Being given an extra 121 yuan all at once made her feel somewhat embarrassed about accepting it. She declined, saying, “Please just pay the original price; there’s no need to round it up.”
“88 is an auspicious number.”
After repeated insistence from the accountant, Wen Ci finally accepted the money. She proactively extended her hand, a slight smile curving her lips, and said, “Next time Jiangnan Department Store purchases clothes from me, I’ll give you a 1% discount.”
Don’t think a 1% discount is insignificant. In an era where the average monthly salary was just a few dozen yuan, saving ten yuan on every thousand yuan spent could add up to significant savings on labor costs for orders worth tens of thousands.
“Looking forward to our next cooperation.”
…
The golden sunlight was brilliant. Wen Ci stretched contentedly under the warm sun—she had earned over twenty thousand again today! What a delight!
Counting the sales from the past few days, she had already made nearly one hundred thousand yuan. Once she earned another hundred thousand, she could settle the payment with Xu Jinghe. After deducting shipping costs, the rest would be pure profit.
Wen Ci returned to the warehouse to check the stock.
There were still at least four-fifths of the goods left in the warehouse.
Wen Ci rubbed her hands together excitedly.
Suddenly, the voices of a few workers sounded from outside the warehouse: “Boss Wen, do you still need us to load goods today? If not, we’re planning to head off.”
“You can go,” Wen Ci replied.
Even if she rented a small truck and had the workers load it now, by the time they reached the market, the elderly shoppers would probably have already gone home to cook lunch.
“Alright, we’re off then, Boss Wen.”
“Okay, okay.”
Wen Ci didn’t stay much longer at the warehouse either. As she passed the green-skinned train station, she spotted a familiar figure—a woman dressed in exquisite clothing.
Wen Ci massaged her temples.
There really are a lot of these ‘swallows and orioles’ fascinated by Huo Jingyuan.
Su Wanqing had also returned from the Northwest.
Wen Ci sighed softly, feeling a headache coming on. It wasn’t that she worried the ‘dog man’ would change his heart, but rather that she was weary of this kind of tiresome drama.
The problem was, Su Wanqing persistently pursued Huo Jingyuan even though she knew full well he was married.
She even used foreign concepts as an excuse, saying things like: “A man and woman truly in love cannot be torn apart. If they can be separated, it means their love wasn’t real.”
It was simply a complete collapse of moral principles.
Wen Ci let out a long sigh. She didn’t know what trouble Su Wanqing might stir up upon returning to Beijing, but she sincerely hoped the woman wouldn’t start hovering around her.
Otherwise, she really wouldn’t mind engineering a complete social ostracization for Su Wanqing.
So what if she had lived abroad for years? When in Beijing, one must understand social customs and norms. And what the common people detested most were women who meddled in other people’s families.
Hers and Huo Jingyuan’s was even a military marriage.
Just the gossip alone could lead to social ruin.
…
Arriving home,
Wen Yaozu was still exercising. He had already adapted to running. To achieve full-body weight loss, he needed to work on his upper body too, and Huo Jingyuan had arranged other exercises for him.
“Sis, why are you back so early?”
“Where’s your brother-in-law?”
“On the phone in the living room.”
Suddenly, Wen Ci remembered that Huo Jingyuan’s grandparents probably didn’t know about his injury yet. To get the computer for Wen Yaozu, he would certainly have to tell his grandparents about it.
Just then, Huo Jingyuan walked from the living room into the courtyard. He looked tired, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly as he said, “Grandpa and Grandma are coming to Beijing.”
“?”
Wen Ci raised a hand to her forehead, but she quickly accepted the reality of meeting the elders. Sooner or later, the ‘daughter-in-law’ must meet her in-laws. She had been married to Huo Jingyuan for quite a while now without having met his elders.
Wen Ci looked very seriously at Huo Jingyuan. “As the younger generation, how can we let the two elders make a special trip to Beijing? We should go to Hangzhou to see them.”
Huo Jingyuan asked, “But don’t you still have your business to manage?”
How could business be more important than meeting the elders?
Especially when they were Huo Jingyuan’s own grandparents.
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