Chapter 83 Talking Big Business

Wan Ziyan felt that Chen Yongnian was not good enough for Wan Qiqi!

He didn't know what the Wan family was thinking back then, that they would let Qiqi marry such a person.

Being poor is bad enough! Now they even make Qiqi set up a stall and show her face in public to support the Chen family.

If it were him, he wouldn't want to stay in this house either.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Wan Qiqi and asked, "Miss Wan, is there any intention...?"

“Sir!” Wan Qiqi interrupted him, as if she had guessed what Wan Ziyan was about to say.

Chen Yongnian's other hand was already clenched into a fist, ready to smash into Wan Ziyan's face if Wan Ziyan said anything inappropriate.

Wan Qiqi smiled faintly, "Sir, why don't you take the sweet soup? My husband's arms are tired from holding it up."

Wan Ziyan was puzzled as to why she interrupted him.

He knew that Wan Qiqi knew what he wanted to say, which was why she stopped him.

Doesn't she want to leave?

At this moment, a hand reached out from the side, grasped the cup in Chen Yongnian's hand, and said gently, "May I have this cup?"

Chen Yongnian's emotions were suddenly interrupted, his eyes looked slightly confused, and he loosened his grip on the bamboo cup.

Wan Qiqi then noticed that this person had been standing to the side ever since Wan Ziyan appeared.

They look like they've come to the rescue.

She immediately smiled and said, "It's entirely up to Master Wan to decide."

Wan Ziyan took a deep breath, glanced at the person beside him, and said, "Brother Tao, if you like it, why not give it to you?"

Brother Tao?

Wan Qiqi scrutinized the person again.

The man's build was similar to Wan Ziyan's, but he looked a few years older and more composed, clearly the kind of person who was very knowledgeable.

If she wasn't mistaken, this person should be Tao Ran, the dean of Hefeng Academy.

“Then I, Tao, will be presumptuous. I am delighted that you like it, my worthy brother.” Tao Ran said, taking a small sip. “It has a refreshing aroma and a rich pomelo flavor. It is indeed a fine product.”

Wan Qiqi watched quietly, wondering what these two were planning to do next.

Chen Yongnian pursed his lips, looking dejected.

Wan Qiqi walked to his side, gently took his arm, and spoke to Tao Ran with a smile, "Dean Tao, what do you think about this item being placed in the academy?"

Tao Ran burst out laughing, not expecting this person to have designs on him. He turned to look at Wan Ziyan and said, "Brother Wan is the vice dean, in charge of the students' meals. We still need to discuss this with him."

Wan Qiqi suspected that this person was just looking for trouble and brought the conversation back to Wan Ziyan.

"You are the dean, the decision is yours." Wan Ziyan spoke less, and even seemed somewhat sullen.

Wan Qiqi wondered, what exactly is he trying to do?

Why did she think that Wan Ziyan was hostile towards Chen Yongnian?

Could it be that he has really taken a liking to me?

Faced with Wan Qiqi's question, Wan Ziyan merely glanced at it, showing little interest.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, it's done! I've got it done!" Chen Yongliang ran back carrying a tasting cup, his face beaming with an uncontrollable smile.

When he stopped, he saw the four people in front of the stall looking strange. "Wh...what's wrong?"

Then, he looked at the person next to Wan Ziyan and asked, "Who is this?"

When Wan Qiqi saw Chen Yongliang, she breathed a sigh of relief and introduced him as "Dean Tao of Hefeng Academy".

"Dean Tao?" Chen Yongliang became excited almost instantly. "Dean Tao, please try our sweet soup..."

As he finished speaking, he noticed the half-finished honey grapefruit tea in Tao Ran's hand. He gave an awkward smile, but wasn't intimidated. He walked over to Tao Ran and continued, "Dean Tao, isn't our sweet soup delicious? Let me tell you..."

Chen Yongliang kept talking to Tao Ran, looking like he wouldn't give up until he closed the deal.

Previously, Wan Qiqi was worried that Chen Yongliang would say the wrong thing, but now it seems that things are better than she imagined.

Chen Yongnian and Wan Ziyan were still sizing each other up, clearly disgusted by each other.

Wan Qiqi glanced at the two of them, not wanting to pay them any attention. Business was the priority, so she pushed them aside, saying, "Get out of the way. I'm selling sweet soup. If you're not going to help, don't cause trouble!"

"Help!" the two said in unison, and then clearly divided the tasks.

One person washes the cups, and the other makes the sugar water; they work together perfectly, and Wan Qiqi only needs to sit to the side and collect the money.

Wan Qiqi knew Chen Yongnian was jealous, but she didn't understand what Wan Ziyan wanted to do.

At this moment, Chen Yongliang called out, "Sister-in-law, come here for a moment!" He scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Wan Qiqi glanced at the two to make sure they wouldn't fight before leaving the stall to join the negotiations with Tao Ran.

Seeing Wan Ziyan's clumsy movements and the fact that his wide sleeves were wet, Chen Yongnian couldn't help but say, "Brother, the clothes you're wearing aren't for working. Why are you doing this and bothering my wife?"

Wan Ziyan paused, smiled gently, threw the bamboo cup into the water, scooped up his wide sleeves, and continued washing the cup.

Before long, his sleeves fell down again, over and over again, until he finished washing them and then he looked up.

His eyes were cold and indifferent as he asked calmly, "Is she the one who does these kinds of work?"

Chen Yongnian was stumped by his question!

He felt that the person in front of him seemed to know his wife very well, even better than he knew her.

Yes, this person is right. Qiqi shouldn't have to suffer like this.

Marrying a wealthy man meant she wouldn't have to work from sunrise to sunset, wouldn't have to quarrel with her family, and wouldn't have to show her face in public to get through the winter. She could simply stay at home and be the wife of a wealthy man.

He looked up at the person in front of him and suddenly asked, "Are you the wealthy man my wife was supposed to marry?"

Although the man had a scholarly air about him, I could tell that the fabric he was wearing was only available to wealthy landowners.

Wan Ziyan was about to question him, but upon hearing his question, he burst out laughing.

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