Lily Evans's House Belongs to the Evans Family

"Having kids already? That's not proper." Lily Evans blushed fiercely, turned away and spat lightly. "If you ever stop being simple-minded, who knows if you'd still want me. What if you just up and leave..."

"I won't leave, I won't..." Lucky hurriedly covered Lily's mouth. "I'll stay with my wife for life. Wherever you go, I'll go."

"Nonsense! You only say that because you don't remember anything. What if you regain your memory? What will happen to me and our child then..." Lily said, lowering her head.

"That won't happen." Lucky gently pulled Lily into his arms. "Don't be upset, wife. I'll listen to you. Whenever you say we should have kids, that's when we'll have them."

"Let's talk about it in a couple of years." Lily leaned into Lucky's embrace, breathing in his pleasant scent, lost in thought.

Lily Evans was only fourteen years old now—in modern times, she'd still be a middle schooler. She definitely didn't want to have kids at such a young age.

Giving birth was dangerous for women in ancient times. As the saying goes, 'for a child to be born, the mother risks death'—it was truly a walk at death's door. It's better to wait until she's older and stronger.

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Lily's house was finished in less than two months. All the furniture was newly made by carpenters, and they even dug a well in the backyard.

Well water was much cleaner than river water. From now on, they wouldn't have to trek across the whole village just to fetch water.

On moving day, the sound of firecrackers filled the air. Lily Evans's family held an open banquet all day, inviting everyone in the village, young and old.

"Wow, Lily, your house is huge—just like the ones big bosses live in in the city!" The Village Chief wandered through the new home, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"Yes, such a beautiful courtyard! There's a hall in the front, a garden in the back, and a well too. Tsk, it's the only well in our village!" Mrs. Barker said with a smile, carrying out a dish.

"Tea for you, Village Chief Grandpa!" Little Huahua Lee sweetly carried a teapot, pouring tea for everyone.

The Evans family's banquet was overflowing with chicken, duck, fish, and all kinds of delicious dishes—better than what villagers ate for New Year's. Everyone was all smiles, praising the house and Lily's generosity. Even the Parker family blended into the crowd, stuffing their mouths with meat, too busy eating to gossip.

Grandma Evans stood at the gate with the rest of the Evans family, her face dark as the bottom of a pot.

"That wretched girl! Where did she get the money to build such a fancy house?" Grandma Evans shrieked, her anger practically steaming from her head. Lily's new home was even bigger and grander than the one the flood washed away—fit for a city tycoon.

"That shameless brat and her brazen mother—how do they deserve such a nice house!" Helen Parker twisted her handkerchief, her envy so strong it could bleed.

May Parker fanned the flames nearby: "Grandma, you're the elder, yet you live in a thatched hut. Why should Lily and her mother get to live in a brick house? They ought to give this house to Grandpa and Grandma!"

Helen Parker added, "Exactly, Mom. Lily is still part of the Evans family, isn't she? Since when do the young ones live in comfort while the elders suffer?"

Mrs. Charlotte Evans whispered, "Mother, Lily's household is registered separately now. Technically, she's not part of the Evans family anymore..."

Grandma Evans overheard, her brows shooting up as she snapped at Mrs. Charlotte Evans: "What do you know! She bears the Evans name and Evans blood. Of course she's family! Lily's house is the Evans family's house, and as her grandmother, I have every right to live here! Come on, let's go inside and teach this unfilial brat a lesson!"

Arthur Evans shielded his wife, frowning at Grandma Evans's behavior. "Mother, Lily's married now. It's not right for us to live in her house."

Grandma Evans shrieked, "Useless fool! You couldn't fork out money when I asked you to build a house, and now your loyalties lie elsewhere! You care about that wretched girl, but not your own mother living in a straw hut!"

The more Grandma Evans thought about it, the more jealous she became. Leading her family in a noisy procession, she stormed into the courtyard and shouted at the villagers feasting inside, "Where's that shameless brat Lily? Tell her to get out here for me!"