My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Zhao Jinghua sighed with a hint of impatience and said, "Let go."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lang quickly let go of his hand that was holding Zhao Jinghua's thigh, then slowly stood up and looked at Zhao Jinghua with an embarrassed face, "How have you been these three years?"

Seeing that Zhao Jinghua did not answer, Wan Sutong chuckled and said, "It has only been four days since he was resurrected."

Zhou Lang scratched his head in embarrassment. "Oh~ That's what happened! You are truly a god. If it were me, I would have been reincarnated long ago."

Upon hearing this, Luo Lin hit Zhou Lang on the head and said, "If you can't speak, just shut up. Wasn't what you just said quite impressive?"

Zhou Lang lowered his head and looked at Luo Lin cautiously. "I'm afraid of my master. I'm lucky I can speak in front of him."

Luo Lin looked at Zhou Lang helplessly, then sighed, "Son-in-law, don't blame him, you know his character."

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and said in a softer tone, "It's okay."

Luo Lin smiled and then pushed Zhou Lang, "Why don't you go and ask the waiter to pack up the furnishings and put them on the third floor?"

Zhou Lang nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly started to clean up the room with Xiao Liuzi and Fang Man.

At this time, Wan Sutong walked to Luo Lin's side and whispered, "Sister Luo, what's going on between you and Zhou Lang?"

When Rowling heard this, her cheeks instantly turned red. "We plan to get engaged when you come back, young lady."

Wan Sutong covered her mouth in shock. "Tell me quickly! How did you two get together?"

When Rowling heard this, her face was filled with a happy smile. "That story started on New Year's Eve a year ago."

Fang Man yawned as he sat on the first floor and kept complaining to Luo Lin, "Boss, why are there still people staying at the hotel on New Year's Eve this year? It's already midnight and there are still people eating here. Uncle Sun has gone home, and my mother is still waiting for me to come home."

Rowling raised her hand and rubbed her forehead to try to stay awake. "Maybe he is a guest from a foreign country, and the journey is too long to return in time."

Fang Man yawned again, and then he seemed to be more energetic as if he had thought of something. "Boss, I think Guard Zhou seems to like you. In the past two years, you can see that he has always been concerned about you. When you were hanging lanterns yesterday, you didn't know that he was watching you the whole time, for fear that you would fall off the wooden ladder."

Rowling nodded and said, "Of course I know, but he and I are four years apart, and his family may not agree."

Fang Man immediately lost all his sleepiness when he heard this. "Does that mean that you, the shopkeeper, are also attracted to Guard Zhou?"

Rowling nodded shyly, "Yes, it can be considered as love that has grown over time."

At this time, the guests who had eaten and drunk their fill turned around and returned to the second floor. Seeing this, Fang Man quickly stood up and said, "I have to go clean up the dishes. My mother is waiting for me to come back!" As he finished speaking, the door of the restaurant was pushed open from the outside. Fang Man was about to collapse when he saw Zhou Lang walking in with a food box. "Hey, why is Guard Zhou back, and he's carrying a food box?"

Zhou Lang chuckled, sounding silly, he walked up to Luo Lin, opened the lunch box and took out a plate of dumplings from it. "My mother made these dumplings. She asked me to bring some to you."

Fang Man smiled and said, "It seems that everyone in Guard Zhou's family knows about this." Then he picked up the dishes and chopsticks used by the guests and walked into the kitchen. "I have to clean up quickly. After cleaning, I can go home."

Luo Lin glanced at Zhou Lang, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head shyly. "Thank you," she said, then took the chopsticks Zhou Lang handed over, picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth. After chewing for a while, she nodded.

Zhou Lang saw this and quickly took out another plate of dumplings from the second layer. "As long as you like it, there is another plate for you to eat slowly." He scratched his head nervously and said, "Well, I... I'll go first." He was about to turn around and leave, but Luo Lin grabbed his wrist and said, "I can't eat so much. If you don't mind, let's eat together."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong hugged Luo Lin's arm indignantly. "He actually used two plates of dumplings to trick my sister Luo away. I don't agree! Is he sincere? If you marry him, what will you do if he uses two plates of dumplings to trick other girls back in the future!"

Zhou Lang heard this and hurried in. "Ms. Prime Minister, I am absolutely sincere to Luo Lin." At this point, he even made a gesture of swearing to the sky, "I can swear that I, Zhou Lang, will never take a concubine. If that day comes, I will die suddenly on the spot and never reincarnate."

Wan Sutong gave Zhou Lang a thumbs up when she heard this, "What a real man! That's a tough oath!" Then she looked at Zhao Jinghua for confirmation and asked in her heart, "You're not saying one thing and thinking another, are you?" Zhao Jinghua looked at the two people who were already hugging each other and nodded slightly.

Wan Sutong also turned her head to look at him, then sighed, "Tsk tsk tsk, luckily I have a husband." Then she raised her hand and put her arm around Zhao Jinghua's arm.

This move made 0533 and the two waiters stunned in their places, like a bright light bulb.

After all the furnishings were moved out, the room became much more spacious. Wan Sutong then bought thirteen sets of tables and chairs, a lecture table, fourteen sets of study tools, and four hundred sheets of rice paper from 0533.

When the teacher led the students into the room, they were instantly shocked by the scene in front of them: neatly arranged tables and chairs, brand new four treasures of the study on the table, and neatly arranged books behind the desk.

The students held books in their hands with tears in their eyes. They looked at Wan Sutong and bowed deeply to her. "Thank you!" Wan Sutong felt very sad. She couldn't imagine how many children were illiterate because of poverty.

Wan Sutong followed Zhao Jinghua to the mason's residence with a sour mood. For some reason, there were always men peeking at Zhao Jinghua along the way, as if they wanted to see Zhao Jinghua's appearance through the veil.

Wan Sutong raised her hand and knocked on the gate. Not long after, a middle-aged man hurried out of the house, walked up quickly and opened the gate. "Who are you looking for, ladies?"

Wan Sutong was speechless when she heard this and explained to the bricklayer, "This is my husband, not a woman. My husband and I heard that you are a famous bricklayer in Kyoto, so we would like to ask you to help us repair the Xicheng School."

The bricklayer nodded happily after hearing this, but then he hesitated when he looked at Zhao Jinghua with the curtain, "Is your husband a man of the underworld?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jinghua lifted the gauze on the curtain fence. Seeing the horrified look on the mason's face, he chuckled and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. I'm not the former prince. I just look similar."

The bricklayer was relieved after hearing this because he hadn't seen Zhao Jinghua's appearance clearly. Then he looked at Wan Sutong and said, "Leave the school to me. It will only take half a month at most."

Wan Sutong took out three strings of copper coins and handed them to the mason. "This is the deposit. I will give you the rest of the silver after the work is completed."

The mason took the copper coin and thanked him immediately, "Thank you very much, I'll set it for tomorrow."

Wan Sutong nodded, then chuckled and looked at Zhao Jinghua, "Let's go buy some bricks and tiles."

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly, then bowed to the mason and said, "Thank you for your help."

The bricklayer nodded and laughed, "You are too polite, sir. I took your wife's copper coins, which is what I should do." However, when he looked at Zhao Jinghua, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes, thinking to himself, "No wonder he has to wear a curtain like a woman when he goes out. I'm afraid he is a gigolo who married this girl with the same appearance as the former prince."