The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

Seeing her so serene, Ji Xiuping naturally couldn't bring himself to refuse. He simply sat down at the table with Tong Qian and took meticulous care of her, serving her her favorite foods as if he were raising his own child.

After dinner, Tong Qian pulled Ji Xiuping aside and went over the two play scripts she had just come up with in Yu Xi again and again, trying to perfect them as much as possible, including some of the details.

Every time I wrote a script, I would show it to Ji Xiuping, and he would always provide me with reliable information as expected. If it weren't for the suggestions Ji Xiuping gave me, the performance in the teahouse might not have been so good.

Ji Xiuping was full of praise for the two scripts Tong Qian had written. While her previous works were more about being amazing, he had grown accustomed to the surprises she created after reading so many. But this time, she was able to create a vivid and memorable image right from the first reading.

Seeing Tong Qian's expectant eyes, he smiled slightly. He had never been stingy with such things. "Qian'er, if there were any areas that needed improvement after you wrote your script, then I can tell you with certainty that you can take it directly to the troupe leader and the performers."

"All we need to do is let them express some details and character traits during the performance. Apart from that, I don't think there's anything else that needs to be modified. Compared to the previous scripts, you've grasped the characters very well this time, and the portrayal process is relatively delicate."

"Even if you wanted me to offer any more advice at this point, it wouldn't be realistic. You are really, really good."

Tong Qian listened to his repeated emphasis and saw his serious expression, so she nodded. This time, she had indeed combined the expressive methods of film and television dramas that she had just started using. Naturally, it would be more complete in its expression than her previous works that were simply based on stage plays and novels.

Thinking this, she smiled and said, "Brother Xiuping, thank you. Although I felt that this time was already very good, I was still afraid that there would be some incomplete parts. But after hearing what you said, I feel more at ease. So, I will go to town with you tomorrow to give these two scripts to the troupe leader."

"Then, if there's enough time, we can go over things with them a couple more times. Oh, right, after you come out of Master Qiu's place, I'll take you to that courtyard I saw before. Then tell me if there's anything that needs to be added, and we'll set it up as soon as possible."

Seeing Ji Xiuping's somewhat shocked expression, he continued, "Besides that, I also want to give you this. Although I'm not sure if it will be helpful for your scientific research, I think it would be beneficial if you could grasp some of its contents." As he said this, he handed over the collection of famous figures that he had previously compiled.

Ji Xiuping originally thought that Tong Qian had only gone back and written the two sets of play scripts, but he never expected that she would also compile such a booklet for him. After he told Master Qiu about the things he had given him before, even Master Qiu praised them repeatedly.

I've been saying all along that this information is really good, and even if it's not crucial for the scientific expedition, it will definitely be very useful for my own research. It's just that she's been so busy lately, yet she still thinks of me.

Thinking this, she looked at the object in her hand with great affection, and then looked up at Tong Qian in a daze: "Qian'er, thank you. Even for your sake, I will definitely study hard with Master Qiu and will not let you down."

Hearing him say that, Tong Qian didn't say anything more for the time being. She would slowly ask him to change his distant and polite attitude later.

The next morning, Tong Qian went to town with Ji Xiuping. After dropping him off at Master Qiu's house, she went to the teahouse to discuss the script with the troupe leader.

Just as she reached the door, before she could even step inside, the young man who worked odd jobs at the teahouse saw her, a smile plastered on his face, and walked towards her.

He stopped and asked, "Miss Tong, what brings you here today? You didn't tell the boss beforehand. Unfortunately, the boss had to go out. Why don't you wait inside while I go and find him?"

The guests watching from the side couldn't help but take a second look at the arrogant waiter who was so respectful to such a young girl. Her delicately carved face and bright, sparkling eyes were something even the most refined ladies from noble families couldn't match. They couldn't help but turn their heads in admiration.

Tong Qian was already used to this feeling, so she didn't mind and followed his hand into the teahouse. She said, "You don't need to worry too much. Your boss will come back eventually. I don't have anything else to do today. I just came to see the troupe leader. You don't need to worry about me. Just tell the boss when he comes back that I'm here. I'm going to see the troupe leader now."

The waiter had known from the boss that Tong Qian would be coming over in the next few days. After all, the things she had were enough to ensure a steady stream of money for the teahouse every day. Without saying much, he respectfully escorted her to the drama class rehearsal place and then returned to the main hall by himself.

In her heart, she was thinking that although Miss Tong said she would wait for the boss to come back, she couldn't let her talk to the troupe leader in private without her boss knowing. With that in mind, she told the other servants that she was going to find the boss and hurriedly went out.

Since the troupe leader started performing plays with Tong Qian, business has been booming every day. Due to the previous regulations, more and more people are now asking to come and watch, which naturally leads to a surge in morale for the entire troupe.