Chapter 8 — The Crown Prince returned to his hometown to carry the dung

Like a child who just did something wrong.

“Van Van, you chased them all away.”

“From now on, I only have you.”

“Can you… not send me away?”

Looking at his appearance, I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're the homeowner, why are you pretending to be pitiful?"

I walked over and stuffed the bamboo basket into his hand.

“The corn fields have not yet been harvested.”

“Go break the rest of the corn.”

Bui Hac Chi was stunned, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay! I'll go now!"

He took the broom, happily like a two-hundred-pound idiot, turned around and ran out.

12

Since that day, transparent comments never appeared again. I know the plot line of the original work has completely collapsed. This world has become a real world. Bui Hac Chi did not return to the Imperial City. He entrusted all of the group's affairs to professional directors to manage. As for me, I can rest assured to stay in my house and become a qualified farmer. Half a month later, he learned all the farm work. He even spent money to repair the road in the village and helped people establish an agricultural cooperative. Now, every time they see him, people in the village no longer call him master but call him out in a friendly voice:

“Tieu Bui.”

The day the autumn harvest ends, the sun gradually sets. Bui Hac Chi and I sat in the yard full of golden corn ears. He took out a ring and knelt down on one knee in front of me. There are no expensive commissions, nor fancy restaurants. Only the fragrance of corn filled the yard.

“Van Van, I don't have a good past, but I guarantee to give you the best future.”

“Do you agree to marry me?”

He looked at me nervously, his palms sweaty. I looked at the man who was willing to let go of all his arrogance for me. Smiling and holding out his hand.

“I admire you for breaking corn so quickly.”

“I agree.”

13

Three months later, Bui Hac Chi held my hand and took me back to the capital for a trip. Not to compete with anyone, but to prepare for our wedding. Mr. Bui had a stroke, paralyzed half his body, and is currently living in a nursing home. After the Bach family went bankrupt, Bach Nhuoc Nhuoc's entire family moved out of the capital and never appeared again. Without those messy obstacles, everything goes smoothly. On the day of the wedding, Bui Hac Chi wore a tailored black suit and stood on a brightly lit stage. Looking at me walking towards him, his eye sockets turned red again.

“Wife.”

He hugged me tightly, his voice choked.

“Thank you for not pushing me away.”

I patted his back gently, smiling close to his ear.

“Okay, stop crying.”

“After our honeymoon, we still have to go back to the village to harvest peanuts.”

Bui Hac Chi burst into tears. He bowed his head and kissed me.

“Okay, everyone listen to me.”

END