Quick Wear: Female Supporting Role

The account books of the two stores were delivered that day. There were several thick stacks, which really shocked Ling Ruoli.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she pretended to be calm as she walked forward to pick up an account book and read it carefully. The rice shop was doing good business. Ling Ruoli only had those numbers in her eyes, and she was so happy in her heart, "This is going to be rich, then I am not a rich woman now"

Ling Ruoli put down the account book and asked everyone else to leave. After all the servants had gone out and he was left alone, Ling Ruoli was about to take off.

"It feels so good." She lowered her head and flipped through the account book again, but the further she read, the more solemn Ling Ruoli's expression became and her brows furrowed.

How could it be that it lost so much money in just a few months? Ling Ruoli suspected that she had read it wrong and checked it carefully again. She frowned, puzzled.

Could it be that someone is so greedy that he doesn't even bother to cook the books?

Early the next morning, Ling Ruoli went to the store. She stared at a pile of receipts in front of her, all of which had her father's seal on them. She learned from the store owner that Ling Rui had sent people outside the city to distribute porridge many times, and this experience was proven to be true, so the store was about to go bankrupt.

No wonder Ling Rui was so generous, it turned out that he was broken. Ling Ruoli frowned and put down the stack of papers with eye-catching red marks on each sheet.

Since everything was useless, there was no point in staying here. Ling Ruoli learned some information about the situation and found a reason to leave.

I bought the land at the beginning, I don't know how it is being repaired, it should be fine after so long! Thinking of this, she asked someone to drive the carriage to East Street.

In a dilapidated courtyard, a cold light whistled, short and powerful, and a figure was seen retracting his power, and the stone in front of her instantly shattered into pieces. Ling Ruoxi has been studying this technique in recent days and has also gained something.

When Ling Ruoxi quietly returned to her residence, she found out that the third aunt had brought people to make a fuss and wanted to take Xiao Zhuo away. When Ling Ruoxi came back, she saw servants dragging Xiao Zhuo. Her maid was so scared that she knelt on the ground and saw Xiao Zhuo struggling constantly.

The two servants who were dragging someone were attacked. They covered their arms with painful expressions.

"What are you doing in my yard, aunt?" Ling Ruoxi questioned. She had no good feelings towards her biological mother, who had challenged her bottom line many times.

When she heard Ling Ruoxi's name, the third aunt's face turned green. She pointed at Ling Ruoxi and cursed, "Well, now you want to climb up the social ladder, but you don't even recognize me. You don't even feel ashamed to pull a beggar from outside and keep him in the yard."

"Mother has granted Xiao Zhuo permission to stay here. Why is Third Aunt making trouble now?"

"Everyone knows that the mistress of the house is not capable of anything. Are you trying to use her to put pressure on me?" said the third concubine. "I have already found a marriage for you." As she spoke, the third concubine's expression relaxed and her voice became gentle.

"The second son of Jingzhao Yin is a good choice. He is humble and kind, but a little weak. He is a good match for my daughter."

The third aunt raised her hand and lifted the scattered hair on the side of Ling Ruoxi's cheek. She seemed very satisfied and was about to continue speaking.

"I have something else to do, please go back, Auntie."

Seeing her daughter dragging the little beggar away, the third aunt was instantly furious, "You damn girl, wait for me, I will make that unknown person get out..."

The Ling Mansion is now no longer as busy as before. The second concubine takes care of household chores, but the decisions on major matters are made by the mistress. Naturally, the third concubine would like to fight for it, because she is the only one who gave birth to a boy.

"Sister, I'm sorry"

Ling Ruoxi took the tea from the maid and said with a smile: "It's nothing, but I scared you."

"Miss, please send him away."

"Sister, don't chase me away"

"No one is chasing you away," Ling Ruoxi said, "but it's inconvenient for you to stay here. How about I find a safe place for you to go?"