The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Seeing Gu Huaizhou's obvious anxiety yet forced restraint, Song Wenjun felt a strange sense of pleasure welling up inside her.

She had previously gone along with his wishes and tried her best to please him, so he took it for granted.

Now, with just a little bit of her skill, Gu Huaizhou loses his temper.

Sure enough, when people live a comfortable life for too long, they lose sight of their own limitations.

Song Wenjun pretended to be troubled and looked at him with a look of concern for him, saying, "Last year the harvest of the estate was not good, and there was not much silver to begin with. If we do not reduce expenses, it will be even more difficult for the manor to maintain itself. Although I have my brother from my maternal family to help me, the Marquis is now of noble status and holds an official position. If others know that the Marquis's manor has been relying on my maternal family for support, wouldn't they laugh at the Marquis's manor for being in decline?"

Gu Huaizhou's face turned pale and then red. In the past, Song Wenjun would only swallow her pride even if she broke her teeth.

She would be more considerate of his feelings and wouldn't say anything like "my family is helping me out."

Gu Huaizhou never had to worry about the household expenses. If anything was missing, Song Wenjun would quietly make up for it herself without ever complaining, let alone cutting back on spending.

But everything changed after she gave birth.

She held the key to the accounting office in her hand, and refused to contribute a single penny of her dowry.

Now that Song Wenjun is in charge of the household affairs, Gu Huaizhou realizes how passive he is, even having to depend on her for the most basic living expenses.

If we don't ask Song Wenjun for money, how will Jiang Miaoyin manage her expenses?

Gu Huaizhou pondered inwardly, could it be because he had neglected Song Wenjun these past few days that she reacted this way?

He thought for a moment, then reached out and pressed down on Song Wenjun's shoulder, gently massaging it.

"What you say is true, my wife. It is all because I have not thought things through and have caused you worry. You have always managed the household affairs very well, and I believe in you."

Women, you can just coax them.

Especially for a brainless woman like Song Wenjun, a few sweet words from her and she'd lose all sense of direction.

Gu Huaizhou was full of confidence, waiting for Song Wenjun to stuff the silver into his purse with both hands.

But after waiting for a long time, Song Wenjun did not respond.

Instead, she shrugged his hand away and focused on taking care of the child.

Gu Huaizhou was slightly surprised. It was truly unbelievable that Song Wenjun hadn't fallen for the trick.

Seeing that Song Wenjun was not going to talk about money, Gu Huaizhou had no choice but to bring it up himself: "With the end of the year approaching, I will inevitably have social engagements. If my monthly allowance is halved, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

He finally got to the point, and Song Wenjun had been waiting for him: "In previous years, the Marquis's mansion would host the banquet, which would cost at least two hundred taels of silver. Even a fool wouldn't spend that much. Besides, your friends are just drinking buddies, so it's fine not to invite them. If you really want to get together, then let's have one family per year."

Gu Huaizhou was about to frown when Song Wenjun cut him off again: "Husband, don't you think about it? You're just a lowly commander of the capital guards, living such a life of extravagance. Aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of petty people? Don't you know how many people are eyeing your position?"

Song Wenjun's words were reasonable and well-founded, and she was indeed considering his best interests.

For a moment, Gu Huaizhou was speechless.

His plan to put on a stern face and make Song Wenjun feel threatened also failed.

He has no powerful backing; if he is impeached, his official career will likely come to an end.

Gu Huaizhou didn't want to bring up the matter of the allowance again, thinking that if he was careful with his money, he should be able to manage.

Jiang Miaoyin will be able to return to the manor in about half a month. At that time, she will also have her allowance, and I will be able to relax a bit.

With his worries gone, Gu Huaizhou's smile became more genuine.

He reached out to tease the child, and the tiny baby looked at him with its big, dark eyes, looking incredibly cute.

"I've come up with a few names for the child, what do you think?"

Song Wenjun looked at him with a smile: "Go on, I'm listening."

"Gu Jueshu, Gu Chengze, which one do you think is better?"

Song Wenjun pretended to ponder for a moment; she didn't like either of the two names.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Let's call him Gu Jinyan, I think that's good."

"Tonight?" Gu Huaizhou pondered for a moment, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He just felt uncomfortable; Song Wenjun was becoming more and more opinionated, which was not a good thing.

Gu Huaizhou suppressed his displeasure and asked her, "Why do you have this name?"

"Well-versed in history and current affairs, with a cheerful and talkative demeanor, isn't that wonderful?" This name was one that Song Wenjun had already decided on. Seeing that Gu Huaizhou was still hesitating, she deliberately asked, "Does my husband think this name is not good? My husband is so obedient to me, I thought you would like it, so I took the liberty of making this decision. If my husband doesn't like it..."

Song Wenjun's words suddenly reminded Gu Huaizhou of why she loved him so deeply.

Isn't it just because he dotes on her in every way?

He quickly replied, "No, I like it very much. As long as Madam likes it, I like it too."

Sure enough, Song Wenjun's face showed that same infatuated smile as before: "I knew my husband wouldn't object."

At this point, Song Wenjun paused for a moment: "The baby will be a month old soon. I wonder what kind of gift my husband will give Ayan for his one-month celebration? I was thinking that ordinary gifts would be things like longevity locks. Why don't you give Ayan something special?"

"Special?" Gu Huaizhou pondered. He did indeed intend to give the child a longevity lock.

But since Song Wenjun had guessed it, he was too embarrassed to bring it up again.

“What do you want?” he asked.

Song Wenjun counted on her fingers, saying, "The family is large and prosperous, so naturally there will be no shortage of things for the children. But parents always want to plan more for their children. Doesn't my husband have a mountain forest? I want to ask for it for Ayan and plant it full of fruit trees for him."

That mountain forest had fertile land, and Jiang Miaoyin had long been eyeing it.

However, Gu Huaizhou remained tight-lipped, as he couldn't explain to the household that he had rashly given the gift to Jiang Miaoyin.

He was somewhat reluctant to let Song Wenjun bring it up now, but when he thought about how it was for the child, he felt it didn't matter.

"Okay, I'll have Sanfu bring the land deed to you later." Gu Huaizhou readily agreed. Giving it to the child was essentially giving it to Jiang Miaoyin, and she wouldn't mind even if she found out.

Unintentionally, Song Wenjun did him a great favor.

Gu Huaizhou thought to himself with smug satisfaction that this idiot actually laughed out loud.

Seeing him laughing like that, Song Wenjun couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"I am happy to see my child, and even more so because I have such a virtuous wife to help me. That makes me feel at ease and carefree."

Gu Huaizhou was always full of sweet talk, and his behavior in public was impeccable.

In the capital, it was widely known that he doted on his wife like a treasure, and Song Wenjun became the envy of all the women in the city.

Everyone says she married the right person and found a good husband.

Song Wenjun lowered her head, feigning shyness, but in reality, she felt like she was about to vomit.

Fortunately, Gu Huaizhou left after a short time, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to stand it.

Before long, Sanfu brought the land deeds for the mountain forest to Song Wenjun.

She glanced at the land deed, a cold smile playing on her lips, and then put it into the drawer.

Before long, Xiao Tao brought a bowl of nourishing soup to Song Wenjun: "Madam, here is your medicine."

Song Wenjun looked at the bowl of medicine, but there was no joy in her eyes. She reached out and took the medicine, then poured it into the flowerpot.