The Shopkeeper Is Taking a Second Wife

After hearing Ba Jiu's words, Ma Feifei couldn't help letting out a long sigh. Had the trust between him and Yun Qingyang really grown so thin? Was she actually having someone keep an eye on him?

And even if he put that aside, was he, Ma Feifei, really that kind of person? Ever since he'd met Yun Qingyang, he'd been the one taking the losses, hadn't he? How did it feel as if she were the one getting the short end of the stick?

Shaking his head, Ma Feifei couldn't even be bothered to go outside and collect the gifts. He waved his hand and said, "Ba Jiu, go collect them for me."

"Huh? You're not going, shopkeeper?" Ba Jiu asked in confusion.

"You go. Make sure you tell me how many gifts you get. We'll split half of them, and then divide the rest seven-three." Ma Feifei looked utterly dejected as he walked beneath the plum tree, plucked a plum blossom, and popped it into his mouth.

"Shopkeeper... I don't think that's a good idea. What if Sister Qingyang finds out?" Ba Jiu replied, a little awkwardly. Yun Qingyang held far too exalted a place in his heart; he'd never dare pull a fast one under her nose.

"There might be quite a lot of people bringing gifts this time. If you do as I say, you might be able to pay off your debt to Qingyang all at once. Do you want to be a debt slave for the rest of your life, or become a mindless corpse controlled by desire just this once? Whether you choose your humanity or your self-interest is up to you," Ma Feifei said calmly.

Ba Jiu's face went through a whole range of expressions. After struggling with the decision for a moment,