After returning from the gathering that night, Zhou Moyu was bouncing around for several days, her heart and eyes filled with that boy. She had no more time to bother Deng Cunshan.

"Sister, do you know anything about Zhao Yang's background?"

I shook my head, "I'm not sure, I don't know him."

I looked at her sideways and asked, "What's wrong? Are you two getting together?"

She blushed and lowered her head, "Almost there."

"That's great," I said, "Does he know about your situation?"

She gave a vague answer, "More or less."

Before we could chat for long, she started enthusiastically boasting about Zhao Yang.

"I took a liking to that boy at first sight. Who knew after getting to know him, I found out his family background is very good. He's also the only son in the family and he's easy to get along with. He listens to everything I say, really..."

She glanced at me and said, "He's even better than Xu Mo and Deng Cunshan."

I smiled lightly and said, "Is that so? Only someone like that can be worthy of you."

Zhou Moyu proudly lifted her chin and said, "He likes me, and I'm still considering."

"Then you have to hurry up. Excellent boys are scarce in the market now. If you hesitate too long, someone might snatch him away."

"Dare he!"

She said loudly.

I smiled faintly and left her with some room for thought.

That night, Zhou Moyu said she was going to a friend's house to play and wouldn't come back to sleep.

We were happy to have a quiet home.

After that night, she disappeared for almost a month.

When I saw her again, she was packing her bags, carrying a large suitcase stuffed with things, pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Auntie, give me some of that recently bought American ginseng. I want to replenish myself."

"These oranges you bought are really tasty and sweet. I'll take two."

"Oh, I really like this massager. Give it to me."

"I also want the foot bath tub, but it's too big and inconvenient for me to carry. What a pity."

"Oh, there are two pairs of new socks here. I happen to need them. Give them to me."

She was behaving like she was shopping at a supermarket, running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, holding a bunch of things happily, and packing them in her room.

I leaned against the doorway and watched her.

"Zhou Moyu, where are you moving to? Are you not only emptying your own things but also clearing out my house?"

She didn't look up and kept talking.

"Sister, why are you saying that? I'm just sentimental, so I want to bring these things to my new home." She sounded proud, "Zhao Yang has a small house under his name, and it happens to be vacant. I'm going to move in with him. I want to have my own house."

"How come Zhao Yang's house is yours?"

"Zhao Yang himself is mine, isn't his house mine too?"

I smirked, "Congratulations, you're about to become a young mistress."

"It's better than you marrying a laborer. At least he's the son of a wealthy family."

I casually curled my lips, but inside, I was happy. I could finally get rid of this troublesome Buddha statue.

When I accompanied Zhou Moyu to the door, my mom politely said, "You can come back often, even if there are people working at Zhao Yang's house, they probably won't need you."

She said indifferently, "We'll see. Zhao Yang's family has servants, so I probably won't be needed."

My mom was taken aback, not expecting her to say something so lacking in social skills.

I smiled and opened the door.

"Okay then, I hope you'll be happy and always have someone to eat my mom's food that you can't afford."

She glanced at me askance.

"I definitely will, sister."