Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 955: Chapter 955 I’m Not Studying Anymore_1 Chapter 955: Chapter 955 I’m Not Studying Anymore_1 “The Jiwei Residence is so busy now; how about we collaborate with the Yang Family on bicycles?” Qiao Xiaomai suggested.

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang flipped over and grabbed her hand, “If we collaborate with the Jiwei Residence, we can take the larger share or even all of it. But if we collaborate with the royal family, do you think we can even get a fraction?”

Qiao Xiaomai frowned and hesitated, “But it’s such a waste to have the money and not be able to earn more because we lack manpower.”

“Don’t rush; if it comes to it, we can wait until the New Year. I signed the agreement, and the retired emperor said that if I could complete it in his lifetime, he would reward me with a title. With that title, I don’t think I need to toil over books for the Imperial Examination anymore. I should just focus on making money and building roads.”

“What?” Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You’re not going to study anymore?”

“No, I’m not studying anymore. I’m too busy now, no time for that. Besides, passing the Imperial Examination is pointless. It’s better to focus on building roads to earn a title.” Yang Wenxiao’s stance was clear—he wouldn’t harm the Tong Family, but he wasn’t without his suspicions either.

Under such circumstances, even if he achieved the status of top scholar, Yang Wenxiao wouldn’t allow him to take office.

Nor did he intend to take up an official post elsewhere.

So, to make money and build roads, earn a title, and then spend a peaceful life with Qiao Xiaomai in the manor.

That would be enough.

After listening to Tong Sanlang’s words, Qiao Xiaomai fell silent for a moment. She snuggled closer, nestling into his embrace. With a somber tone, she asked, “Am I holding you back?”

“Not at all.” With his beauty willingly flinging herself into his arms, Tong Sanlang hugged her tightly and patted her back gently, laughing, “Actually, I never had any grand ambitions. Grandfather said to plot a rebellion, so I obediently went along with plotting a rebellion.”

“It wasn’t until I met you that a truly firm and unwavering thought emerged in my heart: to be with you.”

“I don’t desire to conquer Mount Jiang, nor do I care for the common people. I just want to be with you, to live a steady and peaceful life.”

As long as he was with Qiao Xiaomai, even the dullest of tasks would become lively and interesting. Listening to her talk about her hometown, tinkering with novel gadgets, tasting her cooking, and perhaps later having a child with her—that would fulfill his life.

All he wanted in life was just this.

Reading books and seeking fame and fortune meant nothing to him.

Upon hearing his words, Qiao Xiaomai’s heart felt as though it was filled with cotton candy. She lifted her head slightly, leaned in, and kissed his lips.

She, too, just wanted to be with Tong Sanlang.

Just to be with him.

Tong Sanlang opened his mouth, tenderly enveloping her lips, he flipped over, making her lie atop him as he deepened their gentle kiss.

Outside the window, the cold wind blew, but inside, there was a warmth of affection.

Due to Tong Sanlang’s particular circumstances, the two just hugged and kissed without going any further, until they grew numb. Then, reluctantly parting from each other’s lips, they embraced and both fell into a deep sleep.

In the deep of the winter night, as the howling wind blew, guards roamed about the manor, each carrying a long blade, divided into several squads, moving back and forth around the manor.

The sky was overcast, with the moon and stars hiding behind dark clouds. However, the glistening white snow on the ground added a trace of light to the pitch-black night.

Under the faint light, tiny specks that were hard for the naked eye to discern gathered towards the manor from all directions.

All the tiny specks eventually entered Mai Yuan, landing on the droplet-shaped mark on Qiao Xiaomai’s wrist.

Endless tiny specks landed on the mark, entering the space, eventually scattering over the white spots in the pond.