My Husband Called Me Home to Live Off Him

“How could I ever want you to leave!” Qin Xiaoman immediately refuted him. “You’re the one I brought home, not […]

After the New Year, villagers would also visit relatives, and Qin Xiaoman was no exception. On the morning of the

“Our master’s calligraphy and paintings are excellent. Many people have asked to buy them, and only three pieces remain.” “How

“…” Qin Xiaozhu’s face turned pale. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Xiaoman returned, carrying the basket. “What

They talked a while longer. As night fell, Du Heng sent Zhuzi home with a bowl of pig’s blood. By

The next day, shortly after Qin Xiaoman left, Wang Zhuzi came by to see Du Heng. “How did you know

After selling his goods, Qin Xiaoman didn’t wait for Qin Xiong’s ox cart. He bought a few items in the

By evening, the smell of cooking drifted from the Qin family kitchen out to the street outside their stone-walled yard.

When Xiaoman returned home, he brought not only a pig’s foot but also a pig’s liver. He handed some money

Du Heng followed Xiaoman to the village’s only doctor’s house. In the morning wind, the small courtyard was crowded. The

“What else can I do? Sleep together!” Xiaoman’s eyes sparkled as he eagerly snuggled into the bed, nestling into Du

By noon, the crowd thinned. Du Heng had a few chilies and two radishes left. Seeing the diminishing foot traffic,

In the vegetable patch, there was a section of chili plants, which were still flourishing. But winter had yellowed the

During the twelfth month, everyone prepared for the new year, cleaning and stocking up. The first month was New Year,

Inside, Du Heng pulled out an embroidery needle. He had seen villagers use these on the sunny plains to pick

Qin Xiong was quite satisfied with this visit. He didn’t say much to Du Heng, delivered the goods, and left

“Ah, look how fierce Young Master Xiaoman is. From now on, we’re all villagers from the same village. We only

Du Heng followed Xiaoman into one of the rooms. The Qin house was the common “dustpan” layout: three sides of

Qin Xiong sized up Du Heng from head to toe. Du Heng wore his late brother’s old clothes. Though their

“Which shameless scoundrel dares run wild in your house?” The man rolled up his sleeves and stormed toward the door