Xiao Qi, Wait!

Chapter 12: Qian Xiaoqi, Don't Go Past the Walls

Song Liangzhuo softly shook his head and reached out to straighten Xiaoqi's tilted head before then turning around to speak to Chen Zigong with a smile. "May I ask what gongzi is here for?"

Xiaoqi saw the faint smile on Song Liangzhuo's face and her stomach flopped. Xiaoqi hurriedly covered her face with her hand while silently cursing the formidable might of a pretty boy's face.

Chen Zigong took in Song Liangzhuo's clear show of ownership and shook his head as the corner of his mouth hooked. Coughing lightly in order to attract Qian Xiaoqi's gaze which had been fixed on Song Liangzhuo's face, he spoke with a faint smile, "Then this Chen will leave now. Let's continue on another day, Xiaoqi."

Qian Xiaoqi saw him turn around to leave and hurriedly stepped forward to chase after him. However, Song Liangzhuo pulled her back with one yank. Xiaoqi became mad and said angrily, "He took my thing!"

Song Liangzhuo, upon hearing this, lightly lifted his eyebrow. He handed the coarse cloth bag in his hand to Xiaoqi and took two steps forward, calling out, "Chen gongzi, wait a moment!"

Chen Zigong turned around and Song Liangzhuo quickly walked over. Sweeping a glance over the clay red horse toy in Chen Zigong's hand, he asked, "Chen gongzi won't yield it?"

Chen Zigong shook his head with a smile. "Won't yield!"

"Haha. Then Chen gongzi should pay for it before leaving." Song Liangzhuo casually glanced again at the clay toy in his hand."My wife is stubborn and mischievous. However, she never casually gifts people things. It's best to keep things clear."

Chen Zigong faintly knitted his brow and he looked towards Xiao Qi who didn't give off the slightest impression of being married. He shook his head, silently lamenting that it was rather a pity, and he felt for a piece of silver before throwing it towards the vendor booth Uncle's chest.

Qian Xiaoqi strode over towards Chen Zigong with large steps when she saw him throw a piece of silver over. However, before she could get close, she was blocked by Song Liangzhuo's arm and stopped.

"He, he took my thing," Qian Xiaoqi complained unhappily.

"He paid money."

"But I was the one who fancied it first!" Qian Xiaoqi felt very wronged and turned to ask the uncle, "Uncle, wasn't I the one who fancied it first?"

The vendor booth Uncle said with a laugh, "It was magistrate's wife who took a fancy to it first."

Qian Xiaoqi nodded repeatedly and glared at Song Liangzhuo, fuming. With her cheeks puffed into bulges, she looked extremely adorable. Song Liangzhuo smiled as he said, "Xiaoqi, just pick a different one." Song Liangzhuo picked up an identical black horse and passed it over. "Isn't this one the same? Why must you have that one?"

Qian Xiaoqi widened her eyes as she looked towards Song Liangzhuo, her eyes filled with grievances and hurt. Then she turned abruptly towards the vendor booth Uncle and said fiercely, "Who is the magistrate's wife? I am Qian Xiaoqi, the third miss of the Qian family! To hell with the magistrate's wife!" After she finished speaking she flung the coarse cloth bag to Song Liangzhuo and ran off, enraged.

Wen Ruoshui saw Qian Xiaoqi run off and turned back to look at the clay figure with her appearance in the vendor booth Uncle's hand, feeling a bit reluctant to leave. She asked in a soft voice, "Zhuo gege, how about we wait for this Uncle to finish making this one before going together?"

Song Liangzhuo retracted his gaze from Qian Xiaoqi's back and gave a light nod. Lu Liu, who had been standing at the side waiting for Song Liangzhou chase after Xiaoqi, gave Wen Ruo Shui a glare before hurriedly chasing after Xiaoqi.