Lan Zhi didn't actually dislike Gu Erlang.
It was just that the ideal husband she had once envisioned wasn't a farmer like Gu Erlang.
She wanted a gentle, refined young master. The two of them would live in perfect harmony, sharing romantic moments under the moon and among the flowers, deeply in love.
If the Marquis Mansion hadn't fallen, her dream very well could have come true.
But now, she was of the lowest status, and all those former dreams had vanished without a trace.
Lan Zhi stole a glance at Mrs. Chen, who didn't seem to be paying any attention to them.
Her heart grew anxious. 'I'm just a servant girl Gu Fei bought. Am I even worthy of Gu Erlang?'
'I know Little Fei wouldn't mind, but what about her parents? Would they not care?'
Lan Zhi's expression darkened. Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard Bao'er cry out, "Mama, I don't want a wife! A wife will steal my food!"
The crowd laughed even harder.
