The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

"Qian'er, I..." Ji Xiuping pursed his thin lips, wanting to say something but holding back.

He nodded slowly, agreeing to the matter.

Qian'er is right. If things continue like this, he will never have a chance to get ahead in his life. Only by passing the imperial examination can he give her a good life!

Ji Xiuping secretly vowed that she would definitely pass the imperial examination with flying colors in the future, so that all her hard work would not have been in vain.

The sky, which had been clear just moments before, was suddenly filled with dark clouds, and within the time it took to say a few words, rain began to fall.

Tong Qian wiped the raindrops from her forehead, looked at the sky, and belatedly said, "It's raining."

Perhaps because she had just woken up, she exuded a hazy, innocent charm. Ji Xiuping was afraid that she would catch a cold. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, he didn't have time to say anything and bent down to carry her into the house.

The room was somewhat dim, so Ji Xiuping lit a candle, which finally brightened it up a bit.

Tong Qian sat on the edge of the bed. The air around her was damp because of the rain. The room was neither too big nor too small, and it was not exactly simple. It was enough to keep out the wind and rain.

The rice-paste-stamped window paper whistled in the wind, threatening to break at any moment.

It's time to change this house. Once things are settled over there, I'll renovate it so I can at least feel more comfortable living here.

As one of the shareholders of the teahouse, Tong Qian looked at her worn-out clothes and thought about going to town to buy two sets of clothes to change her mood.

She was always a woman of action, and she made sure to take Ji Xiuping with her when she left.

"I still have a few items left. You just buy your own and don't worry about me," Ji Xiuping said helplessly to Tong Qian.

“No, if I go back to the village dressed smartly and people see me, they might say I’ve been exploiting you,” Tong Qian said firmly.

Moreover, Ji Xiuping was tall and slender with a refined and scholarly air, and his clothes always exuded a unique charm.

Tong Qian visited several stores, wishing she could buy all the clothes. If it weren't for the fact that it was getting late and she couldn't stay any longer, she probably wouldn't have given up.

Before she knew it, the day of the drama troupe's opening arrived. Tong Qian got up early, washed up, sat in front of the bronze mirror, unscrewed the small box of makeup primer, and gently applied the marinade to her face.

Her already pretty face gained an extra touch of charm.

Ji Xiuping was also lost in thought, and didn't say much to her the whole way.

Tong Qian went to the teahouse first, where the manager was already waiting. After all, it concerned his own interests, so he couldn't help but pay attention.

"Go and call Yun to come and help."

The teahouse and the theater were not far apart. The two sat by the window, looking down at the crowded people below, which looked quite impressive.

Several cups of tea were emptied. The teahouse owner craned his neck to look out the window, wishing he could sprout wings and fly over to see what was going on. The person he had sent to investigate had not yet returned, and he could only feel anxious in his heart.

Seeing that it was almost time, Tong Qian said, "I'll go take a look."

"I'm going too!" The teahouse owner couldn't sit still for a moment.

"Tell today's guests that the teahouse is closed today; the manager is going to the theater to see a play," Tong Qian instructed the servant before leaving.

"Yes."

The group went to a private room on the second floor, where they could see the stage in the foreground and felt quite disdainful.

The teahouse owner leaned out halfway, his eyes scanning the place several times before exclaiming in amazement, "It's only been a few days, but it's completely changed!"

With its carved beams and painted rafters, and a red silk ribbon hanging above the stage, it was quite different from before.

He clicked his tongue in amazement, and only when the sound of gongs and drums came from below did he reluctantly turn his head back.

"It's really wonderful!"

As expected, the performance was a great success. Long after the curtain fell, the audience in the stands lingered, reluctant to leave, still wanting more.

They seemed ready to watch more.

In the end, it was only after the troupe leader himself came over that the situation was smoothed over.

After the play premiered, everyone in the streets and alleys knew about the drama troupe. From eighty-year-old women to three-year-old children, everyone could name a few of them.

For several days in a row, the theater was packed with people.

Tong Qian, with her share of the profits in her purse, went to the street and bought a lot of food. She sat under the willow tree at the entrance of the alley and waited for Ji Xiuping.

The home was simple, and because Master Qiu was in poor health, Ji Xiuping had to go to his house to study every day.

This back-and-forth trip takes quite a bit of time, and going to town by myself is really troublesome.

Tong Qian was considering whether to go to town to find a house. Although she was better off than before, buying a house was still a big deal and she could only postpone it.

Tong Qian was lost in thought when she was suddenly patted on the shoulder. She turned around, clutching her chest, and saw Ji Xiuping. "You're done with school?"

Seeing his hands behind his back, she asked, "What are you hiding?"

Suddenly, a weight touched her head. She raised her hand and touched it; it was a hairpin.

Tong Qian remembered that he often wrote calligraphy for others, and that's probably how he saved up the money little by little.

After dinner, Tong Qian lay on the bed flipping through the All-Encompassing Encyclopedia and was surprised to find that she had unlocked new content.

Reputation increases, unlocking the film and television chapters.

Tong Qian picked up the paper and pen from the bedside table and carefully wrote down the contents of the paper, stroke by stroke.

The characters on it are all in traditional Chinese, so you won't have trouble understanding them when you use them.

This encyclopedia of all things is quite thoughtful.

Tong Qian silently gave it a thumbs up in her heart.

Tong Qian wrote until late at night, but finally succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep on the covers.

Ji Xiuping closed his book, noticed the room light was still on, got up and gently knocked on the door a few times, "Qian'er?"

After receiving no response for a while, he pushed the door open and saw her sleeping soundly with her head resting on her arm.

A long streak of ink was drawn on her face, making her look like a little kitten. He suppressed a laugh, moved the things aside, and gently covered her with the blanket.

Tong Qian slept very well. When she woke up, Ji Xiuping was on his way to town, which was quite a hassle.

The prepared breakfast was brought in. "Go wash up and eat."

Tong Qian, still half-asleep, stared blankly at the empty space in front of her, and it took her a long time to come to her senses.

"I want to discuss something with you."

Ji Xiuping turned to look at her.

"I want to renovate this house, but it probably won't be habitable for a while, so I'm thinking of renting a place in town first." Tong Qian felt really tired for him after all this back and forth.

After all, we're husband and wife. I need to discuss things with him. I can't always make decisions on my own as a girl.

Tong Qiansui is very opinionated and has her own way of dealing with these kinds of things.

With a touch of naivety, she asked, "What do you think?"

Ji Xiuping's lips moved, but he couldn't speak for a moment. After a long while, he finally replied, "Whatever you say."

For some reason, when Ji Xiuping looked at her, his mind seemed to go blank, and he would agree with whatever she said.

After Ji Xiuping left, Tong Qian began to prepare for this matter.

She first went to a teahouse and asked the owner if there were any houses for rent in town.

"There aren't any for rent, but I heard that a local gentry is planning to sell a house. I've seen that house before, and it's quite nice."

Tong Qian sat up straight and listened attentively.