Feng Jiu’er thought about how their Jian Yi might find himself a good girl.

Thinking of them falling in love, marrying, having children, and growing old together in loving companionship — nothing could make her happier.

Jian Yi looked at Feng Jiu’er’s lively eyes and nodded slightly.

“Jiu’er, these mushrooms are delicious — eat some more,” he said, putting more mushrooms in her bowl.

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er lowered her head, picked up a piece of food from her bowl, and put it in her mouth.

“Even Jian Yi has changed — I think in this world, there’s nothing that can’t change,” Qiao Mu said with feeling.

“True enough,” Xiao Yingtao said, finally accepting the fact.

“Qiao Mu, when will you forgive Little Jiang, then? Didn’t you just say nothing can’t change? We’re all still waiting to drink your wedding wine.”

Qiao Mu raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yingtao, neither smiling nor annoyed. “Aren’t you the one waiting to marry Xing Zichou?”

“I am not!” Xiao Yingtao glared at her.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Qiao Mu looked away. “I just don’t understand why you insist on waiting for me to marry before you’re willing to marry.”

“I’m me, you’re you — there’s no connection at all.”

“You’re older than me,” Xiao Yingtao said, raising an eyebrow.

“Does this have to go in order of age?” Qiao Mu rolled her eyes.

“By that logic, who knows how long Xing Zichou will have to wait.”

“Look around — where do you rank here? After I marry, you’ll still have to wait for Liuyang and Xuepiao, and Rong’er too.”

“Xing Zichou isn’t even the oldest here — tsk, tsk…” Qiao Mu shook her head.

“At this rate, how long will Xing Zichou have to wait?”

“I’ve never thought about getting married,” Duan Liuyang said, pressing her lips together, lowering her head.

Zhao Yusheng put a chicken leg in her bowl and comforted her. “Silly girl, when it comes to your future, big brother will take charge for you.”

“What kind of husband do you want? Just tell big brother, and I’ll find him for you.”

“Zhao Yusheng, you talk as if you already have someone yourself,” Xiao Yingtao teased.

She hadn’t thought much of it — she’d simply assumed that once Qiao Mu and Little Jiang got married, she’d marry Xing Zichou, as agreed, with no need for anything to change.

“Xiao Yingtao, don’t drag me into this — I don’t have time to think about such things,” Zhao Yusheng said, putting another piece of meat in Duan Liuyang’s bowl.

“Eat more meat, you’re too thin!”

“I actually thought Liuyang and Big Brother Zhao were a couple,” Shen Rong’er said softly, smiling faintly.

“I agree with that!” Feng Jiu’er gave Shen Rong’er a thumbs up.

“I thought so too, but it turns out both of them deny it.”

“Jiu’er.” Duan Liuyang, being a woman, was naturally more thin-skinned than a man about such things.

In an instant, her face turned as red as an apple.

“Big Brother Zhao and I are not like that.”

“Liuyang is my little sister,” Zhao Yusheng said, glancing at Feng Jiu’er as well.

“In this life, I, Zhao Yusheng, have two little sisters — one is Liuyang, the other is Xiaoxiao.”

“A little sister marrying her big brother isn’t entirely impossible,” Xiao Yingtao said, looking at Zhao Yusheng with a smile.

“Plenty of cousins used to marry each other before, and it still happens now. Besides, you and Liuyang don’t share a drop of blood — nothing’s absolute.”

Xiao Yingtao knew about Duan Liuyang’s situation, and she felt for this eldest daughter of the former city lord’s family.

Seeing Zhao Yusheng grow better and better toward her, who wouldn’t want to play matchmaker?

“Xiao Yingtao, Big Brother Zhao treats me like a little sister, and I’m already content with that. I won’t dare to hope for anything more,” Duan Liuyang said, pressing her lips together.

“Liuyang, with your qualities, you could find someone even better than Zhao Yusheng,” Qiao Mu comforted her.

“Still, this is the first time I’ve ever seen Zhao Yusheng treat a woman this well — he’s not even this thoughtful with Jiu’er.”

Zhao Yusheng frowned slightly but said nothing.

The piece of food he’d picked up, originally meant for Duan Liuyang, ended up in his own mouth instead, his head lowered.

Duan Liuyang glanced at him, then quickly looked away again.

“Having Big Brother Zhao as a big brother — I’m truly grateful.”

Big Brother Zhao really was very good to her. Duan Liuyang had once had an older half-brother, born of a different mother, but she’d never once felt a big brother’s love from him.

If not for Zhao Yusheng, Duan Liuyang wouldn’t have found it so easy to recover from that ordeal.

As things stood now, Duan Liuyang felt truly fortunate.

Zhao Yusheng looked at Duan Liuyang with a faint smile, seemingly unbothered by Xiao Yingtao and the others’ teasing.

“I think Big Brother Zhao and Sister Liuyang make a great match!” Yue Qinchun said, blinking her innocent eyes as she looked between the two of them.

“Don’t people always talk about couples having a ‘married look’? I think Big Brother Zhao and Sister Liuyang really have that.”

“Big Brother Zhao, don’t you like Sister Liuyang?”

Yue Qinchun was the youngest of them all, and her experiences had left her more innocent and carefree than the rest.

This girl never kept anything bottled up — everyone knew that about her.

Zhao Yusheng looked at the girl questioning him and said with a smile, “Since when does Qinchun know about a ‘married look’?”

“Why wouldn’t I know?” Yue Qinchun tilted her head and asked.

“Well, I can’t see it — you and Yinan don’t look alike at all!” Zhao Yusheng said.

“Zhao Yusheng, do you even know how to make conversation?” Feng Jiu’er shot Zhao Yusheng a look.

“Not really,” Zhao Yusheng said, shaking his head, though a smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

“Yinan and I don’t need to look alike — we complement each other. I’m more lively, he’s more reserved.”

Yue Qinchun’s expression brightened noticeably as she spoke of the man she liked.

“Complementing each other is good too — you’re well matched, aren’t you?”

“Qinchun, Zhao Yusheng is just jealous of you,” Xiao Yingtao said with a laugh.

“Why would he be jealous of me?” Yue Qinchun asked, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and picking up a rib.

“I just think — if you like someone, then like them. Don’t hide it away. Life is only a few short decades; you have to go a little crazy at least once or twice.”

“Our little Qinchun has grown up,” Feng Jiu’er said, looking at Yue Qinchun with a smile on her lips.

Sister Hua’s daughter felt just like her own daughter — seeing Yue Qinchun improve so much warmed her heart.

After all, the girl’s mother had unconditionally supported them, and the two families were as close as one.

“In this regard, Qinchun is much better than Xiao Yingtao,” Qiao Mu said, glancing at Xiao Yingtao.

“Once Yongshan City is truly stable, you two should hold your wedding. Keep making Xing Zichou wait like this, and once he gets anxious, he’ll definitely start complaining to me.”

“No,” Xing Zichou said, looking at Qiao Mu. “Really! Absolutely not!”

“Denying it just proves it!” Qiao Mu’s single line cut off Xing Zichou’s retreat entirely.

Xing Zichou kept smiling, though it looked a bit strained.

Then, suddenly, his hand was taken hold of by a pair of soft little hands.

“Qiao Mu, why are you bullying my Xing Zichou?” Xiao Yingtao leaned into Xing Zichou, looking ready to defend him to the death.

“Tsk, tsk…” Qiao Mu looked at the two of them. “Finally admitting he’s yours.”

“With someone as excellent as Xing Zichou, so devoted to you — if you don’t seize the chance, who knows when someone else might snatch him away.”