"Husband, flowers." At this moment, Dong Ruoqiu ran over with a handful of wildflowers in hand, "Beautiful... come pick flowers with me..."
Yang Baiyue was irritated and pushed Dong Ruoqiu away with disgust. Watching Dong Ruoqiu fall backwards, a thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and he hurriedly reached out to pull her back.
Dong Ruoqiu had originally cried out in surprise, attracting the attention of nearby servants, all dispatched by Dong Wenming to keep an eye on Yang Baiyue. However, what they saw was Yang Baiyue holding Dong Ruoqiu, so they were reassured.
After all, it had been three months, and the son-in-law had always been very kind to the young mistress.
Dong Ruoqiu thought her husband was playing with her, so her cry of surprise turned into laughter, clamoring for Yang Baiyue to join her in picking flowers, then she put them all on her head.
