The ox-cart made its way to the town, and everyone was casually chatting along the way, but Little Qingmei, the cheap husband’s companion, was rather quiet.
Finally, they arrived, and everyone got off. Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming headed straight for the Cloth Shop in town. However, Xiaoxiao noticed that Little Qingmei had followed them.
Persistent and commendable spirit!
"Sister-in-law, where are you going?"
Little Qingmei actually walked up and hooked Xiaoxiao’s arm, as if they were close.
Girl, is it really okay to be so forward? I know all your little tricks.
Luckily for me, my marriage with the cheap husband is fake, otherwise it would have been really awkward.
"We are going to the Cloth Shop."
"That’s great, I’m going there too."
The two of them ended up chatting back and forth. Chatting? Who can’t do that? You talk human in front of humans and ghost in front of ghosts, Xiaoxiao can deal with such a little girl.
Yang Ming, following behind, couldn’t get a word in. Why did it seem like the two upfront were as close as real sisters? Something wasn’t right.
The trio arrived at the Jinxiu Cloth Store, the biggest cloth shop in town.
As Xiao’er saw Xiaoxiao was planning to have twenty garments made, such a big customer, he hurriedly fetched the Shopkeeper, who turned out to be a woman.
"Miss, how do you plan to make these garments?"
The Shopkeeper asked as soon as she appeared.
Upon hearing the other party call his wife "Miss," Yang Ming felt uncomfortable, and blurted out this statement.
Xiaoxiao was speechless. What difference does a title make? It’s just a title, after all.
However, Hehua flashed a look of jealousy when she saw Yang Ming’s reaction. Why was Brother Ming so indifferent toward her?
"I am Zhong Xiaoxiao, just call me Xiaoxiao."
She didn’t want to be called "young lady"; it felt weird. She preferred her own name as it sounded more pleasing.
"Okay, Xiaoxiao, my name is Wang Xiangxiang, I look older than you, so you can call me Sister Wang."
Xiaoxiao saw Wang Xiangxiang—pretty and seemingly around twenty-one or two years old. It seemed not only men could stand out here; women could too stand on their own.
Since Xiaoxiao couldn’t draw, she talked with the tailor for a long time before finalizing the styles she had in mind. They agreed to rush the order, so the garments would be delivered in three days.
Since they kept discussing clothing, Xiaoxiao and Wang Xiangxiang hit it off really well—Xiaoxiao felt this was true common interest, completely different from her chat with Hehua earlier.
Xiaoxiao thought maybe she could return to her original trade, selling bras and knickers. Cooking and farming were indeed too challenging for her. But would the conservative folks around here accept it? Xiaoxiao was quite skeptical!
After finishing their talk, Xiaoxiao finally remembered Yang Ming and Hehua, waiting on the side. Looking at them, they seemed to have no interaction. What a waste of an opportunity; were they foolish?
"Hehua, didn’t you say you were bringing embroidered goods? Are you done?"
Hehua had completely forgotten about it, too busy thinking about how to start a conversation with Brother Ming. However, Brother Ming wasn’t paying her any attention, instead continually watching Zhong Xiaoxiao.
Only then did Hehua present the embroidery to Wang Xiangxiang.
"Miss, your embroidery isn’t finished yet. How can we accept it?"
As a Shopkeeper who had seen many people, Wang Xiangxiang could tell what was going on between the three at a glance.
"Oh, oh, my apologies. I brought the wrong one!"
Hehua apologized, her face full of regret. She was so focused on finding a chance to see Brother Ming that she completely forgot the embroidery wasn’t finished.
Xiaoxiao saw and thought that Hehua really went to great lengths to see the cheap husband. Just how deep were this girl’s feelings!