The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

Ji Xiuping's hand, which was about to knock on the door, suddenly froze in mid-air, and he was completely stunned.

Under the moonlight, Tong Qian's face was fair and beautiful, her clear eyes bright and moist, making his heart itch.

Very well, trying her best to suppress her irregular heartbeat, Tong Qian thought to herself: This is something you brought upon yourself, so don't blame me.

"Ji Xiuping," she called him formally.

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiuping regained his senses and looked at Tong Qian blankly. In his memory, Qian'er had never called him by his full name before. What was going on this time?

After taking several deep breaths and mustering her courage, Tong Qian finally made up her mind: "Ji Xiuping, I think—ah!"

Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she screamed as she grabbed Ji Xiuping's sleeve. The latter reacted quickly, wrapping his large hand around Tong Qian's soft waist and pulling her up into a full embrace.

However, because Tong Qian had subconsciously used all her strength, she directly tore off Ji Xiuping's already flimsy sleeve.

Just then, Yun Yatou heard the noise, opened the door and ran out: "Who's there? There's a thief! Come and catch him—" Her voice stopped abruptly, and when she saw the scene in front of her, Yun Yatou's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

Ji Xiuping's torn sleeves swayed in the air, his bare arm pressed against Tong Qian's slender waist.

"I, I didn't see anything!" Yun Ya exclaimed, then turned around and ran back into her room.

Tong Qian's face was so red it could drip blood. She had just been planning to go all out and confess her feelings, saying she had her eye on him. Who would have thought there would be a stone under her feet!

Seriously, why did it have to happen at this time of year? It's infuriating!

"Qian'er, are you alright?" Ji Xiuping saw that her face was flushed and thought she had hurt herself in the fall. He felt a pang of anxiety and asked hurriedly.

Seeing the worry that he couldn't hide in his eyes, Tong Qian couldn't help but bite her lip and secretly made up her mind: if she didn't flirt now, when would she?

One hand went up to the neck of the person in front of her and pressed down. Then she tilted her head back, and their thin lips were pressed tightly together.

But that wasn't enough. Tong Qian sucked on Ji Xiuping's cool lips, then gently licked them with the tip of her tongue.

Ji Xiuping trembled and was so shocked that he backed away. Unexpectedly, as he struggled, his sleeve tore completely, revealing half of his muscular chest.

Tong Qian ignored all of that and pulled Ji Xiuping down, continuing to gag him.

Ji Xiuping gently pushed her a few times, but she didn't move away. Instead, it made it easier for Tong Qian to press herself against him.

The soft warmth on her lips carried the alluring fragrance of a young girl, and Ji Xiuping's hand slowly stopped moving, eventually tightening its grip.

A strong force locked her waist, rendering her immobile. The man lowered his head, switching from defense to offense, and began a deep kiss.

Tong Qian was powerless to resist and could only let out a "uh" under his invasion. Ji Xiuping only let her go when she felt she was about to suffocate.

"Xiu, Xiuping, brother." Tong Qian lowered her head shyly and called out softly.

Ji Xiuping could no longer contain his excitement. He bent down, picked up Tong Qian, and carried her into the room.

The neon lights inside added to the ambiguous atmosphere.

But when Tong Qian inadvertently glanced at the man's tattered clothes, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, thus ruining the pleasant atmosphere.

Ji Xiuping's face darkened immediately. He angrily pinched the tip of her nose, but didn't do anything else. After coaxing her to sleep, he turned and walked out.

The appointed date had arrived, and Tong Qian and Ji Xiuping took Yun Yatou to the teahouse again, where they sang a piece of music written by Tong Qian in front of the owner.

"It's so beautiful!" The teahouse owner could only exclaim in admiration: "I dare not say that the lyrics and the music are the best in other places, but in Yunyang County alone, there is absolutely no other place like it."

He had barely finished speaking when he hurriedly went out to find someone to make arrangements for Yun Yatou.

The girl's voice was high-pitched and tinged with sadness and mystery. Coupled with the novelty and twists of the story, everyone praised it highly. Even the customers who were originally seated in other teahouses were attracted over. At this time, the teahouse was packed with people, and it was very difficult for anyone to enter or leave.

As soon as one song ended, several people came over with money, saying they weren't satisfied and asked which song they wanted to sing again.

At this moment, the teahouse owner, following Tong Qian's instructions, stepped forward and said, "Please forgive us, everyone. After all, every teahouse has its own rules. From today onwards, each song, no matter who performs it, will only be sung once a day. As for the stories, they will be compiled into a book in a few days. At that time, everyone is welcome to come and support us."

Because each song only had a short opening verse, everyone was very curious about what would happen next. So Tong Qian took advantage of this curiosity and had herself dictate the story, then had someone else write it down, compile it into a book, and publish it.

Sure enough, the first edition sold out in just a few days. Tong Qian then had a second and third edition published. Later, she started a new story and published it as a book. In total, it made a lot of money.

Teahouses, needless to say, are almost always packed, especially popular with the elderly.

Upon learning that Tong Qian and Ji Xiuping were drinking tea upstairs, the teahouse owner hurriedly ran up with small steps, smiling and saying, "Why didn't you let us know you were coming, young master and young lady? I could have prepared a private room to entertain our distinguished guests."

Tong Qian gave a forced smile and said, "We're partners, so there's no need for such formalities. Boss, please don't stand on ceremony. Let's focus on our guests first."

"The guests outside are the most important people, of course." After saying that, the teahouse owner immediately changed the subject and smiled with narrowed eyes, "But how can they compare to you distinguished guests? If it weren't for you two, my teahouse wouldn't have reached its current status. I remember that."

As he spoke, he took out a pretty money bag and handed it to Tong Qian and the other woman: "This is part of our recent profits. Please don't think it's too little."

Tong Qian glanced at the money pouch in his hand. It was quite large, but compared to the profits she had brought to the teahouse these past few days, it was negligible.

However, she couldn't say anything, since she hadn't asked for the money in the first place.

But this time, the teahouse owner offered them good food, which shows that he's not a fool and knows how to exchange something small for something big.

"Boss." Tong Qian reached out and placed the money bag on the table, but did not put it in her bosom. "This matter is not urgent. I would like to ask you if you want to earn more money."

Upon hearing this, the teahouse owner's eyes lit up: "Of course I want to! Does the young lady have a brilliant plan?"

“I wouldn’t have said anything even if I didn’t,” Tong Qian stood up and said, “But this time, I have a request.”

Teahouse owner: "What are your requirements?"

"I want to invest and receive dividends."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiuping and the teahouse owner were both taken aback, while Tong Qian smiled mysteriously and remained silent.