Leng Yuan stood waiting for the grain to be distributed, his expression serious.
When he saw Gu Jiaojiao sidle up to speak to him, he instinctively squatted down to hear her better.
But when he heard what she said, he couldn't stop a grin from spreading across his face, and a hint of delight lit up his deep-set eyes.
'This little wife of mine is quite a character.'
Seeing him laugh, Gu Jiaojiao's eyebrows shot up, and she looked ready to blow a fuse.
Leng Yuan quickly said, "Of course. She's old and ugly, so naturally, she's jealous of you."
Gu Jiaojiao was finally satisfied, but then she grew a little fearful. "How can she be so malicious? She can't stand anyone being better-looking than her."
"She won't try to do something to me, will she?"
"She won't," Leng Yuan replied with certainty.
'Not unless she wants to see her family line end.'
