"These paintings, were they all made a long time ago? Even the most recent one was painted before my godmother passed away," Yang Ruqing mused and analyzed as she looked.

“At that time, he had run away to Chang huai Prefecture to evade marriage. Later, he was found and brought back. After returning, he held a proper betrothal ceremony with Liu Doukou.”

“After finishing, I never painted again. That said...well, it’s true that I let go. It’s great, I feel relieved and light!” Yang Ruqing said.

Luo Fengtang also smiled and nodded: "So, you don't have to worry about anything either. Do whatever you need to do."

Yang Ruoqing nodded vigorously, then hugged his neck and nestled against his shoulder.

Thinking of something, she suddenly sat up straight: "By the way, what if he finds out you stole those drawing papers from his cupboard?"

Luofeng Tang raised an eyebrow. "Who said I stole it? I took it openly, right in front of him!"

“What?” Yang Ruqing was so surprised that her eyes widened. If it wasn't for his big hand tightly hugging her waist, she would have almost fallen off his legs.

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"You said you took these in front of Kozue? My god, what did you say? What did he say?"

“I was at Lao Mu’s house then too, how come I didn't know anything?”

Faced with her rapid-fire questions, Luofeng Tang couldn't help but smile.

He gently stroked her nose and said, "Of course I took it while you were in the kitchen making medicine. To do it in front of you would have been embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

This is the truth.

Yang Ruqing nodded repeatedly, "So what do you say?"

Luo Fengtang said, "Let me be straightforward. Zichuan, thank you for the painting you made of my wife. It's very good."

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"Since it's a portrait of my daughter-in-law, it's not very convenient for you, the artist, to keep it. If it's seen by future sisters-in-law, it wouldn't be appropriate either. It's best if I take it back and keep it."

When she heard this, Yang Ruohui's face flushed.

This guy speaks with authority and wisdom, while still giving everyone face. He's a master!

"What did Zichuan say?" she pressed.

Luo Fengtang smiled: "What else can I say, of course I agreed!"

Yang Ruqing nodded repeatedly. This kind of thing was inherently awkward. He had not only stolen and hidden so many portraits of other people's wives but also got caught red-handed. Besides hiding under the bed, he probably didn't have any other ideas.

“That explains why later when I went into the room to deliver medicine and congee, Kazuka didn't even look at me. Turns out there was this whole thing going on! Hahaha...”

After figuring out the cause and effect, Yang Ruqing couldn't help but laugh.

She pointed at the drawing paper on the table in front of her, "What about these drawing papers? You're not really going to keep them, are you?"

Luo Fengtang said: "Naturally, I will not only keep it safe, but I will also find someone to frame it later, so that it will not get damp and moldy."

Yang Ruqing suddenly stood up, "No, no!"

“I don't want to keep any of these drawing papers, and there’s no need to!”

Having finished speaking, she grabbed the drawing paper on the table and in three quick strides went to the hearth, shoving it into the fire.

“Don’t…”

Luo Fengtang shouted and chased after, but it was too late.

What remained for him was the blue flame already burning in the hearth.

"Get it done quickly!" he said, reaching out to grab the burning poker, but Yang Ruqing stopped him by his arm.

"Tang, you listen to me!" she said.

Luo Feng Tang looked at her, his eyes filled with anxiety.

“These paintings were painted by Mu Zichuan. I really don't want to keep them. If you really want to frame a painting as a keepsake, then that's fine.”

"The day after tomorrow will be the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month. Didn't we agree to go to the county town together and buy some New Year's goods? We also need to buy some vegetables, fruits, and other things for entertaining guests in January."

“At that time, let's meet at Tianqiao in the county town and find a portrait painter. Let him come to our house after the New Year and set a date.”

"When the time comes, I'll paint a picture for our whole family, and then frame a family portrait to keep as a memento. Our children and grandchildren will be able to see it in the future too. What do you think?"

Hearing her suggestion, Luo Fengtang's eyes also brightened.

“That’s a great idea! How come I didn’t think of it? Haha, my wife is so smart!” He showered her with praise right away.

Yang Ruqing smiled.

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Luo Fengtang looked at the drawing paper in the hearth. While they were speaking just now, it had almost burned up.

He couldn't help but sigh and said with regret, "You are too impulsive. These paintings were all painstakingly created by Suzuki. They are so well-done, it's a shame to burn them!"

Yang Ruqing also glanced at the ashes in the stove and said, "It's a pity, but it depends on what happens and who."

“There are many good things in this world, but the things that suit us are the most precious. So, in my opinion, it’s worth burning a little. On the contrary, the stone in my heart has finally landed!”

Although Luofeng Tang said words like "it's a pity it burned" on the surface, when Yang Ruqing truly set it ablaze with fire and left nothing untouched, he didn't show even a hint of heartache.

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All afternoon, he was busy tidying up the yard, humming a little tune in his mouth, and never stopping.

Several times, Yang Ruqing tried to reach out and help, but he pushed her away.

"This is a matter for the big shots, you go back to your room and eat melon seeds, drink tea!" he said.

Yang Ruqing rolled her eyes: "Cleaning the yard is considered housework. In Changping Village, it's our mothers' responsibility!"

Luo Fengtang continued sweeping with a grin directed at Yang Ruqing: “That’s someone else’s house. Here, the rules are different! I’m a big man, I can do whatever I want, sweep if I want, chop wood if I want. I am heaven, hahaha!”

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but laugh and cry, "You're showing off again. Fine, then you clean up. I'll go back and finish looking over the account books. I'll come back and talk to you later."

"Go, go, my daughter-in-law, you have work to do!"

As he watched her leave, he turned and plunged back into his feverish work, the little tune starting up again...

After walking a few steps, Yang Ruqing smiled with her lips pursed.

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She was glad about what she had done today.

Love is caring, being selfish, and possessiveness.

Love is exclusive.

Although Tang Yazi said she didn't mind, believe her.

But deep down, he undoubtedly felt the same longing as countless men swept up in the throes of love: a desire for his wife's world to belong solely to him.

All the other men stepped aside.

But because he loved her, he kept accommodating and enduring.

Actually, he was quite domineering inside. He wanted to have it all to himself and didn't want Mu Zichuan to lay eyes on even a single bit of it.

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Otherwise, he wouldn't have directly asked Mu Zi Chuan for the sketch paper back.

So today, she burned all her sketch papers right in front of him, without a shred of hesitation. As the stone in her heart finally settled to the ground, he too felt some of the negative emotions that had been building up inside him for so long because of his tolerance and forbearance dissipate.

That's why he hummed a little tune.

You know, he rarely hummed a tune before, but today his mood is truly wonderful!

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He is happy, she is happy!

She will keep working hard with him to maintain this happiness until the end of her life!

Genius one second: m.

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