Chapter 98 Does he really treat his wife like a maid?

"Oh, it's nothing. It's not like I'm getting married. I don't mind," Jiang Wang said nonchalantly, picking his nose.

Lily twitched the corners of her mouth. She wanted to talk about the racing team, but with Wang Ye there, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Anyway, we've already added each other on WeChat, so let's take it slow.

Jiang Wang left with the beautiful woman beside him. Lily stared at his departing figure, her expression somewhat wistful.

She had no improper thoughts about Jiang Wang because she was self-aware enough to know that he wouldn't be interested in her. Besides, rich second-generation heirs change girlfriends like they change clothes, and she wasn't naive enough to fantasize about becoming a phoenix by climbing the social ladder.

Those were just teenage fantasies. Now she's in her twenties and knows that only the money in her hand is real.

Therefore, she would not challenge such a rich second-generation; her target from beginning to end has always been Qin Ce.

It wasn't that she wanted to win over Qin Ce; she was making long-term plans, intending to become rich and powerful through Qin Ce in the future.

Lily has always been very clear-headed; all she wants is money, it's always been money. Love and such are all fake.

Of course, if someone like Wang Ye is good-looking, treats her well, is easy to manipulate, and has a powerful figure like Qin Ce as a backer, she would naturally be willing to get married.

"Shall we go back too?" Wang Ye asked.

Lily nodded, then pulled Wang Ye aside and said, "By the way, don't worry about the hotel's car fleet for now."

"Why?" Wang Ye looked at her, puzzled. "I've already made all the arrangements."

Lily gave him a disdainful look. "What kind of fleet of cars did you hire? Buicks and Toyotas, the best one you could get was a Mercedes or a BMW. That's only five hundred yuan a car on average."

Wang Ye scratched his head, sighed, and said, "We don't have enough budget..."

"It's alright, isn't there one right here?"

Where did it come from?

Lily laughed and said, "That Jiang Wang from earlier, he must know a lot of rich kids and has a lot of cars. We can just build a fleet of luxury cars."

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Wang Ye's expression was rather unpleasant.

Even if he's a complete loser, he still has some pride. He can't bring himself to ask others for help to get married.

"What's wrong with that? Isn't he Qiao Xing's friend? Well, rounding up, he's practically our friend too, right? What's wrong with friends helping each other out? You're just being too proud!"

Wang Ye was speechless for a moment. Who was it that was so concerned about saving face?

There's nothing wrong with the fleet of cars he rented. She just insisted on a fleet of luxury cars. Isn't she the one who cares about saving face?

"Can they help?"

"Why not? Don't worry about it, just leave it to me." Lily impatiently flicked her hair, picked up her bag, stood up, and said, "Alright, go back. Don't worry about the hotel either. Use the money you save to buy some better cigarettes and alcohol, and book a better banquet, understand?"

"oh."

Wang Ye still felt uneasy. She went to find Jiang Wang, but why did he feel so awkward?

However, seeing Lily's determined look, he knew he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he might as well just listen to her.

He didn't want to argue about such trivial matters at this critical juncture, so he wanted to get married quickly to appease his parents.

After leaving, Qiao Xing took a taxi directly to the farmers' market. The farmers' market was a bit far away, and she wasn't familiar with the route if she rode her electric scooter.

She did the math and realized that taking a taxi would be a bit too expensive, so it would be better to just buy it in the neighborhood.

Qiao Xing carried the groceries back home, and Qin Ce was already there. There were four rooms, and he had set aside one as a study.

Now he doesn't have to work in the bedroom until midnight every day, which is inconvenient and also disturbs Qiao Xing's sleep.

Qiao Xing finished cooking and went to the study to call him for dinner. After calling for a while without getting a response, she simply pushed the door open and went in.

He was indeed in a video conference, wearing headphones, and didn't hear her knocking.

Qiao Xing stood at the door and gestured to him that it was time to eat.

Qin Ce nodded, said another sentence in French to the video, then hung up, closed his laptop, got up and walked out.

Today is their second day in the new house, and it's also the first time the whole family has actually sat down together for a meal in their new home.

The old man was quite happy and ate half a bowl more of rice.

After finishing the meal, Qiao Xing took the initiative to clear the dishes.

The old man was displeased. He glared at Qin Ce and said, "What are you still standing here for?"

Qin Ce was taken aback. "Then what should I do?"

The old man was exasperated. He said sternly, "After someone cooks, shouldn't you help clean up the dishes? You just sit here like a king. What, do you really treat your wife like a servant?"

Qin Ce twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced subconsciously into the kitchen. "She won't let me help."

"You won't do anything if I don't ask you to? What do you mean by 'help'? Is this your home? Shouldn't you be doing these chores?"

"..." Qin Ce had no way to refute it.

The old man snorted coldly and said in a low voice, "Don't tell me about hiring a maid. You're the one who has to act. You don't have the means to hire a maid right now, so you'd better do the housework properly. Seriously, you're not acting like a man at all!"

Qin Ce frowned, his mind filled with questions.

It's just doing housework, how is that not being a man?

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and go!" The old man waved his cane, almost striking the ground.

Qin Ce sighed, stood up, and dumped the leftover food on the table into the trash can.

Just then, Qiao Xing came out and saw what was happening. She quickly ran over to stop him, asking, "What are you doing?"

"It's fallen over." Qin Ce said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"There's still so much left over, why are you throwing it away? Give it to me." Qiao Xing snatched the leftovers from his hand, ran to get some plastic wrap, sealed it up, and put it in the refrigerator.

Qin Ce stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Qiao Xing said, "These dishes can still be eaten after being reheated tomorrow, so don't throw them away. They're all for our own consumption, so they're not dirty. Besides, we need to be frugal now, as we have to pay the mortgage."

Qin Ce watched her busy with a blank expression, watching her put all the leftovers into the refrigerator, the ones with only a little bit left, she poured them into another plate and put them away.

Have they become so poor...?

Qin Ce glanced at the old man again.

The old man shrugged, as if to say he deserved it, then picked up his cane and went back into the house.

Qin Ce looked at Qiao Xing with a complicated expression.

Qiao Xing seemed to sense his resistance, and she said, "Don't worry, I'll take these leftovers to the company to eat tomorrow. I won't give them to you; I'll cook them for you again tomorrow night."

In their new floor, the company bought a microwave, so they can now bring their own lunch.

"you……"

Qiao Xing smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I made extra on purpose to take to the company tomorrow."

"Look, let me do the math for you. The cheapest meal I eat out for lunch costs at least 25 yuan. If I save money, I can save more than 100 yuan a week, and 400 or 500 yuan a month. That's enough for us to buy groceries for a month, and several thousand yuan a year, which is our monthly mortgage payment."

Qin Ce stared at her constantly opening and closing lips, and suddenly remembered how she had haggled over five cents at the market last time.

He couldn't describe the feeling, but he truly understood the meaning of the word 'life'.

Listening to her say these things, he even felt that time slowed down. He was busy at the company every day, and time always flew by.

If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that he earns so much money, but it seems like he's just making money for the sake of making money. Work has become a part of his life, but he has never lived life seriously.