[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

On the second day after Mrs. Lu passed away, a woman came to the Lu family with a three-year-old child, saying that she and the son-in-law had been childhood sweethearts and that she was the son-in-law's legal wife, and asked Miss Lu to return him to her.

Miss Lu was extremely sad and angry at the time. She drove her son-in-law, the woman and her children out of the Lu family. After she finished her mother's funeral, she left home and gave her property to her clan to sell. She donated all the money she earned to the clan.

Qin Yu Niang's voice was as gentle as the summer breeze, with a hint of coolness, yet also a bit of heat, making people feel that the wind was sticky.

"How is it? I've heard the news."

After Han Heming coaxed the children to sleep, he sat at the round table and was counting the accounts. Seeing Song Yanzhi walk in with a dejected look on her face, he couldn't help but ask.

"I found out, but I'm afraid we can't afford the house."

Song Yanzhi's voice sounded a little listless, and she lay listlessly on the round table.

Just that mountain land cost more than 10,000 taels of silver, plus 8,000 taels of silver for the house, which meant at least 20,000 taels of silver. Even if she guessed that the mountain land might be a mineral vein, she couldn't afford it.

"What's wrong? But what's wrong with you?"

Han Heming reached out his hand to touch Song Yanzhi's forehead. She seemed quite energetic when she just went out, but why did she become so listless in just a moment?

"It's okay, I just heard some bad things and it affected me a little."

She told Han Heming again what Qin Yu Niang had told her.

"Are you upset because you like that house and we can't afford it, or are you sad for Miss Lu?"

Song Yanzhi felt that she had everything, but she didn't have enough money to buy what she wanted. This was a very sad thing. It was also sad that Miss Lu met the wrong person.

"All."

Song Yanzhi spoke frankly.

"Miss Lu's situation is indeed very sad for her. As for the money, you don't have to worry about it. I am here. I will find a way to buy you what you want."

Han Heming touched Song Yanzhi's head soothingly, as if he was comforting a depressed kitten.

"Where did you get so much silver?"

When their house caught fire, she took out the money box. When she counted it, she found that there were more than 13,000 taels of silver in it.

They had already spent four or five hundred taels of silver on meals, accommodation, and the carriage on their journey south, and after totaling it all, they still had twelve thousand five hundred or six hundred taels of silver left.

With this money, they could buy a small house and dozens of acres of land, which would be enough for their family to live the life of a landlord.

Now, Song Yanzhi would have to think twice about spending such a large sum of money to buy such a broken mountain land, even if she had enough money.

Although the mineral vein is good, if the news gets out, they may not be able to keep it, so it’s better to just think about it in your mind and forget about it.

"Believe me."

Han Heming did not give a good answer as to where he would get the silver, but he looked at Song Yanzhi very seriously, and that look made Song Yanzhi feel that he could really get the silver.

"Why don't you ask me why I want the Lu family's house and the mountain? Actually, I don't really care about the Lu family's house. I'm interested in the hundred hectares of mountain land."

As Song Yanzhi spoke, her voice became softer and she moved her lips close to Han Heming's ear.

"I suspect that mountain is a mineral vein."

Han Heming only felt bursts of hot air coming out of his ears. The hot air carried a faint fragrance, which made him blush and his heart beat faster.

"is it?"

He licked his lips.

"Really, you believe me."

Song Yanzhi didn't notice Han Heming's abnormality and added very seriously.

By the time she reacted, she was already sitting in Han Heming's arms.

"Well, I understand, leave it to me."

Han Heming's voice became very strange, as if he was suppressing something, and he looked at Song Yanzhi affectionately.

Song Yanzhi's tone of "What are you doing?" changed under such a look.

Her face turned red.

"Where are the...ch...ildren?"

After she finished this sentence, she suddenly covered her mouth.

Beauty really misleads people. Isn't her words telling Han Heming that if the children were not around, he could take the next step towards her?

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Han Heming's eyes brightened even more.

"Let's go to the next room."

After saying this, without waiting for Song Yanzhi's reaction, he had already picked up the person and walked out with big strides.

"Han Heming, no."

Song Yanzhi pushed the man who was holding her in his arms.

"why?"

Han Heming held her in his arms and closed the door, with no intention of putting Song Yanzhi down.

"Didn't we agree to be a fake couple?"

Song Yanzhi lowered her head, not daring to look into Han Heming's affectionate eyes.

"Don't you think Jiaojiao doesn't like me? Huh?"

Han Heming's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a bewitching power.

"How do you know my name is Jiaojiao?"

Song Yanzhi widened her eyes in surprise and looked at Han Heming.

Her name in modern times is Song Jiaojiao. How did Han Heming know this?

Han Heming chuckled softly, looking at the girl with doe eyes, and a soft feeling rose in his heart.

Recalling the conversation she had with the children.

"Auntie, why do you call us by our nicknames? Do you have a nickname?"

"Yes, my aunt's nickname is Jiaojiao, Song Jiaojiao."

Jiaojiao.

It is a name that makes people feel soft and tender when they call it out. They want to hold it in their mouths and call it out over and over again.

He loved it.

I have also secretly shouted countless times.

"Tell me you like me, and I'll tell you how I know."

Han Heming coaxed Song Yanzhi like he was coaxing a four-year-old boy.

"Never."

Song Yanzhi turned her little face away and told the children her modern name, whether they wanted to say it or not. It was not difficult to guess the name, either from Han Heming eavesdropping or from the children.

"Don't want to say it? Then I'll tell you, I like Jiaojiao, my heart is drawn to Jiaojiao."

Han Heming's voice became even lower, like a feather, scratching Song Yanzhi's heart.

"Don't say it."

Song Yanzhi blushed and covered Han Heming's lips with her hand.

But this man really can do it.

When Song Yanzhi felt something wet and soft on the hand that was covering Han Heming's hand, she licked it gently.

Her face turned even redder.

Ah! This man is really... damn, he really hurts her heart.

She immediately withdrew her hand and hid it in her sleeve.

"What are you not allowed to say?"

The chuckle above her head started again. Song Yanzhi knew that this man was doing it on purpose. She didn't want to answer him, humph.

Seeing the shy little look of the girl in his arms, Han Heming's heart softened. He lowered his head and gently kissed her hair.