On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The contract was quickly drafted and both parties signed and sealed it.

Qian Youcai held the contract with the ink still wet in his hands, feeling mixed emotions.

A 30% discount means the profit is nearly halved, but it is worth it to get in touch with the Mobei furs. What's more, there is the prince, a big Buddha, in charge. In the long run, this deal will not be a loss!

"Madam, His Royal Highness..." Qian Youcai bowed and said, "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

"Goodbye, Manager Qian." Zhang Li nodded.

After Qian Youcai left, only Lin Zhen and Zhang Li were left in the private room.

"Li'er has a good way." Lin Zhen put down the jade pendant with a smile in his eyes, "With just a few words, this old fox was cut into pieces and bled."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to my husband's power!" Zhang Li approached him proudly and took his arm. "That old fox is almost glancing at you! How dare he not bow down when you're around?"

"My husband is just a background board." Lin Zhen laughed.

"No way!" Zhang Li said coquettishly, "My husband is Li'er's pillar of support. With you around, Li'er is full of confidence and even bargaining is extra exciting!"

"Then this magic needle of mine has really helped Li'er a lot today?" Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows.

"Of course!" Zhang Li's eyes flickered with a hint of charm, "What reward do you want, husband?"

"Didn't Li'er ask for the reward just now?" Lin Zhen hinted at something.

"That's official business!" Zhang Li pouted, "Li'er also wants a personal reward!"

"Oh? What personal reward does Li'er want?" Lin Zhen asked back.

"Hmm..." Zhang Li leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchid, her voice tinged with seduction, "I want my husband to accompany Li'er to the Treasure Pavilion to pick out the most expensive piece of jewelry, then accompany Li'er to Zuixianlou for a most expensive meal! Finally, accompany Li'er back to the Jinyutang to count the money she earned today!"

"Counting silver?" Lin Zhen laughed. "Li'er, this is a unique hobby."

"Counting silver is the most enjoyable thing!" Zhang Li said confidently, "Listening to the clinking sound of silver ingots and watching the numbers in the account book rise up, it makes me more relaxed than any other music, chess, calligraphy or painting!"

"Okay." Lin Zhen agreed, "As you wish."

In the evening, in the inner room of "Jinyu Hall".

Red candles burn high, warm fragrance floats in the air. On the rosewood bed, brocade curtains hang low.

Zhang Li had taken off her hairpins and rings, her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was only wearing a thin pomegranate red soft silk nightgown, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her figure look exquisite.

She leaned against the head of the bed, holding an account book in one hand and fiddling with an abacus with the other, with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Look, my dear!" She pointed to a line of figures in the account book. "Today, the 'Huitonghao' order alone made a net profit of 58,000 taels! Add in the deposit from the Xishan quarry and the payment just received from the 'Jiangnan Silk Road', and today's revenue exceeds 100,000 taels!"

"Li'er is indeed the reincarnation of the God of Wealth." Lin Zhen leaned beside her, playing with a strand of her soft hair in his hand.

"Hehe, that's right!" Zhang Li raised her chin proudly, put down the account book and abacus, turned over and lay on his chest, tilted her little face up, her eyes full of smiles, "Husband, isn't Li'er amazing?"

"Amazing." Lin Zhen lowered his head and looked at her bright face and sparkling eyes.

"Then how will my husband reward Li'er?" Zhang Li leaned closer, her red lips slightly parted, with the scent of roses.

"Li'er, what reward do you want?" Lin Zhen said in a low voice.

"I want my husband..." Zhang Li's fingertips gently stroked his chest, her voice carrying a hint of charm, "Praise Li'er in person..."

"Li'er..." Lin Zhen leaned over and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead. "You are the treasure trove of our family, a virtuous wife who helps your husband... and the most dazzling pearl in this imperial capital."

Zhang Li's eyes instantly lit up with a bright light, as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

She sighed contentedly, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and greedily breathed in his fresh scent.

"Husband, Li'er loves to hear you praise me the most..."

Lin Zhen put his arms around her slender waist, feeling her soft body and hot temperature.

Unlike Shangguan Wan'er's dignity and seriousness, and Chu Xiling's calmness and coldness, Zhang Li's love is just like her personality, bright, passionate, and unconcealed.

She was like a fire, burning herself and warming him.

"Li'er..." Lin Zhen called softly.

"Hmm?" Zhang Li responded lazily.

"Has there been any large expenditure in the mansion recently?" Lin Zhen asked casually.

Zhang Li's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed. Her voice was filled with a hint of coquettishness, "Why do you suddenly ask this, my husband? Li'er manages the treasury in perfect order, and every expenditure is recorded in the account! She would never embezzle anything!"

"That's not what I meant." Lin Zhen entangled her hair with his fingertips, "It's just that Ling'er needs 50,000 taels of silver to build the Institute of Gewu..."

"Oh! That's it!" Zhang Li raised her head, her bright face showing understanding. "Li'er has already prepared it and will call tomorrow! Sister Ling'er is the Goddess of Wealth in our mansion. Everything she makes is a chicken that lays golden eggs. Li'er can't wait for her to ask for more silver!"

"Li'er is very understanding." The smile in Lin Zhen's eyes deepened.

"That's right!" Zhang Li raised her eyebrows proudly, then moved closer, her eyes flickering, "But, my husband, Li'er has been so well behaved... shouldn't you give her another reward?"

"What reward does Li'er want?" Lin Zhen asked back.

"I want my husband..." Zhang Li opened her red lips slightly and whispered in his ear.

Lin Zhen's eyes dimmed slightly, and he tightened his arm around her waist: "As Li'er wishes..."

The red candle flickers, the brocade curtains sway gently, whispers murmur, the spring night is too short.

The glittering jewels and precious stones of Jinyutang and the meticulousness of Huitonghao, at this moment, all transformed into lingering warmth in the tent.

Zhang Li's passion was like a burning flame, wrapping Lin Zhen tightly.

She is his god of wealth, his pearl, and the brightest and warmest color in his tiring journey.

.....

In the southeast corner of Qixia Garden, the scenery of "Xichun Pavilion" is very different from that of other courtyards in the palace.

It lacks the opulence of the "Jinyu Hall", the tranquility and concentration of the "Baigong Pavilion", and the coldness and silence of the "Tingxue Tower". Instead, it is filled with a vigorous vitality and a carefree and cheerful atmosphere.

The courtyard is spacious and covered with green grass. Several tall weeping willows have sprouted tender green buds, and their soft branches sway gracefully in the spring breeze.

A colorfully painted swing hangs under a willow tree, and scattered around it are a few colorful kites, a few wicker balls, a few small bows and arrows, and even a cute snow-white lion dog that is chasing its tail and playing in circles.

The air is filled with the fragrance of grass, the freshness of soil, and a faint, sweet aroma of preserved fruits.

Qingwen wore a goose yellow short jacket with narrow sleeves and a light green pleated skirt with scattered flowers. Her long black hair was combed into two playful buns, and a few round pink pearls were dotted in her hair, which swayed gently as she jumped around.

She had no makeup on her face, her skin was fair and translucent, and her big, lively eyes were like black grapes soaked in water, flickering and sparkling with cunning and curiosity.

At this moment, she was barefoot, stepping on the soft grass, chasing the snow-white lion dog "Xuetuaner", and her crisp laughter filled the courtyard like silver bells.

"Xuetuan'er! Don't run! Give the ball back to me!" Qingwen shouted as she chased him, her skirt fluttering like a lively yellow oriole in spring.