Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1653 - 1652 Never Mind

Now Tong Xingda was locked up in the manor, the Zhang Family was squatting in the jail cell, and Tong Erlang and Tong Dalang couldn’t stir up any trouble either.

In this situation, what was there for her to still fuss over?

There really was nothing left to fuss over.

The troublemakers had all been punished. She truly couldn’t muster the energy to care anymore.

Tong Sanlang heard this and a hint of joy flashed across his handsome face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a frown.

Qiao Xiaomai no longer minded his family—what about him?

This question was truly a bit sensitive. Last time, when he stealthily touched Qiao Xiaomai, he was almost kicked to death. Now that a year had passed, what was her stance on this issue?

Could he ask her directly?

Since she no longer cared about the Zhang Family, did that mean she didn’t hold grudges over the mistakes he had made because of them...

As Tong Sanlang hesitated, Qiao Xiaomai finished drinking the Spiritual Spring water in her cup. Her gaze had been fixed on Tong Sanlang the whole time.

Tong Sanlang was deep in thought at the moment, sitting cross-legged on the bed with his arms resting casually on his knees. His posture caused the wool blanket covering him to fall open further, exposing large swathes of skin on his chest.

Qiao Xiaomai clenched her teeth, memories of sweet past moments flooding her mind.

Back then, she had devoted herself entirely to him. She had not yet faced the ultimate dilemma of life and death, choosing whom to save. She had simply immersed herself in the sweet bliss of love.

It was so sweet, unbearably sweet.

In contrast, now she ground her teeth so hard that they squeaked.

Maybe... maybe she really had been too stubborn?

While she was absorbed in this thought, Tong Sanlang spoke up, "That’s good. Letting it go is good."

With those words, he lay back down again. One hand propped his head, while the other flipped nonchalantly through the book in front of him. The expression on his face grew pensive.

Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai bit her lip, drained her cup of water in one gulp, and then returned the cup to her space. Climbing back under the covers, she lay down.

This Tong Sanlang—when he was supposed to step up, he wouldn’t, and when he shouldn’t, he actively insisted on doing so.

At this moment, she found herself craving his embrace, but he just sprawled there like a lifeless block of wood.

Utterly clueless!

She hugged the blanket tightly in her arms, squeezing it forcefully. Forget it—she didn’t need his embrace; she would cuddle the blanket to sleep!

Qiao Xiaomai fell asleep angrily clutching her blanket. Over on his side, Tong Sanlang lay still for some time. When his hair finally dried, he let out a silent sigh, sat up to put away his book, extinguished the candle, and then lay back down to sleep.

The night passed without words.

Early the next morning, before sunrise, Qiao Xiaomai got up. She went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and after they finished eating, Qiao Changshun, Qiao Dami, and Tong Tiehu entered the city escorted by the Imperial Guards.

They were going to watch a shadow puppet performance.

Previously, Qiao Xiaomai had sent the shadow puppets back to the manor, but watching alone and experiencing the atmosphere firsthand at the Theater were two completely different things. They wanted to immerse themselves in the live ambiance.

Today was also the day the medicinal wine went on sale. After personally inspecting it, Qiao Xiaomai also headed into the city.

The effects of this batch of medicinal wine were superior to Floral Dew, but since it was something to be consumed, she wanted people to try it first, just as they did with Floral Dew, and sign agreements. In any case, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her medicinal wine. If any problems arose after buyers purchased it, they would have nothing to do with her.

It was Bei Yun who had initially suggested this precaution to prevent anyone from tampering with the wine and framing her.

This matter was quite important—it concerned her business and reputation. She had to oversee it personally.

When she arrived at the Shadow Puppet Theater, there was already a long line of people waiting. There were plenty of people, but the scene remained orderly.