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

Seeing their expressions change, Song Wenjun's heart sank, and she asked somewhat uneasily, "Was it because my conditions were inappropriate, or...?"

"Sister Song, are you telling the truth?" The first to ask was Madam Li, her eyes filled with disbelief.

It seemed she never expected such a good thing to fall into her lap.

Selling cosmetics is like picking up silver from the ground.

Madam Xing and Madam Zhao also looked at Song Wenjun with tense and expectant expressions: "You're not joking?"

Seeing their nervous expressions, Song Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course not, I'm sincere, I just don't know if you ladies are willing."

“Of course we are willing,” they all said in unison.

Zhao, being straightforward, hurriedly said, "How could I not want such a good thing? I have two vacant shops that I'm just wondering what to sell. Aren't you just putting money in my pocket?"

“That’s right, I also have a spare shop, this is great, it’s another source of income.” Xue Shi hurriedly expressed her opinion.

All four agreed, which truly delighted Song Wenjun.

She said to the group, "Since no one has any objections, I will prepare the goods, and you can prepare to distribute them."

At this point, Song Wenjun smiled again and said, "Besides the rouge, powder, and hair ornaments in my shop, you can also sell soap."

"Really?" Xue hugged Song Wenjun excitedly, wishing she could kiss her on the cheek: "You really are our lucky charm."

They all knew the soap was selling well, but since Song Wenjun hadn't brought it up, no one dared to.

Now that she brought it up herself, she naturally regarded Song Wenjun as a benefactor.

Song Wenjun couldn't help but laugh: "My shop on Chang'an Street will be opening in a few days, and I'll be grateful if you ladies could come and support me."

"It's no big deal," Madam Xing assured, patting her chest. "I have many sisters-in-law; I'll have them all go and support you."

Helping Song Wenjun now is helping themselves, and everyone is full of enthusiasm.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, sisters."

"We're all sisters, why are you being so polite?"

The sisters all laughed. Making money together, that's what real sisters are all about.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Song Wenjun parted ways with the four beauties and returned to her residence.

Just as Song Wenjun arrived at the courtyard, Jiang Miaoyin came.

She left the yard on her own today; it seems she has something on her mind.

Song Wenjun remained calm, a smile on her face, and called out, "Sister-in-law, what brings you here?"

"I'm here to see you and the child," Jiang Miaoyin said, glancing around the room.

There was only Song Wenjun in the room; Gu Huaizhou was not there.

Her eyes fell into a melancholy.

Song Wenjun took in the look in her eyes and smiled, "The child is sleeping. He's gained a lot of weight these days, and he's so heavy to hold."

"Oh, really?" Jiang Miaoyin's eyes were drawn to the child.

She looked at the bed and saw Gu Jinyan, who was chubby and fair-skinned. His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were thick and dense.

This child is just so lovable.

As if she had just thought of something, Jiang Miaoyin hurriedly handed the things she had brought to Song Wenjun: "These little clothes are all handmade by me. They are made of good materials that are light and soft. Please don't mind them."

Song Wenjun took it, and saw that she had hidden all the stitches inside, so they were not visible from the outside.

Clearly, she put her heart into it.

Song Wenjun sneered inwardly. Jiang Miaoyin was convinced that Yan Yan was her child, which was why she cared so much about him.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't give her a chance to get close to the child.

"Thank you for your kindness, sister-in-law. I will accept it."

"Oh, okay." A hint of satisfaction flashed in Jiang Miaoyin's eyes; this was her son.

Song Wenjun raised his son for him, and he still wants to thank her? What a complete fool.

As the child grew older, she was nearing the end of her life.

When the time comes, she will reunite with her child and have Yan Yan call her "Mom".

Jiang Miaoyin was so preoccupied with her future happiness that she didn't notice the fleeting coldness in Song Wenjun's eyes.

She seemed to have forgotten one thing.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Let's see who has the last laugh.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside.

Gu Huaizhou walked in from outside, wearing a fox fur cloak, his tall figure almost blocking out the light in the room.

Upon seeing him, Jiang Miaoyin's pupils trembled slightly.

The sadness in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Gu Huaizhou was surprised to see her there, and his expression changed immediately, but he quickly regained his composure.

“My sister-in-law is here too,” he said.

Jiang Miaoyin hurriedly stood up, staring at him intently, and responded with a soft "yes".

Gu Huaizhou simply nodded to her, then walked over to Song Wenjun and asked her softly, "Was the child fussy today? Was he well-behaved?"

As he spoke, he stuffed a bag of pastries into Song Wenjun's hand.

Then, he smiled indulgently at her and said, "Fuji's dim sum, your favorite chestnut cake."

Song Wenjun smiled, but her heart remained completely calm.

Gu Huaizhou deliberately acted so intimately in front of her, hoping to provoke Jiang Miaoyin and make her leave, lest she give herself away.

Little did he know that Jiang Miaoyin had come here today to ambush him.

The two had been sulking and hadn't seen each other for over ten days. If she hadn't been waiting for him, Jiang Miaoyin wouldn't have come here to look for him.

Upon seeing him, his feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Jiang Miaoyin's face turned as white as paper, and she forced a smile: "You two have such a good relationship, it's truly enviable."

She spoke the word "envy" through gritted teeth.

Gu Huaizhou could certainly hear the sourness in her words, and couldn't help but glance at her.

After not seeing her for more than ten days, Jiang Miaoyin had lost a lot of weight.

His complexion wasn't good either, as if he had insufficient blood and energy.

Since it was the person he cherished most, Gu Huaizhou's heart ached as well.

"Sister-in-law, don't be sad. Although your elder brother is gone, you still have family in the mansion, and they will naturally miss you."

Jiang Miaoyin's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Gu Huaizhou nodded to her, then glanced at the sky.

He noticed that a few snowflakes were already falling outside, and he said, "Mother said she hasn't had the red date and longan tea that you make for her in a long time. If you have time, why don't you send a cup to her? She's always thinking of you."

Jiang Miaoyin's eyes glistened with tears, which she couldn't hold back and quickly wiped away with a handkerchief.

He forced a smile at Song Wenjun and said, "Look at me, I cry at the drop of a hat. It makes Wenjun laugh at me."

"How could that be? My sister-in-law is a devoted and righteous widow who has remained a widow for my brother. If my brother knew this in the afterlife, he would surely appreciate your kindness."

Song Wenjun smiled sincerely, but Jiang Miaoyin felt guilty and dared not look her in the eye: "I'm going to deliver jujube tea to my mother."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Gu Huaizhou watched her leave, looking like he wanted to chase after her but was holding back.

Song Wenjun chuckled inwardly and made up an excuse for him: "It's snowing outside, husband, go and bring your sister-in-law an umbrella."