“Thank you, Brother-in-law.” Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, Wen Yaozu blinked and said, “How about I kowtow to you as a thank you?”
Huo Jingyuan and Wen Ci: “…”
“Why are you silent? How about the kowtow?”
Wen Ci glanced down at him. “Could you please just shut your mouth?”
“Oh.”
When they arrived home, still mindful of the afternoon’s events, Huo Jingyuan didn’t mention anything about marital intimacies that evening. He soaked his feet, picked up a magazine, and got into bed.
Wen Ci applied some scented lotion to her face, making her already dewy skin appear even more radiant and flushed with a pearly glow.
She wore a silk nightgown. As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw the man absorbed in reading his magazine.
She walked slowly to the bedside. The silk nightgown accentuated Wen Ci’s curves, and under the overhead light, her fair, tender skin was faintly visible through the fabric.
Wen Ci looked at him with smiling, curved eyes and said playfully, “Regiment Commander Huo, have you turned over a new leaf?”
“Hmm?” Huo Jingyuan looked puzzled.
Then, he put down the magazine in his hand. Wen Ci’s graceful figure filled his view. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his deep, ink-like eyes were filled with desire. “Wife, you’re doing this on purpose.”
His voice was low and held a note of helplessness.
“Why does that sound like resignation to me?” Wen Ci raised an eyebrow.
“It’s not resignation.”
Night fell, with his lovely wife in his arms.
The next day, Wen Ci got up very early.
Even before reaching the suburban warehouse, she encountered Second Brother Su’s vehicle on the main road near the entrance. He rolled down the window. “Boss Wen, someone was looking for you at the company yesterday.”
“I know.” Wen Ci smiled.
She had anticipated it.
The quality of the clothes she sold was, if not the absolute best, certainly among the top, and her wholesale prices were the lowest.
A few minutes later.
Wen Ci asked, “Who was looking for me?”
“Owners of several large department stores in Beijing were asking for you. They said you could sell your clothes to them—they’ll take as much as you have.”
“I should go find them?” Wen Ci raised an eyebrow.
“Yep.”
“I see.” Wen Ci’s expression remained calm.
Internally, however, she felt immense disdain.
They want me to go to them? If she were selling high-end, expensive clothing, she might have hurriedly taken the initiative to discuss cooperation with the department stores.
But her clothes were priced as the absolute cheapest in all of Beijing.
Why should she be so proactive?
Even if she didn’t sell this batch of goods to the department stores or wholesale markets, she could still sell it all; it would just take a bit longer.
“Second Brother Su, I’d like to rent your vehicle again today.”
“Ah? Boss Wen, shouldn’t you rent my elder brother’s truck instead? To sell the clothes in the warehouse to the department stores?”
“There’s no rush.”
Her clothes were sold for nine yuan per jin. If sold to department stores, the price would undoubtedly be doubled. For now, she could sell in the countryside, offering the clothes cheaply to the ordinary people who truly needed them.
“Alright.”
Second Brother Su didn’t say much more. After all, the person before him was the boss; his job was simply to follow instructions. “So, Boss Wen, where are we going to sell today?”
Wen Ci thought for a moment. “What days are the major markets usually held in the counties around Beijing?”
“Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.”
Wen Ci: “…”
Today happened to be a Friday.
Wen Ci pondered. We went to the eastern market yesterday. How about going to the western market today?
Just as she was thinking, a girl with a ponytail approached. She looked extremely tired, but her face was lit up with a smile.
“Are you Boss Wen?”
Wen Ci tilted her head, puzzled. “And you are?”
The girl introduced herself: “I’m from Beijing, but I work in Tongzhou. I heard from my mother yesterday that you sell clothes for eight yuan per jin, is that right?”
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