The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 159 Pig teammates

"I inquired about this in the village. The Third Young Mistress does know martial arts, and she seems quite skilled at it." Manager Liu's tone was dismissive. "Country folks are ignorant; they think everything they see is impressive. I think the Third Young Mistress probably only knows some fancy moves."

"All show and no substance." Lu Chengyuan slowly repeated these four words, his pale fingers tapping lightly on the desk. After a moment, he asked, "Has Father's anger subsided?"

The topic suddenly changed, and Steward Liu was taken aback before replying, "Although the master has calmed down, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

“Third brother is ignorant.” Lu Chengyuan’s tapping fingers stopped, a thoughtful look flashing across his face. He instructed, “In a couple of days, find an opportunity to bring up that matter to Father again. Once it’s settled, Mother will be more at ease.”

Manager Liu quickly agreed.

The study fell silent again. Lu Chengyuan stared intently at the tea leaves floating in his teacup. Just as Steward Liu was about to make an excuse to leave, he said, "Go and tell Sang Qi yourself that the last batch of goods was fine, but if this batch has any problems, he doesn't need to come back."

Manager Liu was about to leave after receiving the order when Lu Chengyuan stopped him, "Also, before this batch of goods is sold, he is not allowed to cause any more trouble in the villa."

"Yes," Steward Liu asked, "Does the young master have any other instructions?"

Lu Chengyuan waved his hand at him, and Manager Liu tactfully withdrew, gently closing the study door behind him.

Fifteen minutes later, Lu Chengyuan came out of the study to check on the two children.

Shang Wan memorized the conversation she had just overheard. Remembering that she had promised to go home for lunch, she flew out of the Lu residence, returned to the inn, checked out, and drove the oxcart out of the city.

Having reached the city gate, Shang Wan felt it wouldn't be right to leave, so she turned back in the oxcart and headed towards the Qiao residence.

The gatekeeper went in to announce the news, and soon Ah Le came running out in a hurry, with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Why are you the only one here? Where is your young master?" Shang Wan glanced behind him but didn't see Qiao Yu'an.

Ah Le said with a bitter face, "Young Master was punished by the Master last night and is still kneeling in the ancestral hall."

Shang Wan couldn't imagine Qiao Yu'an obediently kneeling in the ancestral hall, and asked in confusion, "What did he do to deserve this punishment?"

“Fighting with a classmate.” Ah Le said indignantly, “It was clearly the other party who started it, but the master didn’t even bother to find out who was right. He punished the young master by making him kneel in the ancestral hall and wouldn’t let him get up until he admitted his mistake.”

The boy's face was full of worry, and his dark circles were particularly noticeable. "Young Master hasn't eaten or drunk anything since last night. What if he faints from hunger?"

Shang Wan said, "Where there's a will, there's a way. Why don't you secretly slip him some food?"

Ah Le said helplessly, "I sent it, but the young master said he was in a bad mood and wouldn't eat it."

"He's pretty stubborn. If you're going to mess with something, don't mess with your body." Shang Wan pouted. "Since he refuses to eat, then you might as well pray that he faints from hunger soon."

Ah Le looked at her with displeasure, "My young master and young master Lu are good friends. Now that the young master has become like this, how can you still be making sarcastic remarks?"

"You get upset when I call you stupid." Shang Wan shrugged. "They're still father and son, after all. If your young master really fainted, he could at least come out and call a doctor or something, right? That's how we got him out here, isn't it?"

Ah Le suddenly realized, "Oh, you can do that?"

Shang Wan's gaze swept over him, "When a father disciplines his son, doesn't a mother try to plead for him?"

“Of course we begged.” Ah Le muttered softly when no one was around. “The more the lady pleaded, the angrier the master became. Originally, he was only going to punish the young master by not letting him leave the house for half a month, but after the lady pleaded, it turned into a punishment of kneeling in the ancestral hall.”

Shang Wan: "..."

There are bad teammates everywhere.

Ah Le knew that Shang Wan must have something to say to her young master. "Young master can't come out right now. If you have something to say, tell me first, and I'll pass it on to him." "I can tell you too." Shang Wan beckoned to him with her finger, signaling him to come closer.

"I would like your young master to keep an eye on the Longling Escort Agency and their second-in-command, Sang Qi, and see who they associate with. It would be best if he could write them down."

"A security escort agency?" A-Le looked at Shang Wan suspiciously, wanting to ask something, but Shang Wan slapped him back, "Just tell your young master exactly what I said, and don't ask any other questions."

"Oh." Ah Le rubbed his forehead, thinking to himself that Shang Wan was fierce.

"There's one more thing," Shang Wan said, her voice even softer, "Have the people who were following us returned?"

She didn't specify what she was following, but Ah Le was Qiao Yu'an's most trusted person, and he immediately understood what Shang Wan was asking.

He said, "He hasn't returned yet. I'll send someone to tell you when he does."

"Okay, don't forget." Shang Wan jumped onto the oxcart and waved to him. "I'm leaving now. You should go back and take care of your young master. Let him faint for a while. Kneeling for too long will affect blood circulation and is bad for his knees."

Ah Le agreed, but then suddenly remembered something and quickly called out to her, "Wait."

Shang Wan turned to look at him. "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

“Ointment.” Ah Le stepped forward and stood next to Huang Niu, looking up at Shang Wan. “The eldest young master asked my young master to ask you what it would take for him to cooperate with you. You can name your terms.”

"That's a family heirloom, I've kept it as a family treasure, how can I easily cooperate with someone else?" Shang Wan casually tapped him on the forehead with the cow whip, "And pass on that sentence verbatim. Remember it and get out of the way, I'm in a hurry to go home for dinner."

Ah Le obediently stood to the side and watched Shang Wan leave.

Just as Shang Wan left, two slender figures emerged from the Qiao residence.

“Ah Le”.

"Greetings, Second Miss." Ah Le bowed to Qiao Weiwei.

Qiao Weiwei glanced in the direction he had been looking and asked curiously, "Why aren't you here with your brother? What are you doing?"

Ah Le smiled and said, "Young Master was punished and wants to eat something sweet. He's tired of the snacks in the manor, so he asked me to go out and buy some."

He asked, "Is the Second Miss going out?"

Qiao Weiwei looked worried. "Father likes to eat dragon beard candy from Xiaotangpu on East Street. I'll go buy some to cheer him up. Once Father calms down, my brother can come out of the ancestral hall sooner."

Anle smiled and said, "Second Miss is so good to Young Master."

“We are siblings, so of course I will treat him well.” Qiao Weiwei secretly sized him up, her voice gentle. “My brother is being punished now, and he can’t be without you by his side. Tell me what kind of snacks he wants to eat, and I’ll buy them for him.”

Ah Le was just making things up; Qiao Yu'an never asked him to buy any snacks.

However, he knew Qiao Yu'an's preferences by heart, and immediately ordered three snacks according to Qiao Yu'an's tastes.

"Alright, I've got it. Go back to the manor first and persuade your brother to apologize to Father and get out of the ancestral hall as soon as possible."

Ah Le replied with an "okay".

Just then, the sedan chair arrived. Ah Le watched Qiao Weiwei get into the sedan chair, looked up at the sky, and suddenly a question arose in his mind.

It's almost lunchtime, why is Miss going out at this hour? Is it necessary to rush to buy snacks?