A mere housekeeper in Tianji Pavilion is so wealthy, it seems that as the Pavilion Master, Su Qingyue must be incredibly rich.
Jealousy flashed across Qianru's face; she smiled as she put the silver notes into her sleeve pocket. "Brother Fu, you are so kind to me."
Fu Chou stroked her beautiful face. "It's only natural."
Qianru snuggled obediently in his arms, thinking that waiting for him to figure it out would take forever; she had to come up with a plan to administer a strong dose of medicine next time to force him to kill Su Qingyue.
...
Pear Blossom Villa was festively decorated everywhere, and the servants' faces were full of joy.
Tomorrow is the Estate Owner's wedding day; which servant would dare to show a sour look and provoke the Estate Owner?
Chang Haotian was sitting alone at the stone table in the yard, drinking in silence.
The closer it got to the wedding, the worse his mood became, the more he was troubled.
