The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

"Shareholding and profit sharing?" The teahouse owner had never heard of these four words in all his years of business.

Tong Qian explained earnestly, "The so-called shareholding and profit sharing means that I will continue to come up with new ideas, and you, boss, will cooperate in implementing them. In the end, you will get 70% of the profits, and I will get 30%. How about that?"

Although 30% was a bit little for her, Tong Qian wasn't in a hurry. After all, she possessed something that no one could take away. She would earn a little first, and as for the future, she would naturally have plans for it later.

"Profit sharing?" The teahouse owner was immediately displeased. She had never mentioned asking for money before, only a guidance fee. Now it seemed she was dissatisfied because she was making a lot of money.

“Boss, everyone has to make a living.” Tong Qian crossed her arms and smiled. “If you agree, I guarantee that even if you get 70%, it will be several times more than it is now. On the contrary, if you don’t agree—” Tong Qian leaned back, her smile growing wider. “As everyone knows, in this county, no one knows your teahouse.”

There was no need to say anything more; the teahouse owner understood her meaning. The money they were making was indeed all thanks to Tong Qian, but asking for 30% was truly unacceptable. However, if they didn't agree, what if Tong Qian went elsewhere—

Frowning, the teahouse owner lightly pounded the table and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, let's try it out first. I'll give you 30%, but if my 70% doesn't even amount to what I'm making now, then we'll part ways."

"Okay." Tong Qian readily agreed. What's there to be afraid of if we part ways? I'm just afraid you won't agree.

Ji Xiuping tilted his head and looked at the confident Tong Qian. He recalled her shrewdness, sharpness, and eloquence just now. She was completely different from her usual self.

Even if she was heartbroken by what her parents did that day and her personality changed, that would be somewhat understandable. But she spoke of something like shareholding and profit sharing that even the boss didn't know about, as if it were a worldly matter. How could people not be suspicious?

Seeing the boss leave with a pained expression, Tong Qian stood up and said, "Brother Xiuping, let's go too."

Just as Tong Qian was about to turn around after speaking, a warm, large hand grabbed her slender white wrist.

Ji Xiuping stared coldly at her and questioned, "Are you really Qian'er?"

Tong Qian stared into his dark eyes for a long time without saying a word, but her clear eyes were full of clarity, and she met his gaze without any hesitation.

I am not your Qian'er, but the person standing in front of you right now, the person who cares about you, is me, do you know that?

“Every time we go to town, you always pester me to buy one thing, something you really love to eat.”

Tong Qian lowered her head and said slowly, "Tao Fu Ji has changed chefs, and the osmanthus cake is not as sweet and sticky as before."

So that's why she stopped eating? She hasn't asked for any of these past few trips to town.

Ji Xiuping was still somewhat skeptical, but he slowly released her.

“I learned it secretly,” Tong Qian suddenly said.

"what?"

Raising her head, Tong Qian looked directly into Ji Xiuping's eyes and said with utmost seriousness, "What I just said to the boss was something I secretly learned. I used to be muddle-headed and only knew how to enjoy myself. But after my parents came and learned their lesson, I realized that you are truly good to me. So I should reciprocate with my own sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiuping was both moved by her growth and heartbroken by her secret efforts these past few days. If he could, he truly wanted to shield her from all the storms outside.

However, it seems that he really misunderstood her.

Tong Qian gradually moved closer to Ji Xiuping, leaning affectionately on his strong shoulder, and said softly, "Brother Xiuping, let's live a good life together from now on."

Just getting by?

Suddenly, Ji Xiuping's ears began to feel hot again.

After resolving their differences, the two walked back together, but as they passed Changsheng Street, Ji Xiuping's pace gradually slowed down.

"The notice has been posted in front of the government building, have you gone to see it?" A young man who looked like a scholar asked excitedly the tall man next to him who was dressed similarly.

"What are you looking at? My name won't be on it anyway," the tall man said dejectedly.

The young man who had initially brought up the topic, seeing him like this, couldn't help but offer quiet words of comfort...

Ji Xiuping stared straight at them, seemingly lost in thought.

Tong Qian glanced in the direction he was looking, then turned her gaze back to Ji Xiuping's handsome profile.

If it weren't for Tong Qian's constant meddling and needing his constant care, he would likely have been on the list given his talent and hard work.

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"Brother Xiuping," Tong Qian suddenly called out to him, "It's getting dark, let's hurry up and go."

Ji Xiuping glanced at the two scholars again, then turned back to Tong Qian with a slight smile and said, "Let's go."

The desolation in his eyes tugged at Tong Qian's heartstrings. With a furrowed brow, Tong Qian made her decision.

After returning home and finishing her meal, Tong Qian locked herself in her room again and began to seclude herself.

Ji Xiuping and Yun Yatou had met before, so he was only slightly taken aback before he didn't pay any attention.

Inside the room, Tong Qian was carefully studying the Myriad Manifestations Manual in front of her. She discovered that it was similar to the system's marketplace, automatically triggering tasks. Completing these tasks would earn her reputation points, which could be accumulated to gradually unlock the contents of the manual.

Looking at the task panel, she found that the "slapping the face of those weird parents" stage one was in the completed list. She hadn't paid attention to it at the time, but now it seemed that there was clearly a stage two or even a stage three ahead. It seemed that she needed to speed up her pace in cultivating her relationship with the boy and make preparations in advance.

That evening, Ji Xiuping took a plate of cut fruit to Tong Qian's room. When he opened the door, he saw her sitting at the table, writing and drawing. She looked very serious and didn't even realize that there was ink on her face.

"Have some fruit." Ji Xiuping placed the plate next to her.

"Oh, okay," Tong Qian replied, without even glancing at him.

Ji Xiuping sighed and gently wiped away the ink scent from her temple. Tong Qian didn't react much, her eyes seemingly glued to the paper.

Feeling slightly displeased at being ignored, Ji Xiuping looked down to see what she was writing, only to find a bunch of lines and boxes on the paper with some text on the side, but he couldn't understand what they meant.

"What is this?" Ji Xiuping asked curiously.

Tong Qian paused briefly to catch her train of thought, looked up at him, and explained, "This is the outline of the story; I'm trying to organize my thoughts."

Then, pointing to each piece on the paper, I explained it to him in detail.

Ji Xiuping sat down and listened with great interest, feeling that she was no longer telling a story, but rather displaying the grandeur of someone who was pointing out the flaws in the world.

However, he always wondered how her little brain could hold such strange and wonderful ideas.

Ji Xiuping shook his head and smiled faintly.

After Tong Qian finished explaining the outline to him, she took out another piece of paper covered with words. "Look, this is the script I just summarized. I've decided, my next step is to act in a stage play!"