As they were about to leave, Laicai was still whimpering, demanding Juhua's little throw pillow—he claimed he slept soundly on it!
Juhua was furious, but she kept consoling herself. 'This little terror is finally leaving. I won't stoop to his level.' She quickly rushed into her room, grabbed a small throw pillow, and shoved it at him. Only then did he stop crying.
Mrs. Yang walked them to the outskirts of the village before turning back, while Qingmu continued on, carrying the shoulder pole all the way to Xiatang Market.
The moment the two of them left, Juhua felt utterly relaxed, as if dark, oppressive clouds had suddenly parted to reveal a clear sky and a gentle breeze.
After Qingmu and Mrs. Yang returned home, the whole family, feeling completely at ease, gathered around the foot-warmer barrel to chat idly.
Juhua couldn't help but ask Mrs. Yang, "Mom, how did Second Uncle end up marrying someone like Second Aunt-in-law?"
