Too high to reach

Chapter 15 I'm impressed by her.
"Father!" A loud shout came from outside, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Mo Qing had arrived.

Of the three sisters, she was the least attractive. Although she was only twelve years old and hadn't fully matured yet, she looked much older than her age.

She had thin eyebrows and small, puffy eyes, just like her deceased grandmother.

However, her personality is like that of her maternal grandmother.

They are talkative but can't grasp the main point, their expressions are changeable, their eyes and mind are very active, and they seem a bit clueless.

She slammed her head against the door and cried out, "Ouch!"

As soon as she came in and saw her father, her eyes lit up: "Dad! Did you bring back what your daughter asked for?"

Shouting and yelling before even entering the door, and even slamming the door, asking for things without even greeting them—how unruly is that?

But Wang didn't say anything about her.

The stark difference in his attitude towards the two girls made Mo Ruhai even more unhappy!
But as soon as he entered, he didn't want to cause any more trouble. He smiled and nodded, "I brought it back!"

"Really? Is it the kind my daughter was talking about? Where is it?" Mo Qing jumped up high.

Wang also asked her husband, "What did you bring back?"

"They're unloading the truck up ahead, it'll be brought in soon." Just as Mo Ruhai finished speaking, someone at the door said, "Second Master, Second Madam, the boxes are ready to be brought inside."

As soon as Wang raised her chin, Qiu Xiang quickly went to the door and lifted the curtain.

Several boxes were carried in. "Master, the things for the eldest master have been delivered."

Wang frowned. "Sent it over directly?" she asked her husband.

Mo Ruhai nodded: "Yes. It's something my elder brother asked me to bring."

Wang was displeased. "You won't even let me take a peek? What, are you afraid I'll keep it?"

"Please pay the bill." When she's unhappy, she doesn't care about anything else.

Mo Yi's heart sank. Sometimes, she really had to give up on her mother... She was shrewd and worldly-wise. But one thing was certain: whatever her father hated, she wanted!
I heard that when the marriage was arranged, she was also captivated by her father's handsome and scholarly demeanor and happily married him.

But after they got married, the two of them couldn't get along at all.

My mother enjoys lively gatherings and dressing up. She loves to gossip and discuss right and wrong. My father, on the other hand, prefers reading and quiet, and hates talking about others.
The mother was ambitious and hoped that the father would be promoted and become wealthy. The father, on the other hand, was honest, sensitive, naive, and fond of romance and poetry.

My mother always wanted to get to the bottom of things and make everything clear, even if it meant arguing until she was red in the face. My father, on the other hand, preferred to stop short of making things clear and to save face for both of them.
These differences led to constant conflicts between the two. The mother grew anxious and tried to change the father by constantly arguing, pressuring, and pressuring him, but this only drove them further apart.

Instead of being flexible, she became even more unreasonable!
"You look down on me now that you've made it big?!" This was something my mother often said.

Actually, to be fair, the mother's frustration wasn't entirely unfounded.

After so many years of marriage, all my father gave my mother was this courtyard to live in, a small amount of property, and enough to provide for our basic needs. It also provided an educational environment for our children.

However, boys should attend good schools, make friends, and broaden their horizons.

The girls need to dress up and learn skills.

There are also dowries and betrothal gifts for sons and daughters when they get married.

Welcoming and seeing off guests, social obligations...

A large portion of these expenses would have to be covered by the mother's dowry!
Most importantly, my father hadn't been able to make a name for himself for many years, and when he finally got an opportunity, he missed it because of an injury.

Therefore, the mother's respect and expectations for the father disappeared early on.

He was very strict with his father, and although he was always dressed cleanly, his pockets were even cleaner!

Every time he went out with his superior, he was given some silver to take with him, but upon returning, he had to hand it over. The purchased items had to be verified, and any remaining silver had to be returned immediately.

Knowing her father would be embarrassed, Mo Yi felt so sorry for him that she didn't dare to look at him.

Mo Ruhai remained silent, taking out his bag. He pulled out several sheets of paper, presumably for recording accounts. He placed them all on the table, picked up his teacup, his hand trembling slightly… It was normal to return to hand over accounts, but he had barely walked in, not even settled in yet! Even if it were a servant sent out to make purchases, this would be the most they could manage, right?

You don't respect your husband, yet you complain that he's not close to you?
With a sigh, Mo Yi walked to her father's side and took the teacup from his hand. "Father, if you don't have any food in your stomach, don't drink too much tea!"

Mo Wen also felt that her mother was going a bit too far. "Mother, Father just came in, please don't be in such a hurry!"

But Wang didn't care about any of that. She grabbed the bundle and counted out the remaining silver and banknotes one by one...

Mo Ruhai travels with his superiors without spending any money. However, occasionally, he might need to pay for things out of his own pocket. He also needs to bring money when buying local specialties.

When they go out to handle matters, their subordinates always give them some gifts.

Mo Ruhai was in charge of the actual work, so he certainly wouldn't receive as much as his superiors, but he would still receive some.

Madam Wang kept a close eye on this matter, and the personal attendant who followed Mo Ruhai was her dowry maid.

Upon returning, not only will we have to collect the debts, but we'll also have to summon that servant and question him.

Seeing her focused expression as she counted the silver, Mo Ruhai's face darkened.

Mo Yi felt a surge of excitement. Although the family was living a comfortable life, her mother had indeed spent a lot of money.

But... it depends on how you look at it...

If your father had been well-off and had a bright future, you wouldn't have had the chance to marry into this family!
Besides, we also need to look to the next generation!

Take my eldest brother for example. At that age, he was already a scholar and was about to take the imperial examinations, which was quite remarkable. Could this be separated from his father's early education and guidance?

No matter how capable my aunt was, her son still failed to pass the imperial examination!

After many years of marriage and a large family, why make things so ugly?

If your father, through a series of fortunate events, truly achieves a bright future... how will he treat you afterward?

I was so angry my chest ached. It seems that no one else has money as good as me!
No need to be constantly grateful or worry about what others think; be assertive!
He secretly made up his mind: He must work hard! Earn money diligently! He must make his father stand tall and never have to suffer the humiliation of the Wang family again!

As she was thinking this, the box was already opened, and Mo Qing rushed over to rummage through it.

Soon, she found what she wanted, cheered, and excitedly showed it to Wang Shi: "Mother! Mother! Look! It's so beautiful! This is even better than Sister Shumin's! Oh my god, Father, you have such good taste, you really know how to buy things!"

Mo Ruhai's expression softened after being praised.

Wang stood up and looked at the things her husband had brought back.

"That wicker trunk contains things for your family."

When Wang opened the package, she saw that Mo Ruhai's purchases were mostly paper, ink, and tea sets, and it was clear that they were all of very high quality.

But she casually retorted, "Oh dear, why did you bring all this? The Wang family has plenty! They have it in the capital too... and it might even be cheaper..."

Mo Yi felt helpless once again: her husband was thinking about her family, and she might not be unhappy about it. But the moment he opened his mouth, he started complaining and expressing his dissatisfaction.

Mo Ruhai was thoroughly annoyed and said sarcastically, "Yes! What could the Wang family possibly lack?! Just this once, I'm not bringing anything again. If you feel these aren't presentable, then there's no need to send them!"

Wang didn't like hearing that. "What are you saying? It's just a token of my appreciation."

"My wife keeps changing her mind, saying she doesn't need anything and then saying it's just a token of her affection. She's really confusing me."

Mo Ruhai's face and words were cold; he was completely out of control.

The atmosphere became very tense... and the girls didn't dare to speak.

Wang slammed the things she was holding onto the table and turned to the girls, saying, "You girls go back to your rooms first. I have something to say to your father!"

The three girls didn't dare to say anything more, and left with their heads down...

(End of this chapter)