"I know!" He Tingchuan felt relieved; he still had that much trust in him.

"Is the store doing very well?" He Tingchuan knew that if the business wasn't so good, He Ziqian wouldn't be envious. Knowing that his wife wouldn't let him get involved, he planned to start from his own side.

He Tingchuan wasn't stupid; he could see through his nephew's thoughts.

"Hmm, it's very good. They even hired a band. The young men are quite unique, and their music is good too. It's attracted a lot of young people," Yun Jin explained about the shop's situation.

The couple chatted for a while before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

After this incident, Yun Jin has become much more restrained, avoiding showing her face whenever possible. After all, those swarms of suitors are really scary, and it would be terrible if she turned to hate because of love.

As for He Ziqian, Yun Jin ignored him for several days.

He Ziqian grinned and said, "Auntie, I was just joking with Uncle. Don't take it seriously. What bad intentions could I have? I'm just worried about those who harass you."

Yun Jin retorted sarcastically, "You know exactly what you're thinking. Anyway, you can forget about getting involved in my disco. You can play, but nothing else!"

Yun Jin also privately instructed the store manager and the finance staff that He Ziqian was just an ordinary customer and they didn't need to give him too much face. She was in charge of her store, and even her nephew couldn't make decisions for her.

The store manager and the others nodded, understanding that the proprietress was shrewd and didn't want her family to interfere in her business.

To be honest, they had long disliked He Ziqian for acting like one of their own every time he came, even ordering them around as if it were his right, and bringing his cronies to freeload.

Now that the landlady has said that, they don't need to give He Ziqian any face.

As long as the attitude is acceptable, the money still needs to be calculated.

He Ziqian was unhappy about this and complained to his mother: "My aunt went too far. We're all family. She made me lose face in the store. When I bring people to the store, isn't that supporting her?"

After learning that Yun Jin earns several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan a month, Sister-in-law He felt resentful: "Discos are so profitable, why don't you open one too?"

He Ziqian's eyes lit up: "Mom, are you going to give me money to open a shop?"

Sister-in-law He was envious of Yun Jin's earnings, but since she couldn't earn that kind of money herself, she could only pin her hopes on He Ziqian.

She nodded: "Mom will think of something. As long as you run the shop well, you can show them that you can make money too."

He Ziqian was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mom! As expected, my mom is the best to me!"