How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

When was the last time he'd seen Jia Qingwu? Sun Wujiu couldn't seem to recall. He only remembered that her eyes were filled with pain and madness, completely different from today. He had never seen such a calm expression in her eyes before. When they first got married, they were filled with shyness.

Later, it was admiration, then love. When she looked at herself, there was always light, like stars falling into her eyes.

Sun Wujiu had loved Jia Qingwu, but amidst the constant ridicule and sarcasm from others, he was a son-in-law who married into the family, lived off women, and lived off women...

Sun Wujiu's feelings changed, or rather, he misinterpreted all of Jia Qingwu's actions. Jia Qingwu's advice to him to drink less became a constraint, and everything she bought became a humiliation to him.

At this moment, Sun Wujiu seemed to have returned to the first time he saw Jia Qingwu. At that time, he had only seen her from a distance. At that time, he did not dare to covet such a wealthy young lady. He thought back to the last time he saw Jia Qingwu, who was as thin as a stick, with a dull look in her eyes, and a dead air, as if he had seen a half-white old man.

Jia Qingwu just glanced at him, nodded and smiled at her brother, "Xiao Kuan, is the child well behaved?"

Xia Chu pretended that he didn't exist. She couldn't call him uncle, because if she did, she would be exposed.

Jia Kuan glanced at her and didn't ask any more questions. "Don't mention it. I wonder if he slept too much during the day. He kept his eyes wide open and looked around last night, but refused to sleep. He wanted to be held for a walk, and he would cry if he stopped sitting." Although he said this, there was a smile on his face, and he looked very contented with his son.

"That's going to be tough." Jia Qingwu said with a smile.

"Qingwu? You?" Sun Wujiu took two steps forward.

"Mr. Sun, what brings you here?" Jia Qingwu finally looked him in the eye. He seemed to have mellowed out a bit. He'd been out drinking every now and then, spending less and less time reading. It had been years since she'd seen him get up at cockcrow.

He is addicted to beauty and drinking, and can only listen to flattery.

The scholar who got up at the crowing of the cock and kept reading, was polite and measured in his actions, and was humble and gentle, has passed away.

"What's the matter?" Sun Wujiu felt a surge of anger in his heart, angered by her eyes that looked at her as if she were a stranger, her flat tone, and her words that came out of his mouth as if it was a matter of course. "You are my wife, and you don't come home with me. What's the point of staying in your parents' home for a long time?"

Jia Qingwu chuckled. "Then where was Mr. Sun when I was staying in the temple for so long? Why didn't you come to take me home?"

You were crazy back then, would you be an eyesore if you took me back? Sun Wujiu didn't say it out loud, his face was a little dull, "I see you're fine now, come back with me."

Jia Kuan scoffed coldly, "My sister is unwell and needs careful care. Here, without all the messy people getting in the way, it's more suitable for recuperation."

The muscles on Sun Wuji's face tensed as he thought of last night.

He stepped into Qu Pingping's room and found her crying over the account book with her eyes swollen. Upon asking, he learned that Jia Qingwu had cut off all the supplies for the family, and Qu Pingping had already used her dowry to make ends meet, but it was still not enough.

"Sister, are you unhappy with me temporarily managing the household affairs? That's why you're trying to embarrass us. But it was because she was taken away by the Jia family for treatment that she had no time to manage these things, so I took over temporarily." Qu Pingping cried as she half-raised her head, her face tearful and pitiful under the lamplight, and it softened Sun Wujiu's heart. "Master, take Sister back and I'll give her the reins. If this continues, I'm afraid Master will have a hard time writing next month."

Sun Wujiu was about to offer his salary, but suddenly realized that his little money might not even be enough to buy the ink stick he often used. Thinking of this, the embarrassment of being pointed at and scolded by others for spending women's money came back to him.

He glanced at Qu Pingping, as if she saw through his embarrassment. Just as he was about to walk away, he was stopped by Qu Pingping. "Master, weren't those shops under my sister's name given to her by you? I heard that my sister later bought a few more shops, all in her name. Master is just too good to my sister, I'm so envious. But Master, please don't spoil her too much. Nowadays, those shopkeepers don't recognize me. It's clear that all the money in the family belongs to me. My sister is going too far."

Did he? He did receive quite a bit of gifts and money the year he passed the imperial examination, but he declined most of them. Perhaps a few hundred taels, but this money… he didn't give to Jia Qingwu. Instead, he used it to extensively renovate the ancestral home and tomb. Perhaps it wasn't just renovations, it was practically a complete rebuild of the ancestral home.

Jia Qingwu advised him not to repair it so well, and urged him to use the money to buy a shop, saying that the opportunity was good, but he got angry, which was rare. He never mentioned it again after that, and the money seemed to be gone.

Later, his salary was barely enough to support him. The clothes and writing materials Jia Qingwu had bought him were all top-notch. It was precisely because of these things that some people had criticized him. He knew they were mostly motivated by jealousy, but he couldn't help but take their words to heart.

"Master, even without my sister, your shops are enough to support our family. I know you dote on my sister, but what people outside are saying is true. Master, you should take back these shops to silence those people." This was the plan Qu Pingping had pondered for an entire afternoon. Jia Qingwu seemed to have quite a business sense. Those shops were bought after the marriage, and she had come to check the accounts before, so she knew a little bit about it. She had even visited them and saw that business was very good.

He knew Jia Qingwu had later bought a shop and had asked if it should be registered under his name. What had he said then? "How can a scholar get involved in these money-making affairs? Are you trying to harm me?"

Qu Pingping's misleading words struck a chord with Sun Wujiu. Passing the imperial examination wasn't easy. He'd wasted years, his studies lacking the drive of his youth, and he'd been stagnant for a long time. But Jia Qingwu's money allowed him to live a carefree life. What if it were his own? Hadn't Jia Qingwu intended it for him? He couldn't run a business, so he kept it in Jia Qingwu's name.

Seeing that Sun Wujiu remained silent for a long time, Jia Kuan said again: "If Mr. Sun has nothing to do, please go back."

Sun Wujiu came to his senses, "No, I want to take Qingwu back with me today. You married me, you are my wife, you should go back with me! Otherwise..." He threatened: "You have been unwilling to go back, I think you look down on my Sun family. I can only give you a letter of divorce to fulfill your wish."

Xia Chu's teeth clenched and he was about to speak when Jia Qingwu pushed him back.

"I'll go back with you." Jia Qingwu said.

"Sister?" Jia Kuan frowned and said, "No! Xia..."

"Don't say anything!" Jia Qingwu interrupted him, "I'll go back with him. I'm already married, so it's really not convenient for me to stay at home all the time."

"It's your own home, so you can live there if you want! Who dares to say anything?" Jia Kuan glared at Sun Wujiu. "This man took advantage of your illness to bring all the girls home. What are you going to do back home? Living in that drafty north courtyard? Just divorce her. Your family can afford it!"