Han Qiao was amused by Heng Congshan's excitement when he left and his respect for her.
After sending off the guests, Heng Yi told Han Qiao to go back to her room and lie down.
"Actually, many people don't even have a small confinement period!"
Heng Yi looked at Han Qiao and sat on the wooden bench beside the bed. "I don't care about others, but you are my wife. I can control you!"
Han Qiao was stunned for a moment before she laughed.
"What you said makes sense."
Only then did she discuss the marriage with him.
"I don't have many dowry items at home, and I don't have much valuable stuff. I don't have much furniture, either. I think there's only one room in the Heng family, and there's not much space for things. I'll just move a bed, a wardrobe, a chest, a long table, two stools, and a pail for my grandchildren. Oh, and I'll also need a wooden shelf. Otherwise, I won't be able to put a washbasin or a footbath."