The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool Chapter 432 - 432 Xuanyuan Ye (3)

Chapter 432 - 432 Xuanyuan Ye (3)

432 Xuanyuan Ye (3)

Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows and knocked Sister Huan’s head. “Eat less candied plums.”

Sister Huan puffed up her cheeks. The five of them had only shared a bag of candied plums. If she didn’t eat more now, it would be gone in a while.

“Big Brother is getting more and more biased.” Brother Hao leaned over and muttered. In the past, he could still be fair, but now, it was completely different.

Sister Huan nodded in agreement. “Well, sister-in-law is just too good.”

The two of them sighed in unison.

Lin Shao looked at the twins’ acting skills in amus.e.m.e.nt.

Holding the candied hawthorn in his hand, his heart swelled. Brother Song looked cold, but be it the siblings or Bruiser, he treated them as family.

“Brother, aren’t you eating?” Lin Miaomiao stuffed a candied hawthorn into her mouth. Her face was pale and red, and her cheeks puffed up.

Lin Shao vaguely remembered that before he came to the Song family, Miaomiao would fall seriously ill from time to time because of her illness. She even starved with him every day.

If not for his sister-in-law’s appearance and bringing them back to the Song family, he knew that they would not have survived that winter.

He rubbed Lin Miaomiao’s head and was about to hand her his stick of candied hawthorn when a hand suddenly reached over.

The four of them looked at the same time.

Bruiser paused and scratched his head awkwardly. “I’m already so old. How can I eat something that only girls like to eat? Which one of you wants it?”

He moved his hand to the middle.

Lin Shao frowned and handed his over. “I’ll give mine to you too.”

Sister Huan and Miaomiao were girls. The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

After that, they looked at Brother Hao.

Brother Hao took a bite. “One stick is enough for me. The two of you can eat.”

Sister Huan and Lin Miaomiao were speechless.

As soon as Song Jingchen entered the courtyard, he saw that the study door was wide open. Someone was sitting in front of the desk and fiddling with something.

“Is she starting to work hard?” he thought.

He was a little relieved.

Shen Yijia looked up and saw who it was. She subconsciously hid her right hand behind her back. “Hubby, you’re back?”

She didn’t ask if he had found Shen Pingxiu, because she felt that Song Jingchen would definitely be able to find him.

The corners of Song Jingchen’s mouth twitched. He put down the candied plums and took out a handkerchief to wipe the ink off her face.

When he looked down, he saw a piece of rice paper spread on the top of the desk. The ink on it was still wet. It was obvious that it had been written not long ago.

Stunned, he asked incredulously, “Did you write all this?”

Although there were only a few words, the handwriting was neat. Because he looked in the opposite direction, he only found it a little familiar.

“That’s right.” Shen Yijia pointed at the candied hawthorn in Song Jingchen’s hand. “Did you buy this for me?”

Song Jingchen nodded and handed it to her. He picked up the rice paper. No wonder it looked familiar just now. Wasn’t this his handwriting?

“You…”

Before he could ask, Shen Yijia took a bite of the candied hawthorn and glanced at him. “Did I write well?”

There were two words written on her face. Praise me.

Song Jingchen was silent for a moment and didn’t answer. He asked, “What are you hiding in your hand?”

Shen Yijia blinked. “Tell me first, am I good at writing?”

“Yes.” Noticing the smug expression on Shen Yijia’s face, he changed the topic. “My handwriting is indeed not bad.”

Shen Yijia choked, but she quickly stopped caring. She finished the stick of candied hawthorn and asked Song Jingchen to help her carry the rest.

Then, she mysteriously took out her right hand.

Song Jingchen’s eyelids twitched when he saw her ink-stained hand.

Shen Yijia noticed his gaze and the corners of her mouth twitched. “I’m not asking you to look at my hand. Look at this.”

She shook the wooden board in her hand. A few words had been carved into it. It was already smeared black.

“This is?” Song Jingchen had actually guessed it.

Shen Yijia chuckled and picked up a brush to brush a layer of ink on the carvings on the wooden board.

She picked up another piece of rice paper and printed it on it. Soon, the same words appeared on the paper.

Satisfied, Shen Yijia put the rice paper aside. “How about I open a bookstore?”

In the past, Song Jingchen had also copied books for others to earn money. If he wrote well, he could earn a few taels a month.

The books here were expensive not only because the paper was not cheap, but also because every book was copied by hand.

However, if she printed books and sold them, the cost would be much lower and it would be much more efficient.

She had thought about it. She could sell it at a slightly cheaper price than others. She would not be boycotted by other bookstores and could earn more.

If she had half of that bookstore’s business, wouldn’t she be able to make a killing?

This method was naturally excellent. Moreover, Song Jingchen knew that Shen Yijia had been worrying about what business to do recently. Even though he had said many times that he had the ability to support the family, it was useless.

He rubbed Shen Yijia’s head. “I’ll help you find a shop.”

Shen Yijia leaned over and took a bite of the candied hawthorn in Song Jingchen’s hand. She narrowed her eyes and said vaguely, “There’s no need. You’re so busy every day. I’ll go and ask an agent tomorrow.”

Moreover, she had to make other preparations.