My money-loving little lady

Here, there is a slight crack in the marriage between Jing Peiyan and He Zijie, but Jing Rongyao and Fu Jinchen get along very harmoniously. Jing Rongyao will not ask too much about his affairs, but Fu Jinchen will take notice when he goes out to visit the store.

When the situation arises, he secretly arranges for Ling Yun to follow him and protect him.

Sometimes, Ling Yun couldn't understand that every time Jing Rongyao went out, he always lied about making some handkerchiefs and selling them to supplement the family income, or that someone from the chess shop hired him to be a consultant and give lessons. In fact, these were all fake.

.Then why didn’t you expose her?

I saw Fu Jinchen raising his head with a slight smile while writing. "Who doesn't have a little secret? She just has these little hobbies, just let her do it. Besides, aren't all her coins given to us?

Do you dare to say you didn’t eat those braised pork elbows and sauce-flavored duck legs?”

When he said this, Ling Yun blushed a little and scratched his head in embarrassment, "That's right. Since Miss Jing married the young master, the young master's life has improved and his mood has also broadened a lot."

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"You can shut up." Fu Jinchen glanced at him, feeling a little unhappy.

"Yes." Ling Yun stuck out his tongue. For some reason, when it came to Miss Jing, his master was like a wolf guarding his food, not letting anyone interrupt.

Not long after Ling Yun left, Jing Rongyao pushed through the door with a cup of hot tea.

"Aren't you finished with your official duties in the court?" Jing Rongyao put the tea aside and asked him gently.

"I'm just a small Hanlin Academy editor. No matter how busy I am, it has nothing to do with me. It's just that I have nothing to do to practice calligraphy."

"Since you're fine, then..." She seemed hesitant, not knowing whether to speak or not.

"Huh?" Fu Jinchen was a little surprised. He seemed to have never seen her begging for compromise. She actually thought of asking herself for something. The sun really came out from the west.

He put down the pen in his hand, helped her sit in his seat, and said with a smile in his eyes, "You say."

"There is a rule in our family that the brother-in-law who wins the lottery will have to drink wine, and my mother likes you. Although I told you that I will not let you be bound by my family, I also know that you don't like it...

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"When?" Fu Jinchen interrupted her. When Jing Rongyao wanted to say something else, she was stunned when she heard his words and seemed a little unresponsive.

"Aren't you going to attend the banquet? We haven't set a time yet. We should have taken the initiative to organize it. Unfortunately, my family has few heirs, my mother died young, and I broke up with my father. And my stepmother will definitely not help me.

I’m here to host this banquet, so if my mother-in-law is willing, I will naturally be happy.”

Hearing what he said, Jing Rongyao breathed a sigh of relief. She originally thought that Fu Jinchen would not like to attend these banquets due to his temper. Moreover, she did not want to embarrass Fu Jinchen. At any rate, her mother did not agree. In desperation,

She had thought up a lot of words, but Fu Jinchen agreed immediately, leaving her stunned as she didn't know what to say.

"You? Seriously?" Jing Rongyao was still a little skeptical and asked tentatively.

He shook his head like a little rabbit, "Does Madam want to do it by herself? It's not that I can't, I'm just afraid that you will find it troublesome."

"Ah, no, no, no trouble, no trouble, just agree. June twenty-seven! That is tomorrow, you and I can go back to Jing Mansion. Brother Cheng Ye will be there by then, and you can chat together.

" Jing Rongyao said quickly for fear that he would regret it.

"Okay, I understand." When he saw Jing Rongyao's appearance, he just thought it was cute and didn't care about his little thoughts.

Soon, the day came to June 27th. Jing Rongyao originally wanted Aunt Xu to go with her. However, Aunt Xu insisted that she was old and did not want to get involved in the affairs of the younger ones. She would go alone.

People can eat well at home. Seeing this, Jing Rongyao could only give up.

In fact, the reason why Nanny Xu didn’t want to go to the police station was because of Fu Ronghua. Fu Ronghua was the princess in the palace, and Nanny Xu served Queen Cheng and was an old man in the palace. She was worried that Fu Ronghua would remember her appearance.

If the nun who is supposed to be dead next to a deposed queen suddenly appears in front of everyone, it will definitely arouse Fu Ronghua's suspicion, and then Fu Jinchen's situation will be dangerous.

"Wouldn't you feel lonely if you let Nanny Xu stay alone in the house to eat?" Jing Rongyao was still a little worried and asked Fu Jinchen's opinion on the way.

I saw Fu Jinchen sitting in the sedan with squinting eyes and saying, "Mother Xu is old and her legs and feet are inconvenient. If she gets to Jing Mansion and falls because she is unfamiliar with the place, it will be terrible."

"Okay, then everything is up to you." Seeing what he said, Jing Rongyao could only give up and never mention the matter again.

Soon, the two arrived at Jing's Mansion. Jing Rongyao often visited Fu Ronghua these days and brought her a lot of tonics. Therefore, her body looked pretty good and she walked very strong.<

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As soon as the two arrived at the door, Fu Ronghua stood outside to greet them. She walked forward with a smile on her face and held Fu Jinchen's hand. "Hey, my good son-in-law! You are here!"

Seeing this, Jing Rongyao turned around slightly with a weird look on her face, wanting to see Fu Jinchen's reaction. Ling Yun, who was beside him, also disguised himself as an attendant and followed behind him. Seeing Fu Ronghua's enthusiasm, he turned away a little embarrassed.

He turned to look at Fu Jinchen. Fu Jinchen was shocked. He didn't react at first, but the next second he showed a natural and calm smile and said to Fu Ronghua, "I should have come to visit my mother earlier, but the recent affairs between the DPRK and China

Fan Duo, because I often come home late and fail to visit my mother in advance, this is my son-in-law’s fault, and I hope my mother will forgive me.”

Fu Ronghua smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Officials do have a lot of things to do. You just go about your business. Our baby didn't cause you any trouble, right?"

"Of course not. Madam is gentle, virtuous, and considerate. My mother also likes her very much."

"What a great acting!" Seeing the two of them standing at the door with familiar expressions, making love to each other, Jing Rongyao and Ling Yun stood together unknowingly, and almost stopped applauding in admiration.

When did he have such social skills? I think I underestimated him.

After entering the house, a large family was waiting for the couple in the main hall. Jing Lingrao, wearing a red dress, stood at the door playing with the cat. When she saw Jing Rongyao coming, she happily ran to her and held her arms.

"Big No. 1 Scholar, I want to lend you my wife for a while, are you willing or not?" She giggled, with a girlish naivety.

"Stinky girl! You know how to make fun of me!" Jing Rongyao looked embarrassed and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch her.

Fu Jinchen was a little embarrassed to be told that, so she quickly said, "You guys chat." Then he walked towards Jing Chengye.

The two business minds came together, of course, to talk about the affairs of the DPRK, so one became two, and then Jing Chengmo also squeezed in to talk, and then the chat turned into groups, and they started chatting on the spot.

Got official business.

Here are Uncle Jing Yi and the other older generation group, Jing Chengyan and He Zijie are in the group, and the rest are in another group.

Next to her, Jing Peiyan held her belly and didn't want to get involved in the conversation between them. She sat alone on a chair and rested with her eyes closed.

The two of them were very happy to see this and continued to whisper in the corridor.