Seeing Pei Ziheng puff up like a little pufferfish, Shen Mingzhu's first reaction was that she had annoyed Wang Xiuzhu away, preventing him from boarding the ship to play, and that's why he was upset.
As she walked over to console him, she heard Pei Ziheng ask her, "If she agreed to give you a million, would you really sell Dad?"
Shen Mingzhu froze for a moment, realizing that this was what he was upset about, and couldn't help but feel a little playful.
She nodded earnestly, "Sell, why not sell?"
Pei Ziheng was so angry that he was about to explode.
Shen Mingzhu dreamily described the life they'd have with money, "Once we have a million, we can buy a big Western-style house, plant large seeds in a huge garden, grow enormous flowers, and then we'll hire two, no, three maids to serve us. Whatever you want to do, think, buy, or eat, you can. Wouldn't such a fairy-tale life be wonderful?"
Pei Ziheng stared at her blankly, his anger shattered by her use of "we."