Wu Yue'e gathered her silk shawl and said, "Her grandfather is also a writer. We published a book together decades ago. We are old friends. So when she comes, I can't just chase her away. Do you understand?"
Fu Nanli looked unhappy, but still responded, "I know."
Wu Yue'e snorted softly: "Didn't you cause this yourself?"
Fu Nanli: "…What does it have to do with me?"
"It's because you are so pretty that all the girls want to get close to you."
Fu Nanli was at a loss for words.
"So, what good ideas does grandma have?"
He always has a cold face when he is outside, but these women still want to get close to him. What else can he do
Wu Yue'e clapped his hands, complaining and proud: "What else can I do? You have a handsome face, you inherited it from me, how can I blame you?"
Wen Qiao looked at the two of them with a smile on her face, and thought that the old man and the young man, and the old lady, were very cute despite their age.
In the afternoon, I played mahjong with the old lady for a while. The housekeeper formed a team, and Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli teamed up to lose money to the old lady.
The old lady found out and slammed the table: "You two are just fooling me, take it seriously, or I won't play cards with you anymore."
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Nanli, who nodded. Wen Qiao stopped letting her win. By four o'clock, the old lady had lost a lot of money. She said, "I don't want to play anymore. I'm going to lose all my money."
Fu Nanli: "I can't lose to you, and I can't win you either, old lady, your playing cards are not very good."
Probably the only one in this family who dares to say that the old lady’s playing cards are not good is Fu Nanli.
Wen Qiao took out a stack of banknotes from the small drawer and wanted to return it to the old lady, but Fu Nanli gave her a look and she did not extend her hand.
Wu Yue'e pretended to be angry: "How dare you say that my playing cards are bad? You have never played with your aunt. Her playing cards are really bad. She starts to complain when she loses a little money. Those who win money are all unlucky."
After talking a little more and staying for dinner, the two left the mansion together.
Wen Qiao looked embarrassed: "Isn't it a bit bad to take grandma's gift and win her money?"
Fu Nanli chuckled: "You pay back the money, which means that the old lady can't afford to lose. That's the old lady's personality. She likes to throw a tantrum. Do you really think she cares about such a small amount of money? I gave you such an expensive bracelet."
Wen Qiao touched the bracelet on his left wrist: "Is it expensive?"
“I can buy an apartment nearby.”
Wen Qiao: …
She had expected it to be expensive, but she really didn't expect it to be so expensive. Here, in the city, every inch of land is valuable, and a bracelet can be so expensive.
"My grandmother's ancestors were important officials in the imperial court, and her grandmother's family was a wealthy family, rich enough to rival a country. My grandmother was very favored in her family, so she had the best food, clothing, and daily necessities. She had a royal tailor to make a custom cheongsam. Anything she took out of the old house in Shaocheng was an antique and could be exchanged for an apartment."
Wen Qiao was amazed.
She thought she was already wealthy with a net worth of over 100 million, but she didn't expect that the saying "poverty limits my imagination" still applies to her.
She stroked the bracelet gently: "I have to put it away carefully when I get home. I can't bump into it. Oh, by the way, there is a horse race in Haicheng soon. I wonder if your grandfather's horse will participate."
Fu Nanli: "I will definitely participate."
The old man had already lost interest in this sport, but now, suddenly there was a strong competitor, how could he resist not participating.
(End of this chapter)