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Mao Huimei and Mao Huilan quickly gathered around. Mao Huilan held the certificate and read aloud, “Property Ownership Certificate. Owner: Xia Mian; Address: No. 2, Jinyu Lane, Longcheng District, Yan City; Area: 400 square meters!”

Zhou Qianqian wanted to act tough and say, “Forget it if you don’t want to buy,” but she remembered Old Madam Huo’s instructions. The old lady had made it clear that, no matter what, the courtyard must be transferred to Xia Mian today, or she wouldn’t have a chance to be with Huo Xuewen. Thinking

As Ning Shaobai predicted, Old Madam Huo didn’t dare gamble, so the next day, Zhou Qianqian appeared in front of Xia Mian. Ning Shaoyun and Xia Mian had just dropped off the kids at kindergarten and were returning home when they encountered her knocking at the gate. Zhou Qianqian had likely been afraid that Ning

“Careful!” Ning Shaobai’s expression changed as he tossed aside the stick he was holding and spread his arms. “Xia Mian!” Xia Mian tried to restore her balance, but the beam she stepped on had already rotted inside. Before Ning Shaobai could finish his warning, the wood snapped with a loud crack.

“Buying a house? Where did this house come from?” Xia Wenyues and her daughters were puzzled. Xia Mian smiled, “Do you still remember the day we first arrived? I said I wanted to buy the courtyard house across the street.”

By the time Xia Mian returned from picking up Chenchen, Xiao Feng, and Mao Huizhu from kindergarten, she saw from a distance that the area around the stall was packed with people. Xia Wenyue was busy counting skewers and collecting money, completely swamped with work. Xia Mian noticed that there were only a few skewers

Mao Huilan circled the cart and exclaimed, “This is so beautiful! I’m almost reluctant to put anything on it.” Xia Mian laughed, “I bet this cart will be the most eye-catching stall on the street!” Stepping out of the kitchen, Aunt Wei called out, “Are you done? Come on here, let’s make dumplings! The filling

When the kids had their first break from kindergarten, the custom-made cart that Xia Wenyue ordered was ready to be picked up. Everyone coincidentally got up early. While Xia Mian was dressing Xiao Feng, the little guy kept craning his neck, eager to rush out. Xia Mian chuckled, “What are you looking at?” Xiao Feng

As Rong Xin had mentioned, Old Master Huo seemed to be deeply humiliated and took swift and decisive action to handle the matter. The next day, when Xia Mian was taking Chenchen, Xiao Feng, and Huizhu to kindergarten, she saw the gate across the street wide open. Several servants—some she could recognize from her previous

“Xiao Feng, would you like to try?” Ning Shaoyun offered him the brush. Xiao Feng looked up at Xia Mian, his eyes bright with excitement. Xia Mian nodded encouragingly. “Go ahead.” In this life, Xiao Feng’s talent would be his own shining beacon, and he would be free to paint whatever he wanted.