"Can't the old lady also be simply called 'wife'?" An Ziqi gave him a disapproving glance.
Shangguan Hao winked slyly, "Of course not, how could that be the same?"
An Ziqi grabbed a plum from the table and threw it in his face, "Get lost."
The next day, An Ziqi got up early, which was a rarity.
The little girl who came to look for her yesterday was called Wuga, the younger daughter of the next-door landlord. She had a round face and round eyes and was very cute.
She liked her at first sight, and Wuga also liked being close to her, so she decided to rent their house.
Today was the wedding of the landlord's eldest daughter to a son from another household. Wuga said she was pretty and insisted that she be her sister's bridesmaid.
An Ziqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry; she was already pregnant, how could she be a bridesmaid?
The little girl thought she was unwilling and started crying.