Yu Jingting's soft spot is different from others.
In his eyes, Suizi's feisty little antics are blatant flirtation.
If she weren't counting abacus beads while blushing fervently in public, he'd have been kissing her for five minutes by now.
He liked her just like this.
Even after being hit by Suizi, he didn't back off, choosing to stand beside her while propping up the table with one hand, bending over and watching her count beads like a landlady.
"Leave her alone!"
The furious shout echoed from the front, making Yu Jingting look up, as the villagers in line also turned to look.
Yu Jingting did not recognize the newcomer, a man in his twenties, brimming with heroism. He was unfamiliar, yet oddly familiar, especially those eyes — why did they look so much like his wife's?
"You must be Yu Jingting?" The man squinted at Yu Jingting, ignoring the aggressiveness and rolling up his sleeves.
