Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 440

Jian Qingshuang also enthusiastically pulled Yin Bohong along to admire the calligraphy together.

"Bo Hong, when we looked at rubbings before, we always felt something was missing. Now that we're seeing this original, it's definitely different. The brushstrokes are even more vigorous and powerful..."

But Yin Bohong had no interest in discussing the brilliance of the calligraphy with Jian Qingshuang.

In the past, when Jian Qingshuang bought paintings, rare books, brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, she would spend thousands of taels of silver at a time, like water flowing out.

At that time, Yin Bohong never thought there was anything wrong with it. The value of these things cannot be measured in money; they are worth any amount of money.

Anyway, Shen Lingxia would cover his finances, so he didn't need to worry about it.

But now he's short of money!

Jian Qingshuang is spending money so lavishly, how can we possibly tolerate this!

Yin Bohong had been too embarrassed to tell Jian Qingshuang about the recent situation of the Yin family, that he couldn't get the money, because it would be too shameful.

But now, he has to tell the truth.

Yin Bohong, forcing himself to speak, stammered, "Shuang'er... let's return this calligraphy..."

Jian Qingshuang looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong? Why do you want to cancel?"

Yin Bohong gritted his teeth and said, "It's all that Shen's fault. I don't know what got into her, but she suddenly abandoned all responsibility for the family business. The Yin family isn't as well-off as before, so... we can't come up with that much money..."

Jian Qingshuang's expression stiffened slightly, clearly unwilling.

"But... these are truly rare genuine works by the master Zhong Qinzi; we may never encounter them again..."

Yin Bohong also felt it was a pity, but there was really nothing he could do.

"Shuang'er, take it back and return it. We can buy it again when we have more money... By the way, the Shen family knows about the existence of Ling Shuang Courtyard... In short, for the time being, we can only use my monthly allowance and salary."

When Yin Bohong said these things, he hesitated and stammered, looking very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

In the past, he and Jian Qingshuang would talk about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. When had they ever talked about something as vulgar as money?

But I have to say it.

Jian Qingshuang stared at him with wide eyes: "Your monthly salary and stipend? It seems to add up to less than seventy taels, right?"

What can seventy taels of silver do? She could buy a decent inkstone for more than that!

Yin Bohong quickly said, "However, I have borrowed three thousand taels of silver, so you and Hancheng should be able to live comfortably. Let's get through this period first."

Jian Qingshuang could only reluctantly agree.

Yin Bohong had no desire to stay here any longer; his mind was preoccupied with money.

Borrowing these three thousand taels will only be enough for a short time; we'll have to find another way.