Liang Yuening looked up, listened intently with his ear tilted to the side for a moment, and then his face lit up with joy. He quickly ran toward the entrance of the village following the sound. Though he wasn’t sure if his guess was correct, it had been so long since he had returned to the village, and this was the first time he had heard the sound of horse hooves. His pride flared, yet he felt delightful inside. Third Brother’s little schemes—did he think he didn’t know about them? He just wanted to monopolize his wife, huh! He felt he had grown much smarter than before. He had stayed in the village these past days, actually, actually... missing her greatly. He wanted to go back and see his wife, but... each time before he acted on the thought, he held back. On one hand, it was because he wanted to fix up their house first; he could then surprise his wife. Moreover... he also wanted to see if his wife would miss him, to know if she would worry if he disappeared. Silly Liang Yuening thought he had grown a lot smarter, yet he didn’t understand one thing—that a stranger was just a stranger... This child, it must be said, was just too foolish. He sprinted all the way and finally saw it! That flamboyantly red robe—wasn’t it his Third Brother? His wife and Third Brother were together, both riding on a horse. Liang Yuening quickly halted in his tracks. He hurriedly straightened his clothes, only to find that they were incredibly dirty from work. In fact, he was wearing not cotton or silk, but coarse linen. He felt annoyed, scratched his head, took a deep breath, and looked forward expressionlessly, attempting to appear calm (was he though?). Liang Shujun clutched the reins, making the horse stop. He swooped his wife up sideways, and together they jumped down from the horse. After his wife was safely on the ground, he steadied her, then looked toward Yuening with a half-smile. "Do you not plan to return?" Yuening stretched his neck and retorted, "Return to where? This is our home, our home is right here!" Alright, he lost. He, the usually sharp-tongued, actually met his match in what seemed to be the most obtuse and dim-witted of the five younger brothers. The Little Goblin suddenly embraced his wife, his voice trembling, sounding incredibly aggrieved. Dong Huiying almost laughed, "Pat pat~~" She patted Shujun’s head gently. Shujun cheered up, smugly glanced at the fifth brother. Now, it was Liang Yuening who felt unhappy. However, as the saying goes, fortunes change. Before Shujun could gloat for long, he saw the little wife walking toward the fifth brother. "What’s this?" She took his hand, examining it closely. It seemed much rougher than before. What had this foolish boy been doing? His body was so dirty with dust, mud, and white stuff resembling paint, almost as if he had just tumbled in a muddy pit. Yuening pouted, "I was building a house!" His tone was somewhat cross, even a bit defiant, but he quickly realized his mistake. Holding his little wife’s hand, he pitifully shook it, "I didn’t mean to?" Dong Huiying chuckled, mimicking his tone, "I’m not angry, okay?" "You took so long, how come?" That was a bit hard to explain.