"Mom, why are you so annoying?" the little boy said discontentedly, "Our family isn’t short of money, is it? What’s wrong with having a little more to eat? Isn’t the money my dad makes ant for us siblings to spend?"
"Besides, if I don’t spend it, won’t it be a boon for that little bastard’s kid?" The boy argued confidently, which left his mother fuming.
"Fool, what right does a concubine’s son have to inherit the family business?" the woman said, "What you’re spending now is your own, so get back to school right now and listen to your teacher. You better take the exam this year. If you don’t pass the Cultivated Talent exam, I’ll break your legs."
"I won’t take the exam, what’s the point?" The boy finally broke free from the woman’s hold and shouted, "I’ll just do business with my dad in the future. As for the imperial exam, I won’t bother with it. Whoever wants to take it can go ahead. Moreover, does being an official make money? Don’t think I don’t know. The salary each year is just a pittance. Those who seem rich got their money through corruption. I don’t want to be so lousy official. That little money isn’t even enough to afford a Seafood Blast."
"Nonsense, absolute nonsense..."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia laughed. This little boy really saw things clearly.
Yang Chuxia’s laughter caught the attention of the bickering mother and son.
"Yang Chuxia..."
"Shen Qiu, long ti no see!"
Indeed, the woman scolding the child was none other than Shen Qiu, who years ago wanted to compete with Yang Chuxia over grandchildren.
Over ten years had changed Shen Qiu a lot. Not that she had aged much or that life had been too hard on her, but she’d gained quite a bit of weight.
It seems middle age and prosperity had added to her figure, which was why Yang Chuxia had to stare for a while before recognizing her.
However, Shen Qiu recognized Yang Chuxia imdiately.
Yang Chuxia really had good fortune, unchanged over the years. Living in the Capital City, she’d beco even more dignified than before.
And well, it’s said she’s a Marchioness, with her son a prince. The family probably has enough servants to line two streets, and surely she’s eating imperial bestowed delicacies. How could she not be poised?
Also, standing beside her was Ye Zi’an, who, surprisingly, still treated her as well as before.
Seeing Ye Zi’an’s bearing, oh, what was she thinking back then to let such a great gem slip away?
Yang Chuxia noticed the jealousy in her eyes was barely concealed, so she rely furrowed her brow and didn’t plan to speak much with her—eating was more important.
But Shen Qiu just had to call out to her, raising her chin, "Yang Chuxia, why have you returned to the hotown? Were you stripped of your position?"
As she spoke, her eyes roved over Yang Chuxia and the space behind her. Hm, not dressed particularly well, and no servants following—this led Shen Qiu to her suspicion.
Just as Yang Chuxia was about to retort, Ye Zi’an spoke up, "Yes, I was indeed stripped of my position. In the future in Wangquan Town, we’ll need Madam Zhang to take care of us a bit more."
"No problem!" Shen Qiu said arrogantly with a wave of her hand, "I had a decent relationship with Yang Chuxia when we were young, so taking care of each other is only right."
Shen Qiu didn’t notice that her son was already standing to the side, pulling a wry smile.
"Yang Chuxia, how many children do you have?"
Before the previous question was even settled, Shen Qiu had already jumped to another topic.
"Four!"
As soon as she answered, Shen Qiu smiled proudly and smugly, "I have five children, three sons and two daughters."
At last, she could beat Yang Chuxia in sothing, how could she not be proud?
Yang Chuxia twitched her mouth, realizing why she asked. Years ago, it was about competing with grandchildren. Now it seems the competition is about the number of children.
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