Zhang Xiaoxiao watched as Li Xiumei got into the male lead's car and gradually drove away from the village, feeling a bit melancholic.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"Not really, it's just that I feel a bit out of place. After all, the Li Family has lived nearby for so long, and now suddenly they're leaving for the capital. It's hard to adjust," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
"Then we should go to the capital too," Zhao Guangcai suggested.
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoxiao was taken aback.
"What? Don't you like the capital?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just... there's no need to follow Li Xiumei just to be closer to her, right?" Zhang Xiaoxiao said.
"Don't you want to go?" Zhao Guangcai inquired.
"Well, I think life in the village is pretty good right now," Zhang Xiaoxiao answered.
"Then we won't go," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Okay," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"Let's go home," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Mm-hmm," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded again.
After returning home, Zhang Xiaoxiao began to clear the dishes from the table.
"I'll wash them," Zhao Guangcai offered.
"Okay," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
Zhang Xiaoxiao went to her room to sleep. After Zhao Guangcai finished washing the dishes, he found Zhang Xiaoxiao sitting on her bed under a thin blanket, holding a book.
"What book are you reading?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"I don't know; I found it on the table," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
"Oh," Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"Is this book yours?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Yeah," Zhao Guangcai confirmed with a nod.
"How did you get this book?" Zhang Xiaoxiao inquired.
"My mom sent it to me," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Your mom?" Zhang Xiaoxiao was stunned.
This was the first time she had heard Zhao Guangcai mention his mother.
"Mm." Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"Is your... is your mom also in the capital?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Mm." Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"Then... if we want to go to the capital, can we stay at your mom's place?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Mm." Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"What does your mom do?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"She does business," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Oh." Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"Nothing, just a bit curious," Zhang Xiaoxiao said.
"Curious?" Zhao Guangcai asked, puzzled.
"Mm, I want to know if your mom will like me," Zhang Xiaoxiao said.
"She will," Zhao Guangcai said confidently.
"How do you know?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Because I like you," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoxiao was taken aback.
"My mom will definitely like you," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Mm." Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"Let's sleep," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Mm." Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
Zhang Xiaoxiao lay down and covered herself with the blanket.
Zhao Guangcai turned off the light and lay down as well.
"Guangcai," Zhang Xiaoxiao called out.
"Mm?" Zhao Guangcai responded.
"Does your mom know about our marriage?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"She knows," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Mm?" Zhang Xiaoxiao was confused.
"I sent a letter to my mom while I was with you, saying that I got married," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoxiao was stunned.
How could she not remember Zhao Guangcai having a mother at this point in the original story?
"What's wrong?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"Nothing, I'm just a bit surprised," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
"My mom knew about you a long time ago," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Did your mom write back?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Yeah," Zhao Guangcai responded.
"Where's the letter?" Zhang Xiaoxiao inquired.
"It's tucked inside that book," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Oh," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"Do you want to see it?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"Yeah," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
Zhao Guangcai turned on the light and got up to fetch the book.
Zhang Xiaoxiao also sat up.
Zhao Guangcai flipped to the letter and handed it to Zhang Xiaoxiao.
Zhang Xiaoxiao took the letter and opened it.
The handwriting on the letter was not Zhao Guangcai's mother's but someone else's.
"Is this your mom's handwriting?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"No," Zhao Guangcai shook his head.
"Then whose handwriting is this?" Zhang Xiaoxiao questioned.
"I don't know," Zhao Guangcai replied, shaking his head again.
"Is this letter written by someone your mom asked to write for her?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Maybe," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Oh," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded and continued reading the letter.
"Brother Liu, I hope this letter finds you well!
It feels like meeting you through this letter; I have received your message. You mentioned in your letter that you married Miss Zhang Xiaoxiao, congratulations to both of you! I am also very happy to meet you and become family with you. If you have time, I welcome you to visit the capital; I will show you around my company and let you see where I work."
"Brother Liu?" Zhang Xiaoxiao frowned.
"Hmm?" Zhao Guangcai looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao.
"Is that how your mom addresses you in her letters?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Yeah." Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"Brother Liu..." Zhang Xiaoxiao said sarcastically.
"What’s wrong?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"Nothing much." Zhang Xiaoxiao pouted.
"Then why do you sound like that?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"I just think it's strange," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
"What's strange about it?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"I don't know, it just feels off," Zhang Xiaoxiao said.
"Then let's not read it." Zhao Guangcai suggested.
"No way, I want to read it," Zhang Xiaoxiao insisted.
"Then go ahead and read it," Zhao Guangcai said.
Zhang Xiaoxiao continued reading the letter.
[Brother Liu, I know you are used to living in the village and might not be accustomed to life in the capital, but don't worry, I bought a house in the capital where you can live with Miss Zhang Xiaoxiao. If you don't want to come to the capital, I will buy a plot of land nearby and build a villa so you can live comfortably.]
"Your mom seems pretty Da Fu," Zhang Xiaoxiao remarked.
"Yeah." Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"Then why did she leave you in the village?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"She has her own things to take care of," Zhao Guangcai replied.
"What could be more important than you?" Zhang Xiaoxiao questioned.
"She has a lot on her plate," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Oh." Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
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