Yang Ruqing continued, "I understand what you mean, but in our place, 'old lady' usually refers to elderly women with gray hair at their temples."

"My mother isn't that high-ranking, and she doesn't like to be called Old Madam. You can be more casual and just call her aunt based on your age and seniority."

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's words, Wu Yi Hua blushed.

"He quickly nodded and said, "Madam Luo's teachings are right. I haven't been thoughtful enough. Next time, I will definitely improve."

Yang Ruqing curled her lips and waited until Wu YiHua left. Then, Yang Ruqing came to Sun's house.

Mrs. Sun was sitting there sewing when she saw Yang Ruoqing enter, she raised her head and smiled and asked: "Has Mr. Wu left?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, walked around to Sun's back and gently kneaded her shoulders.

“It’s almost lunchtime. Why not let Mr. Wu, the shopkeeper, have a meal here before leaving?” asked Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruqing purposely pouted her lips and let out a hum.

“There’s still dinner left. After your mother left earlier, I gave him a good scolding.” She said.

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"What?" Mrs. Sun was surprised, turning her head to look at Yang Ruqing, "People who come to visit are guests. Why would you say such things about them?"

Yang Ruqing said, "Humph, who let him have such poor eyesight? My mother is obviously so young, yet he calls you old madam."

Even though I know he calls me "Old Madam" out of respect for my being his wife's mother-in-law, because I was called "Madam Luo" before, that "Old" just sounds unpleasant. My mother is still young and beautiful!

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Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's childish words, Lady Sun suddenly understood.

She gently patted Yang Ruohua's hand and said, "You really are something else. I didn't take Wuzhanggui's words to heart."

Besides, when they call me that, it's out of respect, elevating my status, and there's no ill intent behind it.

"When you turn back, see Wu the shopkeeper and speak to him nicely. You'll still be doing business together in the future!" Sun admonished.

Yang Ruqing leaned down and hugged Mrs. Sun from behind, acting coquettishly: "Hmm, whatever mother says is fine. Who wouldn't be like this to a mother so beautiful?"

"You're getting more and more outlandish! I'm so embarrassed," Mrs. Sun said, her face flushed.

Yang Ruqing said, "I'm telling the truth. Auntie Guihua and Auntie Dayun also say that."

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They said that my slender and tall figure, and my features, all resemble your own.

"And besides, Mother, your skin is naturally fair. Even after all those years of sun and wind..."

"But I just can't tan, not even a single freckle or mole. This is the truth, I'm not flattering you!" Yang Ruoqing added.

He scrutinized Mrs. Sun's profile carefully, "Her eyebrows are thick yet not messy, she has double eyelids, her nose bridge isn't high nor flat, and her lip color is good."

"Her hair was jet black and shiny, such a beautiful and graceful woman, so dignified and generous. I bet my father had to search high and low with a lantern to find someone like her!" she teased.

Sun's face flushed even redder, and she chided, "You really are getting more and more unreliable with your words! Stop talking already before someone hears you and laughs their teeth out!"

Yang Ruqing said, "Who dares to laugh? What I said is the truth. If our parents weren't well-proportioned and handsome, how could they have given birth to a son as beautiful as Dayan?"

"So Mom, we children are truly grateful to you and Dad. We received our bodies and skin from our parents, and you gave us the best genes!"

Yang Ruqing's words made Mrs. Sun so happy that her eyes lit up and her heart was sweeter than honey.

As for the slight discomfort that Mr. Wu, the shopkeeper, had mentioned earlier about the old madam's arrival, it had long since vanished without a trace.

Here, the mother and daughter are enjoying their time together. On the other hand, Wǔzhǎngguì is experiencing another distressing situation.

He hurried back to his shop, intending to tidy up his belongings before tomorrow's handover at the government office and move them elsewhere temporarily.

Just as he was reaching for his key to open the door, a luxurious carriage rolled down the street, accompanied by two maids on either side.

Both maids' hands, and along the carriage driver's seat, were piled high with boxes of all shapes and sizes.

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The carriage stopped behind him, right in the street between the Wuji shop and Jingtian Restaurant.

Wu Zhuangui turned his head to look at the two maidservants, thinking to himself, "Whose wife or young lady is having a meal at Jingtian Tavern?"

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The wives and daughters of wealthy families live such good lives, buying so many things.

The carriage curtains were lifted by a pair of white, tender hands. Several rings adorned the fingers, with rubies and emeralds...

Her wrists were adorned with numerous bracelets and bangles, crafted from gold, silver, agate, jade, and other materials. They clinked softly against each other when she moved, producing a pleasant and melodious sound.

Men like to look at women, especially beautiful women.

Even someone like Wu the shopkeeper, a man only five feet tall, couldn't escape the nature of men. He couldn't resist the human curiosity towards beautiful things.

So, the shopkeeper Wu hesitated for a moment before opening the door, his eyes following the pedestrians on the street as they all looked at the carriage.

As soon as I looked, the curtain was lifted, and I saw a woman in silks and satins, with heavy makeup, stepping out of the compartment.

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The silk flowers, hairpin, and jade ornaments adorning her bun shimmered as she walked.

Coupled with that fiery red lip, she was so radiant that passersby would be left breathless.

　Wu Zhanggui also had a feeling of suffocation.

...but it's a kind of heartache that feels like suffocation.

She was Wang Lianlian, a woman who she herself had once held in the palm of her hand and treated as precious as an eyeball.

Master Wu quickly turned his head and trembled as he opened the door. His mind uncontrollably flashed back to scenes from when they were still husband and wife – scenes that seemed warm and loving at the time, but now felt bitterly ironic...

She used to be, a woman in a skirt of thorns and rouge, slightly adorned with powder. She was so gentle, beautiful, and approachable.

Now that she, a woman of intelligence, was in front of him, she seemed excessively beautiful, bordering on vulgar and seductive.

And her clothes were also rather revealing, completely reduced to a woman who served others with her body.

The key in his hand clattered to the ground with a click. Wu, the shopkeeper, bent down to pick it up, but a woman wearing red embroidered shoes stepped on his key with her foot.

Following the foot and skirt upwards, Wu Guanghuai saw a woman's face that was both alluring and arrogant.

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"Move your feet!" Wu Zhang said in a deep voice.

Wang Lianlian looked down in surprise, as if she had just discovered that she was standing on someone's keys.

She moved her foot away and covered her mouth with a smile: "Wu Yi Hua, long time no see. Why is your shop still closed during the day? If you can't keep it open, just close it sooner rather than later. Why occupy this latrine without using it?"

The shopkeeper Wu picked up the key and stood up. He gave Wang Lianlian a cold glance, snorted, and

“Even if I were to give away this entire shop for free, I wouldn't let Zhuge Qing get a good deal. Tell him to abandon this idea as soon as possible!” he said.

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