Chapter 183: Being Poor Has These Benefits?
Qin Wanwan’s planted flowers grew several times faster than those planted by others.
In just four days, the flowers had grown to be more than half a month tall.
During the time she was tending to her flowers, Keke also brought news that Lin Wan’e had a miscarriage.
“That Third Prince is truly a scumbag. Lin Wan’e’s child was kicked out of her by him.”
Qin Wanwan simply brushed off this matter, having no good feelings towards either Lin Wan’e or the Third Prince; both were bad guys who wanted to kill her Daddy.
In Keke’s words, it was like a dog-eat-dog situation, with everyone ending up with ruffled fur.
At this moment, Qin Wanwan was diligently watering the flowers with a small spoon.
Shang Wuyang walked in slowly and stopped by the strawberry pot, rustling through the leaves.
Compared to those flowers, he was more interested in the strawberries Little Fatty had grown.
It was a shame it was winter, otherwise there would be other fruits to eat.
He remembered the peaches and grapes Little Fatty had planted at Xie Chong’s place, which should be ready next year.
While he was daydreaming about fruit abundance, someone came to inform them that a delivery had arrived from next door.
Shang Wuyang, holding the little milk bun, came out of the flower room.
“What gift did they send?”
“It seems to be some New Year’s gifts.”
Shang Wuyang belatedly realized, “It’s almost New Year’s.”
Qin Wanwan eagerly inquired, “Did Father Rong come over?”
The butler who delivered the gifts shook his head, “My Lord is quite busy these days.”
As for what he was busy with, it wasn’t something a subordinate like him was supposed to know.
Qin Wanwan let out a somewhat disappointed “Oh.”
She missed Father Rong.
These gifts were actually arranged by the butler. “I saw that you hadn’t prepared any New Year’s goods yet, so I mentioned it to my Lord, and these were sent at his instruction.”
Shang Wuyang said lazily, “I know, no need for him to remind us. We’ll be celebrating the New Year with Little Fatty.”
Shang Wuyang was not from Tianqi, and Rong Zhi did this because he was afraid Shang Wuyang might not have customs for the New Year.
However, most of the items sent were suitable for children, along with some vase-like decorations.
Those items clearly seemed to have been added incidentally.
It was almost the Year of the Snake, so there were quite a few sewn snake-shaped plush dolls among the gifts.
There were also Qilin plush dolls, predominantly red, adorned with festive patterns.
The little snake and the little Qilin were both extremely cute.
There were also some small lanterns, also painted with the little snake and the little Qilin.
Qin Wanwan was very happy with the small lanterns.
The small lanterns were delicate and exquisite, suitable for children to hold.
There were also some couplets and “Fu” characters.
The calligraphy on the characters was clearly Rong Zhi’s, and they would look incredibly beautiful on the door.
In addition to these, there were some snacks.
“Father Rong is so kind, Wanwan likes them~”
The butler smiled and said, “As long as Miss likes them, I will tell my Lord.”
Qin Wanwan wanted to speak to Father Rong in person even more.
So, she asked Snowflake to keep an eye on the neighbor’s place and call her if Daddy returned.
Shang Wuyang felt a bit sour seeing Little Fatty so happy. He, who was originally lazy, suddenly felt a bit competitive.
“It’s just lanterns, isn’t it? We’ll make our own; making them ourselves is more fun.”
Without delay, he immediately had someone fetch the materials.
The father and daughter started making small lanterns in the room.
Qin Wanwan was also quite interested in this.
“It’s crooked, it’s crooked, stick it on slower.”
Shang Wuyang occasionally corrected Little Fatty.
He could create all sorts of intricate mechanisms, so small lanterns were naturally no challenge for him.
The first red lantern they made turned out quite nice.
Later, he challenged himself to make various animal-shaped lanterns, flower-shaped lanterns, and even complex ones like revolving lanterns.
Keke said, “We could also make ice lanterns; those look even better.”
Shang Wuyang stroked his chin, “We could try that.”
Just as he was about to bravely attempt it with his gloves on, Snowflake flew in and chirped twice at Qin Wanwan.
Qin Wanwan immediately stood up and brushed the small debris off her clothes.
She grabbed Shang Wuyang’s hand and ran next door.
“Daddy Shang, let’s hurry, Father Rong is back~”
Shang Wuyang felt even more sour.
“Is he back, and you’re this happy?”
“If you’re this happy, why bring me along?”
Qin Wanwan was already accustomed to this and knew how to coax the very large, jealous Daddy.
“Wanwan likes Daddy Shang, so I want to take him with me wherever I go.”
“I’m also super happy when I’m with Daddy Shang, but I haven’t seen Father Rong in so long!”
“Will Daddy Shang go with Wanwan to see him?”
The little milk bun softly acted spoiled.
Shang Wuyang’s lips turned up, “Your words are quite sweet today, did you eat honey?”
Qin Wanwan giggled, “Daddy, how did you know? Wanwan ate some too when she was feeding the big butterfly honey water.”
Shang Wuyang hugged the little milk bun tightly, reluctant to let go.
“Who taught you to act so spoiled?”
It was impossibly sweet.
Qin Wanwan hugged his neck, burying her head against him to prove physically that she was indeed a little sweet bun.
Upon arriving next door, the little one immediately struggled out of Shang Wuyang’s embrace and, with her tiny legs, rushed towards Rong Zhi.
“Father Rong, Wanwan missed you so much~”
Shang Wuyang: …Such a fickle little fatty!
Rong Zhi hugged the chubby little milk bun, a smile appearing in his usually cool eyes.
“Daddy, I received the gifts you sent! Daddy Shang and I were making lanterns, shall we finish them together?”
“I haven’t seen you for several days. You’re so busy in such cold weather, it must be so hard.”
As she spoke, she also used her small hands to pat Rong Zhi’s shoulders.
Keke flew in, “Your father is also busy for your Father Xie.”
Qin Wanwan blinked in bewilderment, “Ah? What does it have to do with Father Xie?”
A cold glint flashed in Rong Zhi’s eyes, “There was a problem with the military pay and supplies that were supposed to go to the border army. Many weapons were shoddy and made with inferior materials, and about half of the grain was moldy and damp.”
In the past, Rong Zhi wouldn’t have bothered with such matters.
However, since Xie Chong was related to Wanwan, he decided to check on a whim and was surprised to uncover such a significant issue.
Qin Wanwan’s little face turned red with anger.
“How wicked, how could they be so excessive.”
Tears welled up in her big eyes, “Father Xie is already so poor, why must they bully him!”
Rong Zhi gently patted her head to comfort her, “Those supplies will be replaced with good ones as soon as possible. However, with the heavy snow, it might not be possible to transport them to the border until spring arrives.”
Qin Wanwan sniffled, and tears fell like raindrops as she nodded, “Then… then what if Daddy’s side needs more grain?”
She felt Daddy was so pitiful.
“Can we buy more grain? Wanwan, Wanwan will take out all the money from my stash.”
Shang Wuyang pinched her little face, “Don’t worry, I’ve already instructed that if there’s a war at the border and military provisions can’t be replenished in time, Shangyang City will step in to help.”
Qin Wanwan immediately threw herself into Shang Wuyang’s arms and gave him a loud kiss on his cheek.
“Daddy Shang, you’re super amazing, super kind!”
Shang Wuyang didn’t tell Wanwan that the help wasn’t free.
When the grain is planted next year, the border army would have to repay him double.
Of course, he wouldn’t tell Wanwan about this; he wanted to maintain his tall image in the little Qilin’s heart.
“I want to earn money to spend on Father Xie.”
The little Qilin cub clenched her small fists, her little eyes determined.
She wanted to earn money to spend on Father Xie herself; the money from Daddy Shang and the others didn’t count.
Shang Wuyang: Poverty has its benefits?
Rong Zhi: Suddenly, Xie Chong seemed a little displeasing.
