Xiao Yuchuan had returned from selling goods.
Seeing her enter the yard, he warmly and affectionately hugged her, "Wife, where did you go?"
"I just took the dog for a walk." She said coldly, trying to break free, "Don't touch me like that."
He chuckled, "You're my wife, what's wrong with me touching you?"
She ignored him, went into the kitchen, and discreetly threw the note taken from the pigeon's leg into the stove fire to burn.
The three of them sat at the table to eat.
Xiao Yuchuan kept putting vegetables on Su Qingyue's plate, "Wife, eat more."
She replied lightly, "Third brother, just eat by yourself."
Xiao Qinghe lowered his head, ate a few bites, then put down his bowl and chopsticks.
Su Qingyue did not say anything.
In fact, these past few days, besides exchanging a few necessary words, like telling each other to eat, they hardly spoke anymore.
