Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

Even Zhao Yuheng, who is usually so composed, was somewhat embarrassed at this moment.

Last time we were caught kissing in the park, but only a few people noticed.

At this moment, a whole courtyard of people were staring at them, including Jin Bao'er's aunt and other relatives.

Jin Bao'er didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't struggle. He just let her hold his hand and stood there calmly.

Quiet whispers soon filled the courtyard:

"Who is this burly man?"

"As sturdy as Longze City."

"Yes, he's about the same height as Zhou Yunxun."

Several young women nearby covered their mouths and giggled, their faces full of maternal smiles, quietly explaining to their elders:

"Can't you see? There are already two couples in the village, and they're doing great."

The elderly people immediately understood upon hearing this.

Although there was surprise on his face, it wasn't too unexpected.

The Gan family is producing talented people one after another.

Although their paths are "different," each of them is an outstanding individual!

Gan Xiaoguo is a social media influencer with millions of followers, and her husband is an Olympic champion.

Gan Feiyang is the director of a county hospital, and his partner is the CEO of a company.

Now another great writer, Jin Bao'er, has emerged.

The elderly people couldn't hide the envy in their eyes.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that the Gan family's ancestral graves must have been blessed with good fortune, as they were able to produce such talented people.

Many people are already planning to burn incense and money for their ancestors when they get back, hoping to receive some good fortune in return.

After a moment of silence, Jin Bao'er suddenly raised her hand, which was clasped with Zhao Yuheng's, and spoke calmly and earnestly:

"This is my man. We'll be together from now on, and if conditions allow, we'll get married. We'll invite everyone to dinner then."

He wanted to give Zhao Yuheng a formal title in front of so many people, which could be considered setting up a trap.

Make Zhao Yuheng acknowledge you in front of everyone, and then he'll never be able to escape again.

Zhao Yuheng looked at him, speechless for a moment, and finally could only reveal a set of neat white teeth and smile foolishly at everyone.

When did my youngest son become so bold?

His face flushed slightly when he was "exposed" in front of everyone in the courtyard.

Everyone scrutinized Zhao Yuheng from head to toe, as if he were their own prospective son-in-law.

With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a muscular physique, he has a handsome and rugged appearance.

Many people secretly regretted: Why isn't he their own son-in-law?

With that physique, plowing two fields would be no problem for him.

Jin Bao'er's gaze gently fell on her aunt standing to the side.

I didn't see any obvious shock in her eyes; instead, I was somewhat surprised myself.

This decision was made on a whim, and though it was impulsive, he didn't regret it at all.

If Auntie is willing to accept, they will come back to visit often in the future.

If they don't accept it, he'll give them more money, which is his way of showing his appreciation.

The other two couples in the village never announced their marriages in public like this; at most, they were a bit more high-profile when they got married in the city.

Jin Bao'er's actions can be described as exceptionally flamboyant.

All his confidence came from the tall, strong man beside him who remained silent but held his hand tightly.

Those who are favored are always fearless.

"Okay, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you everyone for coming and helping out today, you've all worked hard."

Jin Bao'er bowed slightly to everyone, and Zhao Yuheng immediately followed suit.

Then, he took the person's hand and went straight upstairs.

The two sat on Jin Bao'er's bed, and Zhao Yuheng asked softly, "Bao'er, you're just introducing your husband to the whole village like this?"

Are you scared?

"I'm worried you'll be put in a difficult position. If that happens, should I stand in front of you to protect you, or should I grab you and run away?"

Just now, Zhao Yuheng's heart was pounding.

If his aunt and the villagers don't accept it, no matter how good he is at fighting, he can't stop so many people.

After thinking it over, it was still safer to run away with Jinbao'er.

Jin Bao'er couldn't help but laugh at his serious expression.

"It's alright. There are already two couples in our village, everyone knows what's going on. At most, I'll be surprised, but no one will think it's anything abnormal..."

Zhao Yuheng was somewhat surprised after hearing this.

Jin Bao'er then slowly told him the story of the two couples in the village.

Their story has been the talk of the town for almost twenty years now.

Zhao Yuheng sighed upon hearing this, but also felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, someone paved the way for them in advance, making his and Jin Bao'er's path less difficult.

When he decided to be with Jin Bao'er, he was prepared to face all worldly pressures, and he even imagined the worst-case scenario where his parents strongly opposed it and threatened to commit suicide.

In retrospect, those worst-case scenarios seem unnecessary.

The world is getting better little by little.

The funeral arrangements should be kept simple, following the rule of "treating major events in a minor manner".

The next morning, everyone took the uncle's ashes to be buried deep in the mountains.

After a busy morning, my aunt said she would treat everyone to another meal.

Zhao Yuheng followed along the whole time, busying himself with buying groceries, borrowing tables and chairs, and moving things. Every move he made was just like that of a family member, natural and familiar.

But Jin Bao'er was a bit idle.

He would lend a hand to whatever his aunt was doing. His aunt would give him a disapproving look, but she wouldn't chase him away.

In the past, he would have been scolded harshly.

Ninety-nine percent of the world's troubles stem from money.

With money, the remaining little trouble is nothing.

Most of the guests had left, leaving only the people who helped clean up and return the tables and chairs.

The elders in charge of the accounts began to tally up the gifts received with Aunt. One of the two uncles counted the money while the other reported the amount, and Aunt and Liu Yu watched from the side.

Jin Bao'er glanced over unintentionally and noticed that her second uncle and aunt were also standing next to her, staring intently at the stack of money with complicated expressions.

"Alright, the total is 100,250."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone was stunned by the number.

Only the two uncles who handled the money throughout the process have gone from being surprised at the beginning to taking it for granted now.

After all, many well-dressed guests that day spent several thousand yuan at a time.

For ordinary neighbors and relatives, the gift is usually only 100 yuan, and for closer relatives it is only 500 or 600 yuan. It is rare to see a gift of several thousand yuan.

But because it's Jin Bao'er, all of this seems to become natural.

After regaining her composure, the aunt looked at Liu Yu and said, "If this money is registered in your name, you'll have to repay the favor later. I don't think you can repay it, so give it all to Jinbao."

Liu Yu nodded.

Although everyone gave gifts because of her family's funeral, what they really thought about was Jinbao'er.

Jin Bao'er was holding Zhao Yuheng's hand and eating sunflower seeds when she heard this and was slightly taken aback.

He originally thought that the money would be used for Liu Yu to buy a new car.

"Auntie, I have money, you can keep it for yourselves," Jin Bao'er said with a smile, spitting out the sunflower seed shells.

His aunt glanced at him and said indifferently, "We have money, you don't need to worry about us."

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the tall man beside her, who was holding her hand tightly.

Liu Yu had told her long ago that Zhao Yuheng used to be a rich second-generation, but now he still owes a lot of debt.

"Stop passing the buck! If you don't want the money, just give it to us!"

My second uncle suddenly spoke up urgently, "Your grandmother is still in bed, and your cousin has recently lost his job. Our family is desperately short of this 100,000 yuan!"