Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 910 - Talk about Love with Yang Wenxiao_1

Chapter 910: Chapter 910 Talk about Love with Yang Wenxiao_1

Chapter 910 -910 Talk about Love with Yang Wenxiao_1

Yang Wang had ordered, and Tong Sanlang had no choice but to walk away, but his gaze never left Qiao Xiaomai.

Qiao Xiaomai, looking unwell, crawled into the tent. Although he was puzzled, he did not follow her.

It was daytime, clearly not a good moment for conversation. He’d wait for the night.

As dusk approached quickly, he used his light-footedness to return to the manor’s kitchen and rustled up a simple dinner. Eating at Extremely Flavours every day, Qiao Changshun felt pained for the expenditure.

Carrying a bowl of porridge, he called out for Qiao Xiaomai to come and have dinner.

Yang Wang also stayed behind, but his treatment was obviously better than the others. The head of the granary had vacated Fan Linong’s room for him, and he sat on the warm kang bed, sending Hu Tian to invite Qiao Xiaomai over for dinner.

The meal laid out before him was also from Extremely Flavours.

Extremely Flavours.

Ha, after these few days, the world would probably no longer have Extremely Flavours.

He should celebrate with Qiao Xiaomai.

Qiao Xiaomai probably guessed what Yang Wang was thinking— even if she couldn’t, she wouldn’t dine with Yang Wang anyway. She gently declined Hu Tian’s invitation. She carelessly drank some porridge and then went back into her tent.

Tong Sanlang cleared away the bowls and chopsticks and entered the tent as well.

Outside the tent, a fire was burning, but because bedding was draped over the tent, it was pitch black inside, impossible to see one’s own fingers when extended.

Qiao Xiaomai sealed the entrance of the tent tightly. She curled up under the blankets, took out a flashlight and pen with paper, and wrote down what Yang Wang had just said for Tong Sanlang to see.

To prevent any experts from Yang Wang’s side from eavesdropping, she didn’t even utter a sound. Writing it down was safer.

Tong Sanlang, looking at the content she wrote, had a grave expression.

Yu Ang had actually been betrayed by his confidant…

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Yang Wang truly came prepared this time.

With both testimonial and physical evidence like explosives, he intended to firmly pin the charge of rebellion on them.

At this point, Qiao Xiaomai wrote out her worries—how to convince Yang Wenxiao?

How to please the next successor of the Royal Family?

Tong Sanlang stared at these two questions, took the pen and paper, and swiftly wrote down his response.

Move with emotion.

Culinary skills.

These were the two answers he gave.

Qiao Xiaomai, looking at the six simple characters, couldn’t help but raise her hand to rub her face.

Move with emotion.

To talk about love with Yang Wenxiao?

Would that work…

Tong Sanlang patted her arm and wrote again: It’s the only way.

Faced with Yang Wenxiao’s interrogation, if not to speak of love, were they supposed to fight?

Qiao Xiaomai, naturally, understood this as well. She gave a wry smile and nodded lightly.

Tong Sanlang signaled for her to put away the flashlight and paper, and then he stretched out his long arms to hold her warm body in his embrace.

This matter was actually not that big of a deal.

What was destined to come would always arrive.

He lifted his hand to Qiao Xiaomai’s chin and planted a kiss on her lips.

He had no idea what awaits him tomorrow, but he hoped for good fortune to stay by his side.

Qiao Xiaomai tenderly reciprocated the kiss, her eyes brimming slightly with moisture.

She held him tight.

No matter what the future held, she wished to stay by his side in life and death.

Before they were married, her love wasn’t as deep. Now, half a year into their marriage, months of unwavering togetherness had intertwined their bodies and souls, embedding her love for him deep into her bones.

She never belonged to this world anyway; if something happened to him, she wouldn’t want to live either.

Perhaps sensing Qiao Xiaomai’s resolve, Tong Sanlang’s kiss became even more careful and gentle,

He had long been prepared to die at any moment, but the comfortable days over the past few months had pushed this preparation to the back of his mind; now, it was time to bring it to the forefront again.

His death would be acceptable.

But Qiao Xiaomai did not deserve to die.

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