Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 97 - 81: What’s This, Making Our Eyes All Watery?

Chapter 97: Chapter 81: What’s This, Making Our Eyes All Watery?

The sound of pages turning.

Zhao Qiao’Er looked at the ledger. It was true.

Her sweetheart had already withdrawn forty thousand taels this past month.

Just a few days ago, he had made the largest withdrawal yet, taking twenty thousand taels in silver notes.

The estate’s treasury originally held ninety thousand taels, but now less than thirty thousand remained.

"How’d he spend so much? Has he been gambling?"

Zhao Qiao’Er closed the ledger, her curiosity piqued.

The old steward immediately shook his head.

"No, the Young Master has no such vices.

He even said that once the factory starts making big money, he’ll tear down our family’s casinos in Taiping City.

Of the money spent, forty thousand taels went to the factory outside the city. It’s just that the twenty thousand from a few days ago is unaccounted for."

Zhao Qiao’Er nodded slightly.

"He probably has another use for it. Don’t come to me about this kind of thing in the future. Just let him spend it."

The old steward nodded earnestly.

The old steward hadn’t come today to tattle or anything of the sort.

He was simply doing his duty.

After all, he was the steward, and the money in the treasury was flowing out every day like a floodgate had been opened.

The madam stayed in the central courtyard every day, never stepping out of the inner or outer gates.

There were some things he had to let the madam know, no matter what.

Even so, the old steward knew that given the madam’s relationship with the Young Master, nothing would come of it.

After all, who in the estate didn’t know that the Young Master was about to become the new Mr. Lu?

But some things still had to be said. After all, the madam was still the one in charge of the household.

If he didn’t say anything, the fault would be his.

Being a steward meant one had to be cautious and proper.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to serve the rather short-tempered Zhao Qiao’Er for so many years.

"The end of the year is coming, and the staff needs to be given their annual bonuses. Thirty thousand taels in the treasury definitely won’t be enough.

That little rascal will definitely ask for more later. Go to the bank tomorrow and withdraw a good amount.

First, it’s to prepare for when that little rascal runs out of money.

And second, we really earned a lot this year, and we even took down that other family.

Last year we gave out fifty thousand in bonuses. This year, let’s give out a hundred thousand so people don’t call us stingy."

Zhao Qiao’Er tightened the black cloak draped over her shoulders as she mused.

The old steward at her side immediately nodded.

"I’ll take care of it tomorrow."

After speaking, the old steward turned to leave.

However, after a moment’s thought, Zhao Qiao’Er suddenly reached out, grabbed the old steward by the collar, and yanked him back.

As the old steward turned his head in confusion, Zhao Qiao’Er glanced toward the East Wing, then leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"That little rascal isn’t keeping a woman on the side, is he?"

The old steward froze for a second, then hurriedly said:

"Absolutely not. I’m with the Young Master almost every day when he goes out and when he comes back.

There’s definitely nothing like that going on.

Besides, not only is the Young Master not keeping a mistress, he’s not even fooling around with other women.

I haven’t heard any of our men guarding the brothels say they’ve seen him there."

Hearing this, Zhao Qiao’Er was finally relieved.

’Keeping a mistress wasn’t a big deal in itself.

Never mind anyone else, even her own Travelers all had two or three women at home and another one or two on the side.

If that little rascal really found someone he fancied outside, she’d just have him bring the woman home for her to support.

He wouldn’t have to use the estate’s money to lavish on some woman outside, and it would save him the trouble of running back and forth.

But the problem was...

He hasn’t even finished settling things at home, and he’s already running off to keep a woman outside?

What’s that supposed to mean? The ones at home aren’t good enough, but the ones outside are so fragrant?

Hearing the old steward say that wasn’t the case, Zhao Qiao’Er was finally at ease.

The old steward then added:

"Besides, the Young Master said that the most beautiful person in the world is his wife.

And the most womanly woman in the world is you, Madam.

He said that looking at the cheap powders and crude paints outside would be a waste of his time."

The old steward’s words truly made Zhao Qiao’Er’s heart bloom with joy.

However, although she was secretly pleased beyond measure, she still feigned a scolding tone in front of the old steward, her face flushing red.

"What nonsense is that little rascal spouting~"

"Alright, alright, you can go now. I have to get back to eating dumplings."

The old steward bowed repeatedly without a word. Only after Zhao Qiao’Er had entered the East Wing did he turn to attend to his duties.

’The madam might have said that, but her expression, her tone... Wasn’t she just like a big mother cat in heat?’

...

"I wasn’t even back yet, how could you start eating without me~"

Zhao Qiao’Er said in a pouting, coquettish voice as she entered the room, seeing that everyone at the table had already started eating without her.

Song Meiqin, however, raised an eyebrow.

"What?

The big boss is sitting right here eating. Why should we wait for the second-in-command?"

Zhao Qiao’Er scoffed at Song Meiqin.

"Tch, being second-in-command is still better than being no-in-command like you!"

With that, Zhao Qiao’Er sat down next to Lu Yuan and began to eat with a grin.

Song Meiqin shot Zhao Qiao’Er a strange look, muttering to herself inwardly.

’Why is this woman so happy after just stepping out for a bit?’

Lu Yuan didn’t have time to pay attention to their bickering. It was a regular occurrence for them; it would be strange if they *weren’t* bickering.

Lu Yuan shoveled dumplings into his mouth, his face a picture of admiration as he praised his wife sitting beside him:

"How did you make these so delicious~"

Beside them, Song Meiqin and Zhao Qiao’Er both nodded repeatedly and chimed in:

"They’re even better than what the estate’s chefs make~"

Su Liyan, her cheeks blushing, looked at her man and said shyly:

"It’s because you mixed the filling so well, darling~"

Seeing this, Zhao Qiao’Er and Song Meiqin couldn’t help but click their tongues.

’This young couple, honestly.

Each was always the best one in the other’s eyes.’