“Third brother, what are you saying? If people hear this, I don't care much, but what will Cui Lian do? Just stop talking!” said Lu Tiejiang.

He glanced at Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing who were sitting beside him.

The blacksmith, Luo Tiejiang, felt even more embarrassed: “I don’t know where to put my old face now that two children have heard this!”

Yang Ruqing giggled: "Uncle, don't be shy! It's natural for men to get married when they grow up and women to do the same. Besides, it was me and Tang Yazi who came up with this idea of playing matchmaker!"

"What?"

The blacksmith Luo was even more surprised.

Luo Fengtang nodded and took over the conversation, saying, "Uncle, for my sake, you've put your own lifelong affairs on hold. I sincerely hope you can find a partner."

“Now that I’ve come of age, it won’t be long before I get married.”

"I truly hope you have someone by your side who understands and cares for you."

"Aunt Wang is a good person. She has been secretly kind to us these years."

"You two are both unfortunate souls, if you could get together, it would be the best thing!"

"What?" Luo Tiejiang's eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise.

“Ah, my dear boy, your kindness is appreciated. But this matter... between you and Mrs. Wang..."

The blacksmith, Luo Tiejiang's face flushed red, scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

"Uncle, there's no need to say any more," Yang Ruqing said with a smile.

"I'll just ask you one question, all you have to say is whether it can be done or not."

“What are you talking about?” asked Luotiejian.

Yang Ruqing said, "Are you willing to live with Wang's wife?"

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The blacksmith Luo was stunned.

"It's okay to speak, just nod or shake your head." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Yang Ruqing said.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang both turned their gazes to Luo Tiejiang.

The blacksmith Luo was full of anxiety.

"Lao Da Bo, hurry up and tell me!" Yang Ruqing urged again.

The blacksmith, Luo Tiejiang, blushed and nodded.

"Haha, that's perfect!" Yang Ruqing clapped her hands.

"As an old bachelor, I get along with anyone," said the blacksmith. "I'm just afraid they won't find me suitable..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing smiled again.

Uncle, you just need to do your own thing.

"Leave the rest to us, we'll take good care of it!"

The next day, Yang Ruqing found an opportunity and went to Wang Cuilian's house. Wang was a widow who lived at the south end of the village.

With his three-inch tongue, he spent over an hour.

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Yang Ruqing finally got rid of Wang the widow.

“Father, mother, uncle, Tang Ya Zi, and Wang's wife nodded!”

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She returned home, and Lu Tiejiang and the others were already here waiting for news.

"Qinger, did your aunt from the Wang family agree?" Mrs. Sun rushed over and asked first.

Yang Ruqing nodded: "Well, it's done! My uncle is going to be the groom!"

“This little girl, she talks…” Luo Tijiang rubbed his hands, looking awkward.

Yang Huazhong and they all laughed.

"Uncle, we should treat everyone fairly. Let's pick a double-date auspicious day in the next two days and invite Wang's wife over to our house!" Luofengtang suggested.

The blacksmith nodded: "Well, we can't wrong her!"

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A celebration was held to commemorate Lo Tie-jiang's finally being able to get married.

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In order to dilute the shadow left by his previous failed marriage.

This time, for Wang Widow's marriage, Yang Ruqing, Luo Fengtang, and Yang Huazhong discussed together, planning to hold a grand and lively celebration!

So, over the next few days, everyone was busy.

Yang Huazhong and Chang Gung volunteered to be matchmakers.

Mrs. Sun, Guihua, and Dayun were busy going to Wang Cuilian's house to help her tidy up and decorate.

Yang Ruqing and Luofeng Tang were busy preparing for the wedding ceremony.

I consulted a fortune teller and set the date for June.

This new house of the blacksmith's, it has to be nicely decorated, with a festive and joyous atmosphere.

>A festive occasion is quickly approaching.

When Wang, the widow, came to visit Lao Tie's home, thunderous firecrackers echoed in the village.

Last time Ma came over, Luó Tíjiàng set up two tables of wine and food.

This time, when Wang came over, Luò the blacksmith invited almost everyone in the village.

The banquet was moved from the main hall to the courtyard, and even spilled over into the neighbor's courtyard.

The people here are quite open-minded, so it's not uncommon for widows to remarry.

Moreover, the blacksmith Luo was a likeable person, and Mrs. Wang was a low-key woman.

The immediate family members, including General Luofeng Tang and Yang Ruqing, the niece-in-law of the richest man in Changping Village, strongly supported him.

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So, almost everyone in the village came to show their support.

Luofeng Tang and Yang Ruqing also came over, calling Wang's widow "Auntie."

Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun both claimed kinship with the widow Wang.

Thus, the grand door-crossing ceremony came to an end. The solemnity and excitement of it were no less than those of young couples' celebrations.

After passing through the gate, Luò Tiéjiàng took Wáng Gufù to nearby Qīngshuǐ Town.

She dressed the widow in fine clothes from head to toe.

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Seasonal clothing and shoes.

Luo Tiejiang provided Wang the widow with everything for sewing, as well as other things commonly used by women.

Wang's widow was so moved that her eyes welled up several times.

And even the women from the village who usually looked down on Wang Widow envied her so much.

With great fanfare, the wedding was finally held. There was a lot of noise and excitement as Madam Wang truly became part of the Lao Luo family.

The wedding night of the blacksmith Luo and the widow Wang.

But Luo Fengtang snuck into Yang Ruoqing's room after everyone else had gone to sleep.

At that time, Yang Ruqing was just about to take off her sleepwear and put on a pink undershirt to sleep.

He suddenly leaped in through the window, startling her.

"Oh, you dead ghost! What are you doing sneaking in here at night?"

She shielded her chest with both hands and glared at him.

Luò Fēng Táng was taken aback, clearly not expecting to see her like this in the room.

His gaze fell upon the parts of her body that her arms couldn't protect.

　　Porcelain-like skin, smooth and delicate, glows with a faint pink hue under the light.

The pink bellyband, worn on her body, though unseen, was tightly pressed against her chest.

But her tiny waist, was tantalizingly out of sight.

His eyes were fixed.

“Hey, what are you looking at? Turn your body around, I need to get into bed.”

When he stared straight at her, Yang Ruqing's face flushed.

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Luo Fengtang came back to his senses, a wicked smile flashing across his eyes.

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“What are you turning? I've touched everything already, what's there to be afraid of looking at?”

“You…”

Before he could even speak, he was already standing before her.

He drew her close, holding her completely in his arms, and strode towards the large bed on that side.

As he set her down, his own body pressed down on top of hers.

It's hot, so everyone is wearing less.

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With this kind of pressure, there was almost no space between the two bodies.

I was just going to try and calm down.

Her softness made his heart race, and he reacted immediately.

And she, because she could clearly feel a slow beastly transformation taking place within him.

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My body tensed up, and my heart pounded in my chest!