Even though Mrs. Tian had given up hope for Wang Youliang, that didn't mean she was willing to see him entangled with someone else! In her view, she was living miserably now; by what right should others, especially Wang Youliang, be living so contentedly?

So, when Mrs. Tian overheard the Old Master telling Wang Youliang he could inquire about that widow, her anger knew no bounds. Did no one care about the suffering she endured? Was she the only outsider in the entire household? It was clearly Wang Youliang who had done wrong, yet not only did the family fail to blame him, they now acted completely in his favor, allowing him to pursue that widow. If that was the case, why had they pretended to talk with the widow previously, only to drive her away from Qingshan Town?

The more Mrs. Tian thought about it, the more indignant she became, feeling as if the entire family was conspiring against her. This frustration, stemming from every wish being thwarted, made her want to destroy everything! Why should he enjoy such smooth sailing after treating her this way? If he managed to bring that widow back, then what? Would she then have to make room for the widow?

At this point, Mrs. Tian's thoughts grew increasingly extreme; she felt everyone was against her. Thus, she resolved that since she was living so unhappily, no one else should expect to fare any better.

In stark contrast to Mrs. Tian's fury, Mrs. Zhang had been in high spirits these past few days. The Zhao family had finally set the wedding date. They had consulted a master at a temple who determined that the tenth month held an auspicious day suitable for marriage. Consequently, they sent the matchmaker to discuss the matter with Wang Youtian and Mrs. Zhang. Only after both of them expressed no objection was the date finalized.

Once the wedding date was settled, there was no longer any need to rush with Wang Caixia’s dowry. Since they had initially expected the wedding to be sooner, embroidery work had been rushed. Now that they knew the date was still far off, they could relax and ensure the needlework was even more exquisite.

Mrs. Zhang was quite pleased with this date, mainly because it was later, meaning her daughter could stay home a little longer! Moreover, with the pressure off, she could teach her daughter more things.

The Old Master and Old Madam were also delighted when they learned Wang Caixia’s wedding date was set. This was, after all, their first granddaughter to be married! Considering the Zhao family's standing and Zhao Jing's current prospects, the Old Master instructed the Old Madam to ensure Wang Caixia’s dowry contributions were generous.

The Old Madam usually held a tight grip on the finances, often intending to allocate more funds to the First Branch. However, seeing that the First Branch was visibly prospering now, the Old Madam no longer argued with the Old Master’s wishes. Besides, this was, after all, their eldest granddaughter; failing to provide a respectable dowry contribution now might invite gossip.

Upon hearing the news, Mrs. He was also genuinely happy for Mrs. Zhang, already contemplating what gifts to include in her contribution. Mrs. He and Wang Qingshan were living quite well these days, enabling them to prepare a respectable dowry contribution. Furthermore, given her close relationship with Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. He certainly would not be stingy.

Meanwhile, when Mrs. Yang heard the news, while she congratulated Mrs. Zhang, she couldn't help but frequently gaze at Caiyun, making Caiyun confused. "Mother, why do you keep staring at me? Did I smear my face?"

"No, Caiyun’s face is clean! I was just thinking that your older sister Caixia is getting married soon, and you, Caiyun, will also have to marry someday. I just wonder which family will take you as a bride!" Mrs. Yang said with a touch of melancholy.

Although Caiyun was still young, she felt a flicker of shyness upon hearing about marriage. Thus, Caiyun replied bashfully, "Mother, Caiyun is still young; marrying is a long way off!"

Seeing Caiyun become bashful, Mrs. Yang changed the subject. "Are you getting used to living in town, Caiyun?"

Caiyun was relieved that the topic of marriage had passed and shed her reserved demeanor. "The house in town is beautiful, and there are many rooms, but it’s just inconvenient. In the village, if I wanted to play with Hongying and the others, I could just go over. But that's not possible now; there are too many people in town, so I can’t just go look for Hongying. And I can’t see our pigs and chickens anymore."

Mrs. Yang nodded in agreement; she felt much the same way. Although the town house was lovely, it wasn't as convenient as village life. Hearing Caiyun express the same sentiment inspired Mrs. Yang with the idea of moving back to the village. After all, when they moved to town, they had only said they would stay for a period. Since that period had been quite long, returning now seemed feasible.

So, that day, Mrs. Yang brought up her desire to return to the village to Wang Fuh. Wang Fuh was indifferent; he felt living anywhere was fine. In fact, living in the village might be more convenient for him, offering quicker access to the fields.

After discussing it, the couple ultimately decided to move back. If Wang Fuh and Mrs. Yang moved back, Luo Qing naturally had to go too, especially since she was pregnant and the family worried about leaving her alone.

For Luo Qing, town life was more comfortable than the village, particularly her daily walks in the garden or by the lake, which felt much more pleasant than in the village. However, since her in-laws were returning, she had to go as well. If she weren't expecting, she might have considered staying alone, but now, being pregnant, she dared not remain by herself, fearing an unforeseen incident might harm the child.

With Wang Fuh and Mrs. Yang returning to the village, Wang Qinghua could have stayed in town during the day. But Wang Qinghua was concerned about Luo Qing’s pregnancy and felt uneasy unless he could watch her daily, so he decided to move back too. As for Wang Qingyi, since Wang Fuh’s entire family was decided on returning, they certainly wouldn't dare leave him alone in town, so Wang Qingyi came back with them.

The return of Wang Fuh’s family to the village caught everyone by surprise. The villagers had assumed that once Wang Fuh’s family moved to town, they wouldn't come back. They hadn't expected them to return after only a short stay in town. Some speculated that perhaps Wang Fuh’s family had sold their town house and thus were forced to return, because, in their eyes, who would choose to live in the village over a nice house in town?

Regardless of the villagers' opinions, Wang Fuh’s family paid them no mind. After moving back the items they had taken to town, Wang Fuh’s family went to the Old Residence to visit the Old Master and Old Madam.

The Old Master was also puzzled by the Second Branch family moving back. "Second Son, why has your whole family moved back? Was living in town not good?"

"It wasn't that town was bad, but it was quite inconvenient for errands. Here in the village, going out is much easier," Wang Fuh replied.

The Old Madam interjected, "Oh, you people are something else. If living in town was so inconvenient, why bother spending so much money buying a house there? Isn't that just wasting money? Now look, you moved the whole family there and couldn't stand it for long before coming back."

Hearing the Old Madam’s words, Wang Fuh knew she was displeased about his family buying a house in town and then moving there. So he could only say, "Buying that house was originally to make things more convenient for Qinghua and Qingchen in town later; we never planned for the whole family to move there permanently. This move was only intended to be for a short period before returning. We are farming folk; we are more accustomed to village life."

The Old Madam snorted and fell silent. She had felt somewhat disgruntled about the Second Son’s family moving to town in the first place. After all, as a mother, she had never lived in a large house in town herself, yet her son and daughter-in-law had experienced it. Not only that, but they hadn't even thought to invite her, their mother, to come stay and enjoy a bit of comfort—how could she not feel gloomy? Now, with the Second Son’s explanation, she couldn’t express any more dissatisfaction, since his family hadn’t intended to live in town permanently anyway.

The Old Master didn’t share the Old Madam’s sentiments. After listening to Wang Fuh, he sighed, "Indeed, that's true. For farming folk, it’s understandable not to be used to town life."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Zhang was overjoyed to see Wang Qingyi return. She inspected her son from every angle and found that he had actually gained weight. This made Mrs. Zhang even more grateful to Mrs. Yang. Look how well her son had been looked after by them! Thus, Mrs. Zhang took her son over to Mrs. Yang’s side to offer her thanks.

Mrs. Yang felt unworthy of Mrs. Zhang’s effusive gratitude. Truthfully, she hadn't given Wang Qingyi any special treatment; whatever Qinghua and Qingchen ate, Qingyi ate the same. As for why Wang Qingyi had gained weight, Mrs. Yang suspected it was because he didn't have to rush between school and home every day.

Mrs. Zhang didn't overthink the reasons; she felt that since her son had been well-cared for, she needed to express her thanks regardless of the cause.

Mrs. Zhang’s heartfelt thanks left Mrs. Yang somewhat overwhelmed, so she swiftly changed the subject to other matters.

"After we moved back, we paid a visit to the Old Residence and saw your Eldest Uncle looking very unwell and much thinner. We didn't dare ask at the time. Do you know why?" Mrs. Yang inquired.

Mrs. Zhang was equally unaware. "You’re asking about that? We don't know the details either. We only know that your Eldest Uncle seemed to have taken a long trip recently and fell ill on the road. He’s been recuperating at home since then, but he still hasn't regained his former health."

Mrs. Yang grew more puzzled upon hearing this. However, this matter didn't seem to concern them much, perhaps involving some private affair, so Mrs. Yang dropped the inquiry.