Transmigrated into the body of the vicious first wife of a fallen prime minister

Inside Juxian Trading Company, the small circle of employees whispering among themselves had already caused quite a stir.

"Breaking news! The head manager and his wife have come to the shop today!"

"Which lady? The second young lady of the Qi family?"

"They all look listless while working, but they're incredibly energetic when it comes to gossiping! What kind of gossip do they have? I'd like to hear it too!"

"I heard the head manager is afraid of his wife. Is the madam very fierce?"

"Someone go to the accounting office and ask if the head manager can take the lady downstairs for a walk."

"you go."

"roll!"

"Last time I tried to pass a note to the head manager to complain about that old, broken abacus passed down through generations, and to my surprise, they replaced it with a new one the very next day."

"The person above hasn't been fired yet?"

"Have you seen her in person? What does the lady look like?"

I glanced at it from afar.

"I can understand why the head manager is always late."

"If it were me, I wouldn't even come to the shop anymore. Wouldn't it be better to stay with my wife?"

"Her looks are too striking; I'm starting to question the meaning of life."

"Does God open windows as well as doors for people?"

"Looking at this face can add ten years to my life."

"I'm so envious, Manager Qi is so lucky. Does the Qi family need any errand runners? Even sweeping the yard is fine. As long as they have some education, that's all. I just want to be a servant to the Madam."

"I have noted what you said. One tael of silver is to keep quiet, or I will report you to the head manager immediately."

"How did such a traitor like you end up in this shop?"

"The money has been placed on your table."

"..."

Qi He, who was at the center of the discussion, had no idea that news of her visit to the shop had spread throughout Juxian.

She sat there listlessly, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought. After a moment, there was a knock on the door of the accounting office.

Having received the merchant's permission, the young waiter brought in two cups of hot tea: "Manager, your tea."

Qi He glanced at it and lost interest.

In her eyes, this tea was no different from plain water. She would only drink it as a formality when she went out to social events, and would never touch it in private.

The waiter, clearly unaware of the situation, respectfully placed the cups of tea, each with a smoother rim, in front of Qi He: "Madam, your tea."

Qi He nodded, maintaining her composure.

Although she could act coquettishly, whine, and do anything in front of Shang Jue, in front of others, she was always a high-and-mighty flower, the kind that was extremely difficult to pluck.

The young waiter carefully retreated.

As soon as the door closed, Qi He said coldly, "I won't drink."

That morning, she finally managed to say her third sentence to Shang Jue.

Shang Jue picked up his cup and took a sip: "I don't want tea. What would you like to drink?"

Qi He said coldly, "Don't pretend nothing happened. I said we should get a divorce yesterday."

Shang Jue paused slightly, his expression unchanged, and his tone remained calm: "I've already said, I won't get a divorce."

Qi He felt a surge of frustration.

Shang Jue, you heartless dog!

If we don't get a divorce, are we really going to use her as a human blood bank?

If you don't agree to a divorce, then I, Qi He, am not someone to be trifled with!

Shang Jue added, "Besides, the marriage was arranged by the old master. Unless he appears in your dream to grant you a divorce, you can keep dreaming."

Qi He was speechless, so she closed her eyes and didn't even bother to look at him anymore.

Shang Jue assumed the matter was over. Given Qi He's spoiled nature, she might indeed throw a tantrum over trivial matters, and the idea of ​​divorce was something she always talked about, with far more versions of it in the past.

It's just a matter of buying a few more pieces of jewelry and adding a few more bolts of fabric.

It's just that she was a bit more temperamental this time.

Besides herself, who else could tolerate her temper?

He pressed the call bell in the corner and instructed the shopkeeper in the corridor, "Go prepare a cup of hot milk, and buy some dried fruit and pastries."

Qi He immediately said, "I won't eat it!"

Shang Jue ignored him and added, "Don't make it cold."

Qi He added, "I said I'm not eating!"

Shang Jue loosened the rope holding the bell and calmly said, "I'll eat."

"I said—"

Qi He was speechless.

Alright, alright, you bastard, you like playing like this, huh!

I knew I hadn't misjudged you; now I'm even giving her a piece of dried fruit!

The waiter, having received the order, retreated tremblingly, and his companions, who were waiting in the corridor for news, immediately surrounded him.

"Why do you look so strange? What happened?"

"The head manager is amazing."

"I'm still a kid, why should I listen to this! Is there any more? Give me more."

"No," the shop assistant said with difficulty, "the head manager asked me to buy dried fruit and pastries."

The corridor was completely silent.

Does that aloof lady actually enjoy snacking?

The head shopkeeper's wife is actually kind of cute?

The shop assistant, carrying a bag of dried fruit and candied fruit that he had rushed to buy, came to the door once again.

His gaze swept back and forth between Shang Jue and Qi He before finally placing the oil paper package next to Qi He.

As soon as he put it down, Shang Jue stood up from behind the desk.

Qi He crossed her legs and remained silent.

The waiter noticed that the lady seemed relaxed and languid, so he didn't dare to look at her for long and quietly slipped out.

In the last moment before he stepped back to the door, he caught a glimpse of Shang Jue sitting down next to Qi He, peeling a pine nut, and naturally offering it to her lips.

The man took a deep breath.

This is too much pampering.

Despite being angry, I figured I might as well eat the food that was offered to me.

Qi He chewed on pine nuts expressionlessly. After eating half a bag, she forgot her earlier annoyance and confidently ordered Shang Jue, "I want to eat that."

The oil paper covering the candied fruit was removed.

"that."

The paper packaging for the candied plums was also torn open.

"How come it's gone so quickly?" Qi He was quite unhappy. Shang Jue was such a miser. Even if he was using her as a blood transfusion bag, he should at least make sure the blood transfusion bag was full.

Shang Jue looked up: "Because I have no money."

Qi He looked incredulous.

The entire Juxian is yours now, and you don't have any money?

Ha ha!

"My wife is threatening divorce and has stopped paying my monthly allowance," Shang Jue said without changing his expression. "Why don't you try to persuade her for me?"

If your wife runs away in the future, it will be because of your mouth!

Qi He cursed without any expression.

She coughed lightly, turned her face away, and said in a muffled voice, "I always advise separation, not reconciliation."

Shang Jue chuckled softly and said nothing more, but then offered her another peeled pine nut.

Qi He stared at the pine nut for a couple of moments before finally opening her mouth to take it.

If that bastard is being filial, I might as well eat it.

He treats me like a blood bank, and I can't really do anything to him, so it's only right that I give in to his demands.

snort!