Hao Jian and Qin Shou came over early the next day, and surprisingly, Old Master Hao and Old Master Qin also came along.

Although Yang Ruxin had never personally visited their homes, she had interacted with the heads of both families. When Hao Jian got involved with her, she had already dug into the background of the Hao Family and Qin Family. Otherwise, just based on the reputation of these two young masters, she wouldn’t dare to cooperate in such a big business deal.

Old Master Hao’s leg had healed but he still couldn’t put full weight on it, so he came with a cane.

Old Master Qin’s legs were fine, but his eyes were darkened. After receiving news yesterday, he returned overnight from the Taoist temple and rushed to the village early, clearly not having slept well.

However, both old men were full of energy.

"Greetings, Madam Ruyi." The two of them were also round and chubby, very much like their sons, and both father-son pairs looked almost identical, like a copy-paste job. One look and you knew they were definitely related.

"No need for formalities, Old Master Hao and Old Master Qin. Please sit down." Yang Ruxin nodded slightly, "I’m heavily pregnant, so forgive me."

The two old men exchanged a glance, and Old Master Hao hesitated before speaking: "Madam, you’re too kind. Yesterday, my rascal of a son brought back a contract, and I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep all night. Can our family really catch your eye?" Their family did have some money, but no foundation. In outsiders’ eyes, they’re just upstarts without a solid backing. If met with those who covet, they’d just be lambs led to slaughter. But Yang Ruxin was different. She truly had strength. Look at the people backing her: Prince Eight, Prince Three, the Crown Prince, and even the Emperor’s mother. Unless Daxuan collapses, who dares touch her? That’s just asking for a slow death.

Plus, he heard from that rascal that Sister Xin also had standing in the martial world, even holding the Martial Arts Order. He didn’t get it, but as long as his son said Sister Xin was impressive, then it’s right to hold onto her coattails.

"I also rushed here overnight," Old Master Qin hurriedly pointed to his dark circles, "Stayed home not even two hours before heading this way." Saying this, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I thought I was dreaming. My thighs are bruised from pinching." As he spoke, he started to pull at his pants.

"Dad." Young Master Qin quickly went over to stop his father’s hand, "Don’t expose your bark-like old legs and disgust Sister Xin."

Old Master Qin’s expression stiffened, immediately realizing his inappropriate behavior, and hastily clasped his fists: "I’m sorry, I got carried away for a moment!"

Chun Hua, standing next to Yang Ruxin, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Yang Ruxin also laughed, finally understanding where their unreliable sons got it from. She quickly waved her hand, "Since I sought them out, it’s naturally not just for fun."

Old Master Hao and Old Master Qin immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Master Hao even raised his eyebrows slightly at Old Master Qin, as if to say, "See? Isn’t it thanks to me? If it weren’t for my good-for-nothing son’s antics, how could we have connected with her? And if your family wasn’t on good terms with mine, how could you also catch her eye?"

For the first time, Old Master Qin nodded slightly, not arguing back. Because it was obvious, but he was equally proud inside. His son wasn’t bad either; at least his face was thick-skinned enough to impress her too.

"Did you all understand the plan I wrote?" Yang Ruxin collected her smile, becoming serious.