After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

"Uncle, here's some water for you." Jiang Anhe carried the half-full water upstairs on tiptoe.

Jiang Che took it and drank it all, not leaving a single drop.

"Anhe, pour some more for your uncle." Jiang Anhe seemed to have discovered something amusing, and went out again with the empty bowl in her hand.

Before Jiang Yun Ning could apologize again, she heard a knock on the door: "Jiang Yun Ning! Open the door."

"Tsk." She was a little annoyed. Why did someone come to bother her again as soon as she got back?

Life is like passing through levels.

Wang Cuihua, who was in the kitchen, came out first, glaring at Song Minglang with an unfriendly expression: "What are you doing?"

Song Minglang, unusually polite to Wang Cuihua, said, "Auntie, I need to speak with Yun Ning about something."

"Song Minglang? Don't you have your own home? Why do you keep running to my house? We don't need any guard dogs." Jiang Yun Ning curled her lip, her eyes full of disgust.

"Yun Ning." Song Minglang, unusually calm, said, "I heard from the villagers that the convict you bought is dying. I'm here to propose marriage to you; I don't mind that you've been married before."

Jiang Yun Ning was almost amused by Song Ming Lang's train of thought.

What does it mean to not mind that she was married before?

Does it make it seem like I'm not good enough for him?

Someone like Song Minglang, she's a worthy match for him, even if she goes through eight hundred rounds of twists and turns, she'll never be able to kill him!

"Are you alright?" A mocking gaze swept over Song Minglang. "You don't think you're some kind of hot commodity, do you? How can I make you understand? I don't even look at you right now."

Song Minglang didn't believe it. After all, Jiang Yuning had been chasing after him for three or four years, spending money and effort on him. How could she really change her mind so quickly?

"Yun Ning, don't be temperamental." A hint of helplessness appeared on his face, but there was a touch of doting in his eyes.

Song Minglang has always been shrewd and calculating. Jiang Yun Ning has become much more attractive and lively now. Most importantly, she can make a lot of money.

Otherwise, why would he repeatedly swallow his pride and give her a way out?

"Everyone else in the village who bought slaves at the same time as you has already held a banquet. You're the only one who hasn't. I know you've been waiting for me. That's why I've come to discuss our engagement."

As he spoke, a determined glint shone in his eyes. He took another step closer, wanting to enter and sit down to properly discuss the marriage arrangements.

Fortunately, he still had some money left, so even if Jiang Yun Ning wanted a betrothal gift, he could afford it.

Anyway, after getting married, Jiang Yun Ning's money will be his money, and he won't have to worry about not being able to pay back those loan sharks.

"Stop! Don't move, or you'll dirty our yard." Jiang Yun Ning finally understood what it meant to be shameless and invincible.

Song Minglang's self-righteous and self-important manner is truly speechless.

Her eyes held undisguised disgust: "Get out of here, don't come to my house and get in my way. You shameless thing."

Seeing that she refused to speak properly, Song Minglang's expression darkened.

"Yun Ning, I've already given you a lot of face. Jiang Che is dying, and no one but me wants you. Only I don't mind that you bought slaves."

The villagers all said that Jiang Che was unable to move and had to be carried back by Jiang Yuntian, who also brought a doctor from the town.

He seized this opportunity to visit Jiang Yun Ning and offer her warmth when she was at her most vulnerable.

Women are easy to coax. I bet Jiang Yun Ning won't be moved.

Song Minglang felt secretly pleased with himself.

Jiang Yun Ning was genuinely amused, and this smile led Song Ming Lang to mistakenly believe that she had agreed, causing him to lift his foot again after being stopped.

The next second, Jiang Yun Ning almost poked his eye.

"What utter nonsense!" She took a deep breath.

"My Jiang Che is alive and well! Even if he really can't make it, I'd rather remain a widow for him for the rest of my life than marry a gigolo like you. All those years of schooling have gone to waste; you haven't grown a single brain except for your age."

"What are you trying to prove, you pig with garlic stuck in your nose? You have absolutely no redeeming qualities, yet you think you're something special? And you even dare to dream of marrying me? You're not worthy!"

"If you can't afford a mirror, drink more water and take a piss to look at yourself. You look like you have kidney deficiency, fine, but are you a toad trying to eat swan meat? You walk around with your chin up, thinking you're so great! Get lost!"

After she finished venting, she felt instantly relieved.

The old saying is true: taking a step back can lead to breast hyperplasia, and enduring it for a while can lead to thyroid hyperplasia. It feels better to vent.

However, this long string of outputs not only surprised Song Minglang.

Wang Cuihua, Jiang Anhe who was holding water in the yard, and Jiang Che who was reaching out to catch water were all stunned.

Jiang Anhe blinked, looked at Jiang Che, then at Jiang Yunning, her big eyes darting around twice before she withdrew her outstretched arm.

He turned a corner and ran towards Jiang Yun Ning.

"Auntie, have some water." He held up the bowl with an expression of adoration.

My aunt is amazing, she said so much in one breath. She must be even thirstier than my uncle.

"Anhe is such a good girl." Jiang Yuning took the bowl and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Jiang Che's eyes widened slightly, and his pale face flushed red.

This bowl was the one he had just used. Does that mean the two of them have now indirectly had intimate contact again?

When this thought popped into Jiang Che's head, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look.

Song Minglang, standing outside the door, seemed to have just finished processing these words. His face flushed red and then turned pale, eventually becoming as black as the bottom of a pot.

The veins on his neck bulged, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Jiang Yunning! You'll regret this." Song Minglang was trembling all over. "Even if you beg me later, I will never marry you!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Jiang Yun Ning curled her lip and snorted coldly, "I beg you, please don't show your face in front of me again! Just looking at you makes me so disgusted I lose half a bowl of rice!"

Song Minglang stumbled and almost fell.

But he didn't turn around; he just walked a little faster.

"Good girl." Wang Cuihua was overjoyed. "Wait, Mother will kill an old hen for you to nourish yourself."

Jiang Che walked over, his face still slightly flushed: "You... really think that way?"

If he dies, will Jiang Yun Ning have to remain a widow for him?

Could it be that Jiang Yun Ning has developed feelings for him over time?

Or was it simply because she had cleared her name that she gave herself to him?

Jiang Che pursed his lips, the image of Jiang Yun Ning's soft lips touching his own resurfaced in his mind.

He's a man. No matter the reason, Jiang Yun Ning and he had physical intimacy. He should take responsibility, right?

Moreover, aside from being a bit greedy, superficial, lecherous, sharp-tongued, and somewhat vulgar, Jiang Yun Ning seems pretty good.

"Of course. These are all my heartfelt words." Jiang Yun Ning had forgotten what she had said, only remembering that she had been cursing and swearing. She thought he was asking about the things she had said to Song Ming Lang.

Jiang Che looked at her, and suddenly his expression turned serious.

Since Jiang Yun Ning, a young woman, has said so, then he, a grown man, cannot back down. He must shoulder the responsibilities of a man.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when Jiang Laosan and his men came in carrying hoes.

"Daughter," Jiang Laosan called out, "your brother and sister-in-law and I have planted tomatoes on those two acres of land."

Jiang Yuntian nodded: "Don't worry, sister. There's not much work tomorrow, your sister-in-law and I are going to town to find some odd jobs."

Jiang Yuning was completely confused, not understanding why he suddenly wanted to do odd jobs.

"Yun Ning." Liu Yuzhi looked at her, a hint of self-reproach in her eyes: "You suffered so much to build this house. This is our shared home; your sister-in-law can't just hide behind you and enjoy the good life."

Even though she and Jiang Yuntian were the eldest, the family was short of money, so they made Jiang Yunning and his wife risk their lives.