Inside was the fifty taels of silver Jiang Qiuyan had compensated her with yesterday.
Qi Jinghe did not take it. His eyes held a hint of mockery. "Heh, are you really planning to support me?"
"You're my man. If I don't support you, who will?"
Su Qiao shoved it directly into his hands, then walked to the other side and continued sorting the medicinal herbs.
Weighing the heavy cloth pouch in his hand, Qi Jinghe glanced at his son, who was running until his head was drenched in sweat but was still gritting his teeth and carrying on. "What about Little Yue'er? You really don't mind?"
Su Qiao did not even raise her head. "He's my son. What would I mind?"
"Heh heh, son?"
If she truly considered Yue'er her son, how could she have brought herself to hurt him before?
Most of the time, she had only struck him when she was drunk, but who could say that her thoughts while drunk were not her truest feelings?
Qi Jinghe really wanted to tear off her hypocritical mask.
Su Qiao sensed that his tone was off. She turned around, preparing to say a few more words, but a handsome face suddenly loomed larger before her eyes.
She reflexively backed away in fright. "Y-you're standing so close. What are you doing?"
Qi Jinghe calmly arched a brow. "Why are you blushing?"
"Who... who's blushing?"
Was she blushing?
She had clearly only been startled.
Looking at her pink little face beneath the morning light, Qi Jinghe's eyes flickered faintly. "I didn't expect your face to be quite pretty. It's just a pity your heart's a little dark."
Su Qiao: "..."
How was she heartless?
She hunted, dug up ginseng, and bought food and supplies for them. How was she heartless?
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