The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

Where is that house?

"It's only a mile or two away from my teahouse."

That's quite close, not far from Master Qiu's house.

The courtyard has three entrances and three exits. Upon entering, you are greeted by a carved and painted wall. To the right is a covered walkway with a U-shaped railing. In the center of the courtyard stands a small artificial hill, which looks quite poetic.

It seems the homeowner has a good eye, having built this house in a very elegant manner.

Tong Qian was quite satisfied with the house; everything about it suited her tastes perfectly.

I just didn't know the price...

I'm really short of money right now. Although I have some savings, it's still a bit difficult to buy a house.

So they asked the homeowner, who answered very simply: three thousand taels, the price of iron is fixed!

Tong Qian's heart sank upon hearing this. To be honest, the price was really not expensive; in fact, it could be considered a great deal.

It seems that one thing that remains unchanged in this world is that you can't get anywhere without money.

A rough calculation showed that the profits earned were only a few hundred taels of silver, far less than the three thousand taels from the house.

Looks like I need to hurry up and fatten up my wallet.

Tong Qian first discussed her plan to buy a house with Ji Xiuping. Ji Xiuping didn't say anything when he heard this, turned around and went out. After a while, he came back, took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve and put them on the table.

"This is all the money we have left at home. You can take it and use it."

Tong Qian fell silent for a moment.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" she couldn't help but ask.

Ji Xiuping wore a gentle smile. "If it's what you want to do, then there's nothing wrong with it, and I will naturally support you."

Tong Qian was speechless upon hearing this. This was too much of a doting husband. If she asked for the moon now, would he pluck it for her?

He's practically the perfect husband.

With the purchase of the house settled for the time being, Tong Qian then began to think about how to make money.

Tong Qian pulled out the unfinished script from the bedside table, opened the All-Encompassing Encyclopedia, and continued working on what she hadn't finished the night before.

The next step is to develop film and television productions and expand in multiple ways to make my wallet fuller.

The next morning, Tong Qian spoke with the owner of the house, hoping to get more time. The gentry was quite accommodating, but he stipulated that she could not bargain. Tong Qian readily agreed.

The teahouse and opera troupe have been doing very well these past few days. The troupe leader and manager have also distributed their profits as agreed, and they have managed to scrape together more than half of the profits. It seems that they will be able to buy the house before the agreed date.

Tong Qian touched the purse on her chest and felt incredibly comfortable. Since it was still early, she decided to stroll around the market and wait for Ji Xiuping to finish school.

"Young lady, this hairpin is from the Western Regions. Would you like to take a look?" the roadside vendor said with a smile.

Tong Qian stopped abruptly, lowered her eyes, and looked away.

Western Region?

The jade there was quite good. Unlike others, Tong Qian wasn't particularly attached to gold and silver jewelry, but she loved jade, especially jade with excellent color and texture, which was completely different from the cheap plastic texture.

She picked up the white jade hairpin and examined it closely.

"how much is it?"

"Thirty taels."

It's not expensive, but these are special times, and we still have a house to pay for, so we need to save money wherever we can.

I sighed silently to myself; now I have no choice but to reluctantly give it up.

She slowly raised her hand, preparing to put the hairpin back.

"Qian'er?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Tong Qian felt the name sounded familiar, but before she could turn around, her mother had already come up to her.

"Oh my, this is some good stuff."

Before Tong Qian could speak, Tong's mother stared intently at the hairpin in her hand, snatched it away, and rubbed it between her rough fingers.

The finest jade instantly paled in comparison.

The mother clutched the item tightly in her hand, a greedy glint in her eyes. "Qian'er, do you want to buy it?"

Tong Qian remained silent, turning her head away, not wanting to speak.

My good mood was completely ruined.

After she woke up, she saw through the true colors of these cheap parents, but for the sake of the original owner of the body, she decided not to hold it against them.

But there are always some people who don't know the difference.

When Tong's mother saw that she didn't speak, she took it as a tacit agreement.

Her face was almost wrinkled, and she grinned as she said, "It's so kind of you, Qian'er, to be so filial. You know how hard your mother worked to raise you and your siblings, and now that you're all grown up, you know how to be filial to me." As she said this, she put the hairpin in her hair and looked at herself in the mirror in front of the stall from left to right. "Although it's not worth much, it's the thought that counts, and it makes your mother feel good."

Tong Qian turned her head: "..."

Suddenly I felt like my entire worldview had been turned upside down.

He hadn't washed his hair in ages; strands of it were greasy and hung limply on his scalp. Coupled with that greedy look, it was truly laughable.

"Miss, would you still like to buy this hairpin?"

The vendor couldn't help but speak up, feeling genuinely sorry for the hairpin. It was a high-quality item he had worked hard to acquire, and he never expected it to be ruined like this.

Looking at that old woman, I felt my heart was bleeding.

"Buy it! Why wouldn't you buy it?" Upon hearing this, Tong's mother was displeased and quickly retorted, "This was picked out for me by my daughter, so of course I have to buy it."

The vendor felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this.

"How much does this hairpin cost?" Mother Tong asked with disdain.

The vendor held up three fingers.

"Thirty coins?" A broken hairpin is worth that much? Mother Tong curled her lip.

"Thirty taels," the vendor corrected.

"What? Thirty taels?" Although Madam Tong didn't know the value of the hairpin, she had no reason to take it back once it was in her hands. So she arrogantly ordered Tong Qian, "I really like this hairpin. You pay for it first."

Ji Xiuping has some money. Although Tong Qian didn't say it, she knew it. He worked hard to raise her. What is a hairpin?

The amount she has to repay is far greater than this ocean.

Thirty taels is the income of an ordinary family for more than ten years without eating or drinking. Tong Qian is just someone else's child bride. This is really an outrageous demand.

Tong's mother didn't seem to realize this; she was only thinking about how to extract money from Tong Qian.

"Since she likes it, let her have it. I just wanted to take a look; I didn't bring any money with me," Tong Qian said deftly.

"What? No money?" Tong's mother's voice suddenly became sharp, and her face instantly fell.

The loud voice attracted many passersby. When Tong's mother saw people looking over, her face twitched. She went over and pinched Tong Qian, saying, "So many people are watching. Ji Xiuping is rich, so you should buy this hairpin for your mother first."

Tong's mother complained about her daughter's lack of manners, saying that if this happened at home, she would have already started scolding her, but because there were so many people around, she couldn't vent her anger.

He secretly applied more force to his hands, hoping that this brat would be a little more clever.

"Mom, why are you pinching me?"

Tong Qian's eyes filled with tears as she timidly looked at her mother.

She raised her arm, revealing a large red mark from being pinched. Tong Qian seemingly unintentionally showed the red mark, enough for those around her to see.

"You brat!" Mother Tong exclaimed angrily, panting and forcing a smile. "When have I ever touched you? It's just a hairpin. If you really don't want to buy it, there's nothing I can do."