Zhang Zhuzi hurried over with a smiling face and said, "Third Madam, how could I dare! Having you as my virtuous wife is more than enough; I don't want anyone else! If you weren't clever and sweet-tongued, how could I have connected with my second uncle? It's all thanks to you, Third Madam!"
Zhang Zhuzi said as he changed clothes, "Yes, yes, I'll listen to everything Third Madam says."
Zhang Zhuzi hurried to change clothes while Third Madam urged, "Quick, change your clothes. Let me see where it doesn’t fit and I’ll alter it for you. Once the official appointment document arrives tomorrow, you'll officially be the village chief. From then on, when you go out, dress decently to command respect."
After changing into the clothes, Zhang Zhuzi twisted and turned in front of Third Madam, "Third Madam, how do I look in this outfit? Does it look good?"
Third Madam touched her chin and said, "Not bad, you actually look like a proper person!"
"Do I look like the village chief!?" Zhang Zhuzi said proudly.
"Not just like the village chief, you are the village chief, starting tomorrow!" Third Madam hummed a few times, looked in the mirror, and said, "Zhuzi, your face is the kind that brings luck to your husband. Ever since I came, you’ve been getting official positions. Unlike your first wife, who always looked miserable. You’ve been poor and unlucky all these years, probably because that Tang lady was bad luck for you."
At this moment, Zhang Zhuzi was so enchanted by Third Madam that he agreed with everything she said, completely forgetting that the money he was getting rich with actually came from the Tang lady.
"Yes, yes, it's all the good fortune you bring me, Third Madam!" Zhang Zhuzi thought about how he was about to become the village chief and was extremely happy. He hugged Third Madam and kissed her a few times, then eagerly wanted to blow out the lamp.
Third Madam pretended to struggle a bit but let Zhang Zhuzi have his way, saying, "Zhuzi, I don’t like the son your first wife had. Think of a way to get him out of the house; just looking at him annoys me."
Zhang Zhuzi mumbled, "Third Madam, you say Zhao Cai is not home, but if he's not around, who will do the chores at home?"
Third Madam thought it over. There were so many chores inside and outside the house. Zhang Zhuzi was a lazybones who wouldn’t do any work, and she herself was pampered and definitely wouldn’t do any either. So she said, "Fine, fine, since that little brat can actually work, just let him stay."
Zhang Zhuzi grunted a few times, then pounced on her...
At this moment, at Wu Caiwei’s house, Zhang Mu was also trying on clothes.
Wu Caiwei's eyes were squinted into a slit from smiling, watching Zhang Mu stand in front of her in his new clothes.
Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Wife, what are you thinking about? Why are you smiling like that?"
Wu Caiwei reached out and linked her arm with Zhang Mu's, "I just think my husband looks so handsome, it makes me happy. Tsk, with this outfit and look, I wonder how many admirers you'll attract when you go out."
Zhang Mu laughed heartily and pulled Wu Caiwei into his arms, "I think you’re just too idle and prone to wild thoughts. I need to find something for you to do."
"What kind of thing?" Wu Caiwei leaned against Zhang Mu's chest and asked with a smile.
"Have another sibling for little Chou Chou," Zhang Mu said seriously, then scooped Wu Caiwei up horizontally in his arms.
Wu Caiwei pounded his chest, blushing, "You’re already a father and still so unserious, it’s embarrassing."
Zhang Mu pressed Wu Caiwei down onto the bed, grinning slyly, "If I were serious with you, how would you become a mother and I become a father?"
"You! Annoying!" Wu Caiwei blushed deeply as Zhang Mu pulled her into the covers, this way, that way... and then this way, and that way...