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The woman said with a hint of envy, "Why didn't I meet a man like that when I was young?"

The middle-aged man chuckled, "You're not as pretty as him, are you?"

The woman paused for a moment, then said, "That's true. Although that girl isn't the kind of stunning beauty, she's plump and fair-skinned. Not to mention men, I even wanted to pinch her cheeks when I saw her."

Round and smooth like pearls...

Upon hearing these words, Qi Weiming immediately pictured Fan Liuer's face.

That's exactly what she looks like.

Back then, his martial arts masters urged him to get married and showed him portraits of many women, but he didn't like any of them, so he didn't plan to get married.

Qi Weiming's parents passed away early, and he had no other relatives. With no one in his family pressuring him to get married, he thought that if he was going to get married, he had to find someone he liked. If he didn't like someone, he could remain unmarried for the rest of his life.

Seeing that he didn't like any of them, the master thought for a moment and took out a scroll from the house.

"Look at this one. This is the sister-in-law of my distant niece. It was originally meant for my nephew, but when the portrait arrived, my nephew already had someone he liked."

Qi Weiming lost interest as soon as he heard it was from a small northern town.

It's so far away, just picking them up would be a considerable expense.

The master advised him, "Why don't you take a look? Maybe she'll suit your taste. Although her home is a bit far, her brother and sister-in-law are eager to marry her off, and they haven't even asked for a dowry yet."

Qi Weiming was even less interested now. If someone is in such a hurry to get married without even asking for a dowry, then they must be either ugly or have some kind of problem.

However, due to his master's enthusiasm, he found it difficult to refuse and could only accept the scroll.

When the scroll was opened, only half of the portrait was visible, but Qi Weiming was immediately drawn to the face on it and stared in stunned silence.

This is exactly the kind of look he likes!

She looks gentle and quiet, and her voice is soft and gentle.

"Master! I want to marry her!"

His master was taken aback. "I just asked you to take a look first, not to make a decision so quickly."

"I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry her!"

The master continued, "Have you thought this through? This girl is so beautiful, and her family doesn't even want a dowry. There must be something wrong with her health."

"It doesn't matter!" Qi Weiming answered decisively, "Even if she's paralyzed, I'll still marry her!"

Such a pleasing face, it makes people happy even just looking at it at home.

Thinking of Fan Liuer, Qi Weiming became interested in the conversation between the two people behind him.

He turned to the woman and asked, "What does that rich young master who got you to act look like?"

The woman glanced at him and shook her head. "I can't say that I took money from them."

"I'll give you double."

Upon hearing this, the woman's attitude immediately changed, and she said with a smile, "That rich young master is quite good-looking, tall and thin, and his face is even smaller than mine, though a bit dark-skinned."

Qi Weiming glanced at the woman's face.

A man, smaller than her face...

Li Qiuping's face appeared in my mind.

He suddenly stood up.

His subordinates, startled by his actions, quickly stood up, saying, "Sir."

The woman was also frightened. When she heard the others mention the adult, she quickly waved her hands, saying, "I...I don't know him. I'm just doing this for money."

Before she could finish speaking, Qi Weiming had already walked up to her. "Is it the blacksmith shop on the east side of town?"

The woman nodded hurriedly, "Yes...yes."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Weiming had already rushed out.

Seven or eight subordinates immediately followed behind him.

At this moment, Fan Liuer was having dinner with Siqing and Feng Ji. This morning, before dawn, Feng Ji went to the mountains, picked some pigeon leaves, and made pigeon tofu.

Then it was left to cool in the well for a whole day. At dinner time, it was taken out, cut up, and served with a prepared sauce. It was soft, chewy, and refreshing.

When Fan Liuer encounters delicious food, even the biggest troubles have to be put aside.

At this moment, he had already forgotten about Li Chenbi's enemies coming to find him, and was eating with great delight.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, and as darkness began to fall, Feng Ji stood up. "Madam Fan, let me take you home."

Fan Liuer propped herself up on her knees, touched her belly, and followed Feng Ji out. As she walked, she said to Si Qing, "I think I've gained some weight since I've been eating at your house every day these past few days."

Siqing laughed from behind, "I think you look better when you're a little chubby, even a little chubby is fine. Come over tomorrow, and I'll make you my new signature dish."

"Okay," Fan Liuer immediately agreed.

So what if I'm fat? It's my own body anyway, so it's not a loss.

Siqing didn't see them off; she watched them leave and then went back to clean up the dishes.

Feng Ji was a man of few words and rarely spoke up. He walked forward in silence.

Fan Liuer was too full to speak and silently followed behind Feng Ji.

I had only gone halfway when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

The two turned around and saw seven or eight people rushing towards them.

Wearing a veil, Fan Liuer could only see blurry figures and couldn't make out the faces of the group, so she asked Feng Ji, "Who are they?"

Feng Ji recognized the group of people leading the way as the same group who had passed by his shop earlier.

Judging from the man's posture, it seemed he was coming specifically for them.

"Hurry up," he said to Fan Liuer.

Fan Liuer was a coward. When Feng Ji told her to leave, she turned around and ran away without even having time to ask who it was.

Qi Weiming didn't recognize Fan Liuer at first. She was wearing a veil and was far away, so he could only see her back and nothing else.

When the two turned around to look back, he saw the man's face clearly and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

At this moment, the woman wearing the veiled hat suddenly turned and ran away. Only then did Qi Weiming realize that the man was the one he had seen when he passed by the ironware shop during the day.

The woman beside him was most likely Fan Liuer.

The spot where Fan Liuer and Feng Ji were standing was not far from the front door of Fan Liuer's house. She ran there in a few steps and was about to open the courtyard gate when she heard her name called from behind.

"Fan Liuer!"

Fan Liuer suddenly stopped and turned to look behind her.

Hearing this, Li Chenbi in the courtyard immediately sat up straight, looked up at the courtyard gate, and his face was extremely ugly.

Qi Weiming's voice.

He was extremely cautious, but he never expected...

Li Qiuping looked at him, "Sir, it's Qi Weiming."

His eyes were icy. "Bring the wheelchair over."

Qi Weiming was stopped by Feng Ji halfway before he could reach Fan Liuer. "Young master, you've got the wrong person."

Qi Weiming ignored her and looked at Fan Liuer instead.

"Fan Liuer, I haven't mistaken you for someone else, you are Fan Liuer."

"I am Qi Weiming, is this you..."

The courtyard gate behind Fan Liuer was opened, the sound of the door opening drowning out the rest of Qi Weiming's sentence.

Fan Liuer looked into the doorway upon hearing the sound and saw Li Chenbi appear in a wheelchair. She instantly felt an overwhelming sense of security.