Ever since Jackal had kicked Tang Qi out of the tavern, from the very first day he met Catherine,
he had never once seen her wear a smile as radiant as sunshine.
Inheriting the Golden Oak had forced the young woman to master the art of dealing with people, gradually making her shrewd and mindful of boundaries.
So when they first met, he had noticed how she always kept a suitable distance, polite but reserved.
Then, on the journey as they fled, they had repeatedly run into trouble. The strain of it all had made it hard for her to maintain even a polite smile, and a shadow of sorrow had always rested between her curved brows.
Now that she had rented a shop, she finally seemed to feel a little more secure, and her mood had gradually improved.
But she still wasn't a particularly lively girl, and she rarely got as excited as she was now, practically jumping for joy.
She looked like someone who had just discovered a priceless treasure.
But finding the treasure itself wasn't quite worth celebrating.
Not until she kept it to herself, holding it close in her heart,
then brought it before someone else,
and opened up that joy for them to share:
"Quick, look what I found!"
Tang Qi was more than happy to play along. He stood up and asked, puzzled,
"So what's the good news?"
"Didn't I rent that house, along with the land it stands on?
Today, I was planning to take a few of the town's regular customers over to see how we could renovate the old house and turn it into a tavern.
But when we got to the backyard, Mr. Holtz discovered an unexpected surprise—
I don't know if you still remember, but those 300 kilograms of