Shen Yunhuai: …
Give him a piece of tofu—he’d like to see if he could knock himself to death with it.
Shen Yunxi: ?!
Even though she didn’t manage the household or go into the kitchen or do the purchasing, she still knew that cabbage was supposed to be the cheapest thing around.
It was literally everywhere in the market!
And it cost one tael of silver per head?
And tofu—street vendors sold tofu pudding for only a single copper coin per bowl.
Could tofu, a common everyday dish, really be that expensive?
Originally, Shen Yunxi would have trusted her mother with her life.
But now… she was starting to feel uncertain.
Shen Yunhuai quietly clenched his fist.
What he couldn’t accept the most was that even their deceased mother’s belongings had been sold off?
For so many years, Mrs. Meng had managed the household, and no one had ever doubted her.
Had the Shen household truly been hollowed out by her?
“Elder Sister-in-law…”
“The Qingyun Alley doesn’t only house the orphans of soldiers who followed the Marquis—it also contains other people. You can investigate it yourselves.”
Shen Yunhuai had originally intended to agree, but unexpectedly, his sister-in-law had already given him a hint.
“Since you’ve given me authority over the household, I have the right to cut off this expense.”
Wen Jiushu’s voice was calm—
but firm and unyielding.
Shen Yunxi wanted to speak, but Shen Yunhuai quietly stopped her.
“Elder Sister-in-law is the mistress of this household. All internal expenses can be decided by her,” he said smoothly.
Right now, the priority was to investigate Qingyun Alley and the missing family heirlooms.
Wen Jiushu looked at him with slight surprise, then simply gave a faint “mm.”
“Have you eaten? If not, sit and eat together.”
Shen Yunhuai froze.
Her demeanor at that moment… actually felt a bit like a real elder sister-in-law.
They say the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother. If he didn’t already know her inner voice, he might really have thought she treated them as family.
“We’ve already eaten. If there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave,” he said.
Wen Jiushu didn’t keep them.
She simply nodded and let them go.
Shen Yunxi tried to speak again, but Shen Yunhuai dragged her away by the arm, leaving only a blur behind.
“Third Brother, why are you pulling me?!” she protested.
“If I don’t, are you planning to keep courting death?”
“You! Third Brother, do you really believe her inner voice? Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?!”
Shen Yunxi rolled her eyes unhappily.
Shen Yunhuai’s expression was grave.
“You’d better not dismiss it.”
It was absurd—but it was real.
“Why are you so convinced about her?” Shen Yunxi looked at him suspiciously. “Don’t tell me… don’t tell me you’re betraying Big Brother?”
She even made a gesture.
“A green hat.”
Shen Yunhuai said expressionlessly, “Shen Yunxi, is your paralysis in your legs or your brain?”
“I’m not paralyzed! Don’t curse me!”
Then she suddenly looked a little shy.
She didn’t believe her “Brother Che” would ever hit a woman.
Brother Che was so gentle to her.
So kind to her.
How could that sister-in-law, who didn’t even know him, say he would abuse her?
In her mind, she had already decided she would marry Brother Che and no one else.
But Wen Jiushu had said she would marry a man who would abuse her and cause her six miscarriages.
That was basically a curse!
“You should show some respect to Elder Sister-in-law,” Shen Yunhuai said coldly.
He was usually carefree and unserious.
But suddenly becoming serious made Shen Yunxi uncomfortable.
She pouted.
“Fine. It’s not my fault. She’s beautiful, and she’s pregnant too—I just thought you might be trying to steal Big Brother’s woman.”
Shen Yunhuai didn’t even bother responding.
Idiotic.
Even a rabbit doesn’t eat from its own nest.
No matter how much of a mess he was, he wouldn’t have any improper thoughts about his sister-in-law.
“If it wasn’t you, then whose child is she carrying?” Shen Yunxi asked, touching her nose.
It was obvious she had seriously suspected he might have “cuckolded” his brother.
If the child was born, how would they even tell uncle from father?
Shen Yunhuai glanced at her coldly.
“I’ve already written to Big Brother. Nine times out of ten, the child is his.”
Shen Yunxi was stunned.
“But outside people say she’s only three months pregnant—how could it be Big Brother’s…”
The timelines don’t match, do they?
Shen Yunhuai smiled faintly at her.
“Who said you can only do that after marriage?”
“Maybe… Big Brother ate first, and thought about the soup later.”