"A thousand? Or was it two thousand? I can’t rember." The next second, "Ah, my dear, let go, it hurts, it really hurts!"
"You should die from the pain, you family-ruining wretch, spending money recklessly, you’re infuriating, do you not know how hard it is to make money? A set of jewelry so expensive? Wearing it on my head, I’m scared it will get robbed." Her grip on Ye Zi’an’s waist tightened a notch.
"My dear, I’m a man, a man." How could he be a family-ruining woman?
"Fine, a family-ruining man, then." Yang Chuxia was so angry she couldn’t help but laugh, "Next ti, you’ll be in charge of managing the business! Are you also going to collect the rents from the estate?"
Ye Zi’an suddenly felt a great injustice, thinking to himself how unfair it was that he got beaten for buying his wife a gift.
"You feel wronged?"
Seeing that he was silent, Yang Chuxia raised her voice.
"Absolutely not!" Ye Zi’an quickly stated, "Everything my dear says is correct, I will never spend money recklessly again, is that alright?"
"No way, I need to control the money you carry from now on, can’t give you too much. You’re also not allowed to buy things anymore, our household now has two sons to raise, and in the future, the tuition fees for their schooling, the betrothal gifts, and the dowries for when they get married, aren’t they all going to cost money? We need to start saving."
Yang Chuxia thought to herself that indeed she needed to start planning their finances carefully—whether it’s taking a wife or marrying off, betrothal gifts and dowries are lavish as can be, not to ntion the less wealthy households.
Their family could be considered quite well-off now, and likely even more so in a decade or so, by which ti the betrothal gifts would probably be even more expensive. It all added up to quite a sum of money.
It seems she needed to start saving dowries for her sons from now on.
"Tsk tsk, raising sons is really like paying debts." Seeing her counting on her fingers, Ye Zi’an began to resent his sons again. Seriously, buying things for his dear was a pleasure; because of his sons, his own pleasures were getting stripped away. If this wasn’t incurring debts, what was it?
Seeing Yang Chuxia continuing her calculations, seemingly about to grab a pen, Ye Zi’an hurriedly stepped forward to pull her away, "My dear, stop calculating. It will be at least fifteen or sixteen years before our sons need to marry, right? In all these years, as long as I do my job well, I could get promoted, and then the salary and rewards will be much more. We won’t need to worry about the sons’ betrothal gifts. Not to ntion the far future, we can just keep the rewards from the Emperor now, and when the ti cos, any two items can make a dazzling betrothal gift. Add a few other things, and it should be enough."
"That makes sense, haha." Persuaded by him, Yang Chuxia suddenly felt she might have been worrying too much.
"So, my dear, there’s no need to cut my pocket money, right?" Ye Zi’an leaned in close with hopeful eyes, "It’s tough being out without money! Buying things for my dear is a hobby! It wouldn’t be nice to deprive of that, would it?"
"Pfft, smooth talker!" Yang Chuxia pushed him away, "I’m hungry; I need to go eat first. We’ll talk about your issue later."
"My dear~~~" Ye Zi’an watched her leave, with a face full of grievance for not having received a clear answer.
When Yang Chuxia reached the doorway and turned back to see him looking so forlorn, she let out a laugh, "Behave yourself and take care of the children upstairs, and if you do it well, I will consider your money issue."
"My dear can rest assured, I will take good care of Lele and Yangyang." Hearing this, Ye Zi’an imdiately got up to look after the children.
Once she had gone downstairs, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but laugh again. Ever since Brother An had gotten married, he had beco more and more playful. She always said Yangyang took after her, but sotis she felt he actually resembled Brother An more.
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