Lin Yue held four silver notes, each worth five thousand taels, in her hand, and only then did she feel that the past months of painstaking embroidery in her room had been so worthwhile. That was a whole twenty thousand taels! She had the money to build her manor and to buy a house in the city. There was nothing to worry about. Lin Yue now had the demeanor of someone with enough wealth to do anything, lazily leaning on the lounge chair Zhao Erhu had made for her, her eyes squinting in contentment. She was probably pondering how to spend the money wisely, swinging her right leg over her left in a most leisurely and comfortable manner.
Zhao Erhu, seeing Lin Yue's tempting little manner, felt an itch in his heart and eagerly edged closer, his hands not remaining idle as they started to roam over Lin Yue's body. "Wife, what are you thinking about?"