Seeing that Fubao still refused to let go of the envelope, Grandma Shen sighed reluctantly.

“Well… alright then. Thank you, Mrs. Huo.”

She decided to accept it for now and find a way to quietly return the money to the Huo family later.

“No, no, I should be the one thanking you!” Jiang Meilan shook her head. “If it weren’t for your daughter, my son might not even be alive today…” She trailed off, then smiled and changed the subject. “But let’s not talk about that. By the way, is your family planning to make Full Moon Wine? If so, I’d love to help! Or… how about hosting the celebration at a restaurant in town?”

A restaurant in town?

The Shen family exchanged uncertain looks. That sounded expensive.

Grandma Shen quickly shook her head. “Ah, yes, we will be making Full Moon Wine, but we can handle it ourselves. I wouldn’t feel right troubling you. But if you’re free, please come over and share a drink with us.”

It was a polite way of declining the idea of a banquet in town. Jiang Meilan knew they were honest, humble people who wouldn’t accept such generosity without reason. So, she simply smiled and said:

“Alright, then I’ll bring Jinxi when the time comes. Jinxi, you’ll come too, won’t you?”

“Yes!” Huo Jinxi’s rosy cheeks lit up as he nodded eagerly.

Of course, he wouldn’t miss a chance to see her.

Noticing how quickly he answered, Jiang Meilan chuckled and suddenly asked,

“Jinxi, do you like Fubao?”

“I do.” Huo Jinxi’s big dark eyes remained locked on Fubao, who was nestled in Lin Xiujuan’s arms, as if he couldn’t look away.

Jiang Meilan teased, “Then… how about making Fubao your wife?”

“Okay!” Huo Jinxi agreed instantly, without a second thought.

The Shen family: “…!”

Jiang Meilan burst out laughing. It was obvious now—her son really liked Fubao. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be staring at her like that, as if he wanted to scoop her up and take her home.

She crouched down slightly and smirked.

“Son, do you even know what I mean? Do you know what a wife is?”

“Of course!” Huo Jinxi answered seriously. “A wife is someone you can kiss, hug, sleep with, and have babies with—just like you and Dad!”

Silence.

For a small village in the 1980s, hearing something like that—especially from a three-year-old—was shocking.

The entire Shen family stared at Huo Jinxi in disbelief. Even Jiang Meilan was momentarily stunned.

Where had this kid learned that?! She had never taught him anything like that!

Huo Jinxi looked up at his mother, his expression pure and innocent. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he asked,

“Mom, can I take Fubao home? If she’s my wife, shouldn’t she live with me?”

The Shen family: “…!!!”

Absolutely not!

Sure, they wanted Fubao to marry into a good family one day and live a comfortable life. But just handing her over like this? No way!

Grandma Shen and Shen Jianlin looked so stunned that their hair practically stood on end. Their first instinct was to refuse outright, but… he was just a child. They couldn’t take his words seriously—it was just childish innocence.

Jiang Meilan, however, was grinning from ear to ear. Turning to Lin Xiujuan, who was also chuckling, she joked,

“Fubao’s mother, what do you say… should we go ahead and arrange the wedding?”