeeper Li immediately summoned a clerk, to whom Yang Dayong stepped forward to give the address.

At this point, Yang Dayong truly did not want to have anything more to do with Shen Qiu.

Just from her conversation with Xiaxia, he knew that what Xiaxia had said was very close to the truth.

What was she doing? Was she afraid of everything falling apart, so she was desperately clinging to him?

Even if he spent his whole life as a good-for-nothing, he would never marry this woman again; it was a matter of a man’s dignity.

"Shen Qiu, Uncle Bo knows about that hairpin," Yang Dayong said to the clerk before adding another sentence.

"You can’t go, you must not go!" Seeing that someone was truly going to invite Uncle Bo, Shen Qiu hurried to stop them.

At this, everyone could clearly see who was telling the truth and who was lying.

They all started to denounce Shen Qiu, saying that she was truly no good, fickle and capricious.

Even Young Master Zhang got dragged into the accusations, infuriating him so much that he began hopping madly.

He then bellowed authoritatively, "Shen Qiu, what hairpin exactly? Give it back to them, whatever it is. Whatever fine thing it is, I’ll buy you ten of them."

For Shen Qiu, his words were like an implicit promise. Clearly, Young Master Zhang did not disdain her because of the things Yang Chuxia and the others had said. With the heart she had been holding up finally set at ease,

She acted as if she had found her backbone, immediately lifting her head and snorting, "I don’t have the hairpin on me. I’ll bring it to you later."

"There’s no need to wait for later. Let’s go back and get it now; I’ll go with you," thought Yang Chuxia. For fear that Shen Qiu would change her mind again if given the chance to wait until later,

"You!" Shen Qiu was infuriated by her mistrust, but remembering what Young Master Zhang had just said, she retorted, "Fine, I’ll get it! What’s so great about it? It’s just a lousy hairpin."

"Indeed, such a worthless hairpin, and yet you’re reluctant to take it out," Yang Chuxia mocked her disdain, "Besides, my Uncle Dayong at least produced a hairpin, whereas you, you showed up with a shabby pouch made of poor fabric—you ought to be ashamed to present it."

"I won’t discuss this nonsense with you! I’ll go home and get the hairpin for you," Shen Qiu, unable to win the argument, glared at her and stormed out.

"Uncle Dayong, let’s follow her."

"Xiaxia, I won’t go. You can just help me retrieve the item. It’s a hairpin made of red gold, engraved with our surname. It was made when your great-grandmother was still alive, at the goldsmith, intended to be passed on to the daughter-in-law."

Yang Dayong was reluctant to visit the Shen residence since Old Uncle Shen would certainly be at home at such an hour, and he wasn’t sure what to say if they encountered each other.

"Well, alright, I’ll go then," Yang Chuxia said, and she along with Yang Qingtong chased after Shen Qiu.

Upon arriving at the Shen residence, Old Uncle Shen wasn’t home, and Shen Qiu was very straightforward, immediately handing over the hairpin to Yang Chuxia.

Having acquired the hairpin, Yang Chuxia didn’t want to stay there a second longer.

However, as she was leaving, she happened to run into Old Uncle Shen, whose expression was very dark, and he was holding a rope in his hand.

"Uncle Bo!"

"Is that Xiaxia and Qingtong!"

Old Uncle Shen also hadn’t seen Yang Chuxia for a long time, and upon seeing her suddenly in his home, recalling all the gossip he had heard outside, and with a strange man in the house, he became instantly infuriated.

"Damn my luck for having eight generations of misfortune! To have a daughter like you, forsaking a proper marriage proposal just to create trouble!"