CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

"Qinglan..."

Shen Qinghe was about to say, perhaps we shouldn’t buy it.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qinglan took out her purse and directly handed over a silver note of one hundred taels to the woman.

The woman received the silver note, smiling so broadly that her teeth were visible.

She quickly flicked the abacus a few times and then handed fifteen taels of silver to Shen Qinglan.

After Shen Qinglan took the money and clothes, she ignored He Qiutian and Liu Xiangdie, who were both dumbfounded, and handed the clothes to Shen Qingju and Shen Qinghe.

"Qinglan, we agreed, that pink cloak is my gift to Qingju. Please, take this money!"

Li Wei felt a bit embarrassed. He had intended to help, but he was short of money.

Shen Qingju’s eyes reddened slightly as she muttered "fool" under her breath.

Shen Qinglan did not accept it. Instead, she looked at Li Wei and said, "What’s the rush? There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

As soon as she said this, both of their faces turned red.

"How could this be possible?" He Qiutian looked at the backs of the four as they walked away, murmuring.

To casually spend a hundred taels of silver—how old is Shen Qinglan, and where did she get so much money?

Could it be that she stole it from someone else?

"I don’t believe it!" She gritted her teeth secretly and followed the four from a distance.

Liu Xiangdie saw this and quickly followed.

The clothes they wore looked bright and beautiful, but they didn’t add up to more than five taels, while Shen Qinghe and Shen Qingju’s single garment cost several times more. How could they be at peace with this?

"I want to see what this Baihua Lane they speak of really looks like."

Being able to afford clothes from Yongning’s adult shop doesn’t mean they can own a house in Baihua Lane.

Who knew, as they followed along the way, the group indeed entered Baihua Lane.

When they saw Shen Qinglan and the others enter the Shen Mansion, their steps faltered involuntarily.

"How is this possible? The Shen Family is just a bunch of poor people; how can they live here?"

He Qiutian’s voice was sharp, filled with resentment.

"The girl who just paid—her name is Qinglan?" Liu Xiangdie asked, "Isn’t that the silly sister of Shen Qingju?"

"Shen Qinglan!"

He Qiutian suddenly recalled her grandfather always mentioned her with admiration to her grandmother: "The third girl from the Second Shen Family; now she’s not only recovered from her illness but also received a heavenly gift, and recently she’s become a bookkeeper in town, earning ten taels a month. Maybe in the future, she could make twenty or thirty taels a month."

No wonder...

He Qiutian gritted her teeth in anger.

Before leaving, the two of them glared viciously at the Shen Mansion.

Their gaze seemed as though they wished they could rush in and tear the three Shen sisters to pieces.

After the two turned away, Shen Qingju and Shen Qinghe peeked their heads out from the entrance of the Shen Mansion, both grinning broadly.

Shen Qingju said, "I told you, if He Qiutian found out we lived in such a big house, she’d be infuriated, right? Did you see just now? She couldn’t even stand steadily!"

Shen Qinglan sighed helplessly. She hadn’t expected Liu Xiangdie and He Qiutian to be so persistent, not missing any chance to mock them.

Yet, in the end, they only angered themselves. What’s the point?

Shao Yi, the gatekeeper, couldn’t help but peek out, but he saw nothing. He watched as Shen Qinghe and Shen Qingju were overjoyed, not understanding what they were so happy about.

Shen Qinglan said, "Uncle Shao, we’re going inside now."

Shao Yi nodded, "Yes ~ go on in!"

Li Wei followed behind the three, his expression somewhat complicated.

If his parents knew, the Shen Family they looked down upon could not only afford clothes costing over a hundred taels at once but also live in a house worth thousands of taels while their son was just a poor scholar, how would they react?

Surely, they would be envious, regretful, and pained, right?

He sighed inwardly, shaking his head helplessly.