"Wife... it isn't even the seventh day of the seventh month yet... why are you here?" Cowherd asked blankly.
"So I'm not allowed to come?" The more Weaver Girl thought about it, the angrier she became. "Didn't you just say everyone who hurt your brothers had to kneel? Come on, then. I'll kowtow to you. Come on!"
Cowherd didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of mess was this? Who could have imagined that the person who suddenly came to wreck the place would turn out to be the boss's wife?
The thugs realized they had stirred up a hornet's nest. If she was Cowherd's wife, didn't that mean the woman before them was Weaver Girl?
"Wife... you have to leave me a little dignity. How am I supposed to face my brothers after this..."
"Fine!" Weaver Girl snorted. "Having a True Immortal for a wife embarrasses you, does it? All right, spend the rest of your life with your brothers, then."
With that, Weaver Girl turned and walked out of the bar. Cowherd hurried after her.
Du Yu secretly chuckled off to the side. Though Weaver Girl was usually brilliantly clever, modest, and polite, she became a completely different person around Cowherd-unreasonable, with her intelligence dropping to zero. Clearly, Cowherd really was special to her.
Now that was true love.
"Wife, wife, wait!" Cowherd anxiously reached for Weaver Girl's hand, but she kept squirming away, refusing to let him touch her.
"Wife, why did you suddenly get so angry?" Cowherd asked.
"Oh! Right!" Suddenly remembering something, Weaver Girl furiously demanded, "If you hadn't brought it up, I almost would have forgotten. You're asking why I'm angry? Don't you know perfectly well? I heard you just took in an injured man?"
Sure enough, that was what this was