"Hurry up and wash your feet. Tomorrow morning we have to welcome the New Year, worship our ancestors, and pay New Year greetings!"

Zhao Qinghe brought a basin of hot water and moved a stool behind.

"I will do it myself!"

Wang Yuan quickly took off his boots and washed his feet himself, not daring to ask his cousin for help.

Zhao Qinghe walked aside with a sad look in his eyes. Only a wife can wash her husband's feet. She went too far!

It was late at night, and the two of them went back to their rooms!

Lying on the big bed, smelling the lingering fragrance of the quilt, Wang Yuan took out the letter again.

With Shihan's temperament, even if she wanted to break up with him, she would not write such a letter.

Even if it was for her father, she would feel extremely guilty if she really wrote a letter!

There is no hidden threat at the end of the letter.

But this is Shihan's handwriting.

There was a problem here, which made him want to go to Zhoucheng to find out everything.

…

Zhoucheng, the Li family’s residence!

After having New Year's Eve dinner and giving New Year's money to her nephew, Li Shihan stood in the courtyard, watching the fireworks in the city, but her mind flew hundreds of miles away: "I don't know how my husband is doing now!"

Suddenly, the eldest young lady of the Li family came over, her charming eyes flickering: "Shihan, what are you thinking about!"

"nothing!"

Li Shihan quickly changed the topic: "Sister-in-law, didn't you and your eldest brother take Xiaobao to see the lanterns?"

"Originally I wanted to watch it, but after seeing you like this, how could my sister-in-law still be in the mood?"

The eldest young lady of the Li family took out a letter: "This is a letter that the young marshal had someone bring to you when he passed through Zhoucheng not long ago."

"What, then why did you just hand it to me now? What did you write?"

Li Shihan grabbed the letter, hurriedly ran into the room, and read it under the light!

The eldest young lady of the Li family also followed in, with a sly smile on her lips.

"It's my husband's handwriting!"

After scanning the font, Li Shihan looked happy. After a closer look, her pretty face turned pale. She fell to the ground with a plop and murmured as if she was stupid: "It's impossible, it's impossible. My husband won't do this to me. He won't let me go."
Chapter completed!