A Good Country Wife
Chapter 326 - 320: A Good Show To Watch_1

Chapter 326: Chapter 320: A Good Show To Watch_1

Lin Yue held four silver notes, each worth five thousand taels, in her hand, and only then did she feel that the past months of painstaking embroidery in her room had been so worthwhile. That was a whole twenty thousand taels! She had the money to build her manor and to buy a house in the city. There was nothing to worry about. Lin Yue now had the demeanor of someone with enough wealth to do anything, lazily leaning on the lounge chair Zhao Erhu had made for her, her eyes squinting in contentment. She was probably pondering how to spend the money wisely, swinging her right leg over her left in a most leisurely and comfortable manner.

Zhao Erhu, seeing Lin Yue’s tempting little manner, felt an itch in his heart and eagerly edged closer, his hands not remaining idle as they started to roam over Lin Yue’s body. "Wife, what are you thinking about?"

Lin Yue’s mind was still full of various thoughts, and she didn’t pay much attention to Zhao Erhu’s little advances. After all, she had gotten used to Zhao Erhu’s "tofu-eating" antics and failed to notice his increasingly bold moves, not even realizing her undergarment had been untied.

"I’m thinking about how to spend the money. Zhao Erhu, I’m a rich woman now. Twenty thousand taels of silver, truly an overnight fortune. Later, let’s go to the city and inquire if there are any suitable houses to buy. Next spring, Dalang and the others will be off to study, and we need to buy and prepare the house in advance, so they can move into a comfortable home when the time comes."

"Sure, tomorrow your husband will accompany you to the city to have a look. But right now, shouldn’t you be taking good care of your husband first? Be a good wife, let your husband take great care of you," Zhao Erhu said as he swept Lin Yue off the lounge chair into his arms.

"Hey, I don’t want to, Zhao Erhu. Can you not mess around, please? I haven’t even put away my silver notes yet." Lin Yue was in no mood to engage in Zhao Erhu’s playful banter with the arrival of the silver, her mind occupied with a multitude of plans. She wriggled to get out of Zhao Erhu’s embrace but was thrown onto the bed and pinned down.

"The silver notes won’t get lost, wife. Be good, will you? Being such a considerate person, you should think more about your husband. These days, it has been one thing after another. Think about how long it has been since your husband tended to his duties, I have been missing it so much. Just be a good girl and accept it, and afterwards, I’ll do whatever you ask of me," Zhao Erhu said, not waiting for Lin Yue to utter any word of protest before sealing her incessantly babbling mouth.

By the time Lin Yue woke up, it was already the next day. She rubbed her aching small waist, harboring some resentment. Men are just carnivorous beasts, not eating meat for a few meals and they become ferocious. Yesterday, Zhao Erhu really went at it, tormenting her without allowing any pleas for mercy, all the while repeatedly calling her Little Yueyue, forcing her to comply over and over. Lin Yue understood that Zhao Erhu, this petty man, was deliberately tormenting her because he was jealous of Jiang Ziqi, and instead of speaking up earlier, he chose this time to act out.

Buying a house was not something that could be done in a short while. It needed careful inquiry to find one of proper size and price. With Dalang and the others attending Songshan Academy, it had to be close enough for convenience. Taking various factors into account, it was best to have someone familiar with the business to avoid being cheated. Lin Yue had originally planned to go with Zhao Erhu to seek Zhao Xinglin’s assistance, but when Jiang Ziqi learned about it, he took the task upon himself.

With Jiang Ziqi’s help, Lin Yue was of course happy to relax. Such matters were trifles for Jiang Ziqi, easily dealt with a simple order. Most likely, he would just instruct Liu, the manager of Jimin Hall, to handle it. Liu had been in Xin’an City for many years, managing the Jiang Family’s assets, with good connections and skilled tactics, as well as a keen sense of information. There was no one more suitable than him for this task.

Manager Liu was also very happy to do things for Lin Yue, immediately undertaking any task assigned to him, because through Lin Yue, Young Master had come to regard Doctor Zheng in a different light. Naturally, he too coveted the high regard of the Young Master. The Young Master was the future Family Head of the Jiang Family, and if he could win his favor and recognition for his efficiency, his future would be boundless.

At this time, Manager Liu was unaware that Jiang Ziqi had already taken over the position of Family Head. Moreover, since Jiang Ziqi had assumed the position not long ago, this news had not yet been announced externally. Only a small segment of the Jiang Family’s power holders knew about it. Although everyone was aware that Jiang Ziqi was the Jiang Family’s future heir, officially taking over as Family Head was an entirely different matter. Had Manager Liu known, he would have been even more anxious and reverent.

"Brother Jiang, thank you, if it weren’t for your help, I would still have to trouble others to ask around." Since he had helped her, Lin Yue naturally had to flatter him well. With a smile, she brought over tea and refreshments with more enthusiasm than usual. Lin Yue did this on purpose; she was still furious from being tormented viciously by Zhao Erhu the day before. Wasn’t Zhao Erhu fond of getting jealous? She might as well let him stew in his own vinegar.

Jiang Ziqi also felt Lin Yue’s unusual warmth, and he raised his eyebrows as he took the tea personally served by her, "The color is a clear green, aromatic and rich, the taste fresh and mellow—what excellent tea. It’s rare that it’s personally roasted by Little Yueyue; it has an extraordinary flavor when drunk. One of my greatest pleasures in life is drinking tea. If you happen to have any extra, I wonder if you could set some aside for me to take back with me."

"Your face is thick enough, asking for things without any discomfort," Zhao Erhu said sarcastically, unable to stand seeing his young wife being so attentive to Jiang Ziqi. Although Jiang Ziqi had indeed helped their family, he was aware of it but just couldn’t stand it. The two men had developed a pattern of interaction: unless they were discussing serious business, they would banter back and forth, each making sarcastic jabs, each begrudging the other.

Lin Yue glared at Zhao Erhu, "We have so much—do you think you can finish it all by yourself? Brother Jiang has seen all kinds of fine tea leaves; his wanting our tea leaves shows his esteem for us. Don’t listen to Zhao Erhu’s nonsense, Brother Jiang, rest assured, I’ll pack some up for you later."

On any ordinary day, Lin Yue might have given in to Zhao Erhu’s face, but that old man had made her cry fiercely through last night’s ordeal without respite, leaving her throat still somewhat hoarse—a hangover from the previous evening’s events.

Jiang Ziqi watched the couple spar with words, not sure what had soured their mood but certainly not willing to miss this opportunity to frustrate Zhao Erhu. Just as he was about to say something, he saw visitors at the yard—guests from Zhao Erhu’s home, two men dressed as scholars. One of them had features somewhat resembling Little Yueyue, while the other, upon entering, had his eyes fixed firmly on Little Yueyue, not shifting his gaze one bit. His expression clearly spelled out in bold letters—I like your wife.

Jiang Ziqi knew Lin Yue’s situation all too well. Seeing the guests and noting the unsightly look on Zhao Erhu’s face, he thought to himself that there would be quite the drama to watch today. Tsk, tsk, his timing couldn’t have been better.