Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

Squeezing between the two, Shang Qing pushed the gift that Gu Heng had handed over back.

The fingertips touched the nine-linked rings, and the smooth, refreshing sensation was like that of an icy spring...

Shang Qing's eyes darkened.

It turns out she had been too simplistic in her thinking.

The smooth, lustrous texture is clearly that of pure jade. Wang Mingli actually gave this to Xi'er.

The astonishment in his eyes was impossible to hide. He looked Wang Mingli up and down with suspicion, his deep eyes hidden by another wave of doubt.

The items are indeed of high quality, but is this something that Wang Mingli can afford?

Jade is very expensive here. A slightly better piece can cost several years' worth of labor.

This nine-linked ring is of such high quality that it must be quite expensive.

Thinking of this, his hands, hanging down by his sides, couldn't help but start calculating.

Based on the wages she's currently paying Wang Mingli, it's definitely not enough to buy this.

If Wang Mingli had his own business or had taken on other people's classes, he probably wouldn't have been able to scrape together enough money even in a month.

Where did this thing come from? Why did this man give it to Xi'er?

Feeling uneasy, she watched as the man, with a sincere expression, pushed the things back to her.

Without hesitation, she blurted out, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. Let's go get something to eat first."

Changing the subject is the best way to refuse.

Before Shang Qing could even breathe a sigh of relief, a pair of small hands reached out and touched her.

Xi'er hugged the nine-linked rings tightly to her chest, a sweet smile on her face. "Thank you, sir."

Shang Qing's eyes widened. "Xi'er, what are you doing? How can you be so rude!"

"Mother, how have I been disobedient? Today is my birthday, and I accepted the gift from my teacher. Is that wrong?"

One sentence left Shang Qing speechless.

Fearing that this thing might bring disaster, Shang Qing, though reluctant, still bit her lip and hardened her heart to rebuke it.

"Mother said this gift is too expensive for you!"

"How could I not be able to stand it!"

The hands holding the nine-linked rings suddenly tightened, and Xi'er, who had just been happy, was now extremely alert.

She glared at Shang Qing like a dog guarding its food, and slowly walked towards Wang Mingli.

"Why can't I accept this gift! It was given to me by my husband, and I love it!"

"This is against the rules!"

“How is this against the rules? If the gentleman is willing to give it to me, I am willing to accept it. Isn’t this perfectly reasonable?”

Children's thinking is naive; they believe that anything done willingly is perfectly reasonable.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

The children nearby, seeing this scene, dared not step forward, fearing that they might be the ones to be scolded if they weren't careful.

Just as the two were at odds, Wang Mingli, who was behind Xi'er, stepped forward.

He took a step forward, and his tall figure immediately blocked Xi'er's view.

Xi'er, as if she had found a lifeline, immediately grabbed Wang Mingli's hand and kept calling out to him.

"gentlemen."

The soft, sweet voice melted instantly into Wang Mingli's heart, like a piece of candy.

The man squeezed the small hand in return and looked at Shang Qing, "Alright, it's just a gift, there's no need to make such a big fuss."

"Shang Qing, I know what you're worried about. How about this, consider this a loan to Xi'er. She can return it to me whenever she gets tired of playing with it!"

Hearing this, Xi'er was clearly unhappy.

Her little mouth was upturned as high as the foxtail grass by the field.

Just then, Wang Mingli squatted down, a sly glint in his bright eyes.

"You can play with this thing for as long as you want, or you can even keep it at home. The master won't ask you for it."

Doesn't this mean it's still a gift?

A smile returned to Xi'er's face, and she couldn't help but nod.

Seeing this, Shang Qing still wanted to stop it.

But as soon as I logged on, my view was completely blocked by a figure.

She looked up and met Gu Heng's worried expression.

"I know you're worried about Xi'er, but today is her birthday, and you probably don't want to make her sad."

The flowers that Shang Qing bought at the market early that morning were still in the room. If she didn't want to make Xi'er happy, why would she go through all this trouble?

But now, a single denial from her can destroy this beautiful warmth.

Helpless, helpless.

Shang Qing patted his head, forcing a bitter smile.

"At this point, what other choice do we have?"

He stopped following Xi'er's lead, and that was considered an implicit acceptance of the matter.

Xi'er was all smiles throughout the day.

Although there were some unpleasant little incidents during the process, children are children after all, and they forgot about them in an instant after playing for a while.

However, at night, when it was time to go to bed, she seemed to remember the gift that Wang Mingli had given her.

After washing her feet, she took the gift and happily went to bed.

Shang Qing came over to lull him to sleep, and just as she lifted the blanket, she sat down.

A chill ran down his backside, and he felt a hard sensation. Shang Qing immediately jumped up.

At the same time, Xi'er, who was sleeping peacefully, cried out in a panic, "My nine-linked rings!"

She picked up the item and examined it closely. Only when she found that it was undamaged did Xi'er breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning to look at Shang Qing, she asked cautiously, as if she had done something wrong, "Mother, are you alright?"

Shang Qing was furious, but her butt hurt so much that she could only rub it first.

"Why did you bring this to bed?"

"I'm afraid you'll take the things away." Her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and Xi'er dared not look up at Shang Qing.

The blanket she was clutching tightly became crumpled and disheveled. Suddenly, Xi'er loosened her grip on the deformed blanket, as if she had made up her mind.

"Mommy, please don't take the things away, okay? I'll be good from now on, okay?"

It seems she really likes this thing. So much so that this little one can even predict what she'll do.

Shang Qing sighed helplessly, "If you like it, then keep it."

We've already taken them all, what else can we do with them if we don't keep them?

"But you must promise your mother that you won't let these toys interfere with your studies."

With her wish fulfilled, Xi'er no longer cared about Shang Qing's demands.

She nodded repeatedly, hugged her beloved nine-linked rings, crawled into the quilt, and closed her eyes.

His tightly closed eyes were filled with joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Even Shang Qing was infected by their happiness. "What a silly child!"

As if she wanted to vent her anger, she ruffled Xi'er's hair. Seeing the child laughing like a fool, she lay down and told the child a bedtime story.

As the sound lingered, the child's snoring gradually began.

The hand that was patting the child's back paused slightly, and Shang Qing gently covered the child with the blanket before slowly turning around.

At this moment, the slightly ajar window is directly in view.

The bright moonlight shone in her eyes, yet the woman felt no cold.

Right now, his mind was filled with Wang Mingli.

What exactly does this person mean? Why did he give Xi'er all these things? What does he want in return for paying such a high price?

No, she absolutely has to investigate this person thoroughly.