The carriage took the same route as before, and after two quarters of an hour, even at a slow pace, it seemed the newly purchased residence was not far from the Zhong family's house.
Zhong Xingwang was pleased yet a bit embarrassed to return home, as the local specialties and gifts he had bought were being sent back.
After such a long journey, if he came back empty-handed without anything bought, and after having spent so much of the family's money.
Then he thought about it; his greatest achievement was bringing his wife home. That should be a gift for the family, right?
When the carriage stopped, Ye Shiqi's elder sister lifted the curtain, shyly reluctant to be the first to step out.
She glanced at the Zhong family's house, truly worthy of a wealthy family, a match for Uncle Zhao's residence—she wondered if it could be as large as the Ye family's?
