After being in pain, Li Yuwei staggered back, secretly suffering.
Oh no…
Mom, don’t just look at how Qin Yanzhi gave gifts.
He was forced by his parents—he had no choice. Once the wedding is over, he’ll definitely turn around and take everything back.
Besides, once I marry Feng Shuangxi, I can get even more than this.
At that moment, Li Junlu walked out of the room, holding the red envelope, his heart aching slightly. There were thirty yuan inside—half a month’s salary for him, enough to cover a whole family’s expenses for a month.
And now it had all been squandered by this damned girl.
He suppressed his dissatisfaction and said, “Aci, I’m entrusting my precious daughter to you. You must treat her well.”
As he spoke, he handed over a red envelope.
Qin Yanzhi replied seriously, “Of course I will treat her well.”
Li Yuwei thought coldly: “You’ll make her hurt all over instead.”
Qin Yanzhi stayed briefly before taking his leave.
The whole family saw him out.
Qin Yanzhi’s gaze swept across everyone and landed on Ying Sisi. “Dad, I want to say a few words to my wife.”
“Alright.” Li Junlu immediately stepped aside and even pulled Song Hanmei away.
Song Hanmei, however, grabbed Li Yuwei and sighed regretfully, “Yanzhi is clearly someone who knows how to treat a wife. Tell me, what were you thinking, giving up such a good match for Ying Sisi and instead talking to that useless Feng Shuangxi? Are you out of your mind?”
She had just heard about it from her husband, and she was furious.
Looking at Qin Yanzhi—tall, handsome, composed—she wished she could pry open her daughter’s head to see what was inside.
“Mom, Feng Shuangxi isn’t what you think.”
“Don’t you dare mention that man again. Stay away from him. He’s clearly not a good person.”
“You’re being unreasonable!” Li Yuwei shouted, then ran out.
Ying Sisi had just seen Qin Yanzhi off when she noticed Li Yuwei rushing out with her head down, followed by Song Hanmei’s scolding voice: “Don’t come back if you leave!”
Fearing being dragged into the conflict, Ying Sisi quickly returned to her room.
She took out the red envelope.
This was what Qin Yanzhi had just received from Li Junlu. He said all wedding red envelopes would be given to her for safekeeping.
Perfect.
She could use this money for business.
She hid the money, quickly washed up, and went to sleep.
When she woke, the sky was still dim.
She got up, prepared breakfast for the family, grabbed two steamed buns, and headed out early with a bag for window decorations.
At the market, she bought a large stack of red paper and went straight to the family compound to start cutting window flowers.
Originally, she planned to make and sell them day by day, but without a bicycle, transporting them was inconvenient. So she changed the plan: half a day of making, half a day of selling.
After a morning of hard work, she finally finished, cleaned up the paper scraps, and carried her bag on foot to the black market.
Like last time, she found a spot that was neither too good nor too bad and set up her stall.
Business was surprisingly good—she quickly sold a thick stack.
Just as she was feeling pleased with herself, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
“Wife?!”
Ying Sisi turned sharply, her pupils shrinking. She gasped and held her breath.
It was Qin Yanzhi.
Why was he here?
She was wrapped tightly in a cotton coat today, only her eyes visible, yet he still recognized her.
“A… Aci,” she stammered.
Qin Yanzhi stepped forward, slightly frowning, looking at her and then at the stall. “Yours?”
“Uh… yes,” she had no way to deny it.
In this era, business people were looked down upon.
They were seen as speculators, as people who didn’t do proper work.
The Qin family had status—how could their daughter-in-law be selling things at a street stall?
If word got out, would they reject her?
She didn’t dare look at him and lowered her gaze.
Even when customers called out to her, she didn’t respond.
Qin Yanzhi instead said calmly, “They’re asking how much this costs.”