Chapter 138: Chapter 138: He Treats Me Best, Except for My Family
Truly remarkable, this person’s insight is incredibly sharp.
But how could she confess to thinking about whether his future marriage would impact their long-term cooperation?
Wondering where her new pillar of support would come from if she lost him as her backbone?
Ultimately, no matter how she thought about it, it was all related to money.
"Thinking about whether the milk tea will sell well on the day of the polo match." She made up a reason related to money.
Pei Ji’an chuckled, "Really? Why is your mind always full of business?"
"What’s so bad about making money through business? Who in this world doesn’t like money?" Qu Fulan made no attempt to hide her love for wealth.
Pei Ji’an nodded and then said, "Everything should have a reason. Behind your love for making money through business, is there a wish you’re hoping to fulfill?"
Making money to fulfill a wish?
There were many.
But after experiencing a series of events, she gained new understanding and insights on the matter.
To be precise, her thoughts on this subject underwent four transformations.
First, when her grandfather was ill and there was no money, her sole wish was to earn a lot of money to treat his illness.
Second, after her grandfather passed away, the vast world seemed to have only her left. That kind of loneliness, despair, and insecurity could only be compensated with money.
Third, after her young boss fell ill, she started to realize the importance of seizing enjoyment in time. It’s better to spend the money while alive; otherwise, earning more money would be meaningless if you couldn’t take it with you after death.
Fourth, during the company’s major restructuring, she was one of the ones discarded, making her realize the importance of saving money.
In conclusion, the purpose of making money could be summed up in five words: for a sense of security.
No matter where you go, as long as you have enough money, you can have enough security.
With money, you can make things happen; without it, it’s difficult to move an inch.
She finally explained to Heir Pei, "Perhaps it’s just a hope that someday in the future, I can do whatever I want without being stuck worrying about not having enough money, hesitating, wringing my hands, being restrained. Poverty is a pitiable thing."
Upon hearing this, Pei Ji’an was silent for a moment. His slender fingers picked up the teacup, he took a sip before casually speaking, "Who taught you polo?"
"I... my master." That would be the boss.
Though sometimes sharp-tongued, initially giving her an impression of being harsh, later she found that despite the sharpness, he had genuine skills and wasn’t stingy in teaching her many things.
The saying goes ’Strict teachers produce outstanding disciples.’
"He’s quite good at polo, and it was by following him that I got the opportunity to learn this sport."
"Did he teach you horseback riding too?"
"Yes, the primary condition for playing polo is to know how to ride a horse. I learned for a little over a month for this." Qu Fulan said with some emotion.
In fact, she was forced to learn back then because those business magnates engaged in such high-end activities—if you didn’t know how, you couldn’t integrate into that circle, let alone talk business.
But as a child, she was even afraid to ride a cow while herding cattle, so learning to ride a horse eventually was a painful process.
A month later, she finally learned to ride a horse, and then practiced polo for another half year to achieve what she has now, all not easy things.
"Is that so, he was really patient with you." Pei Ji’an put down the teacup and spoke calmly.
Qu Fulan "hmm" in response, paused, and added, "Yes, besides my relatives, he was probably the nicest person to me." She poured herself a cup of tea and then continued, "It’s a pity that later on, he died."
This answer surprised Pei Ji’an, his phoenix eyes unable to hide his astonishment, as if her answer diverged significantly from what he expected.
"How could that be?" he asked.
"Died from illness, it was something that couldn’t be helped." She said.
Passed away in his prime, otherwise, how could it be that during the company’s restructuring, she became a discard.
He was quiet for a while and eventually said, "My condolences."
He thought she was still immersed in the grief of the deceased’s departure.
Qu Fulan, however, said, "It was a long time ago; people, after all, need to look forward."
The key point was that after the boss died, as people faded away, she didn’t feel the void too deeply, because within a year she disappeared from the modern world and came to the past.
In any case, there was nothing she was truly attached to in the modern world. Now that she could live well in the ancient times by her own skills, she wouldn’t deliberately pursue a way back.
A person wanting to return to a place must have some kind of attachment to it, but she had none in the modern world.
Though she still had parents and a younger brother, they were like parasites, something she would flee from as fast as she could rather than yearn for.
The next day, they hadn’t yet returned to the city but took a boat to a town, as Heir Pei and others had a classmate who apparently had some issues for them to check on together.
For convenience during travel, Qu Fulan needed to dress as a man.
Heir Pei somehow acquired a fitting men’s outfit for her, and wearing it, she pinned up her hair, securing it with a simple piece of cloth.
Cross-dressing as a man isn’t just about changing clothes and pinning up hair. Qu Fulan also used cosmetic powders to enhance her makeup, accentuating her facial features to look more masculine, and in the end, it seemed quite convincing.
Once everything was ready, she picked up the bundle on the table and headed out.
Heir Pei was sitting in the courtyard discussing matters with Prince An and a few others. Seeing her appearance caused him to spew a mouthful of tea out.
The other three couldn’t dodge in time and got sprayed all over.
Only Heir Pei moved aside while still holding his teacup steadily without spilling a drop, then he frowned and looked toward Prince An.
Prince An quickly apologized, "It was a mistake, purely a mistake, forgive me, forgive me."
Pei Ji’an put the cup back on the table, ignoring Prince An, and instead looked at the one responsible for Prince An’s loss of composure.
From head to toe, he examined Qu Fulan, finally resting his gaze on her face.
It was a face that looked completely different from the impression given in women’s clothing; whether in her eyebrows or demeanor, she appeared like a gentle young lad.
Qu Fulan felt a bit uneasy being stared at by the few people but still walked over and lightly coughed twice, "I’m ready."
Deliberately lowering her voice when speaking, she pulled off the act quite well.
Pei Ji’an paused slightly, then seemed quite satisfied, "Let’s go."
Prince An and the others followed behind, and he nudged Wei Xu, whispering, "Even prettier than you..."
Wei Xu had a feminine appearance, often described as beautiful. Now meeting someone more beautiful than him, he reacted so dramatically.
Wei Xu rolled his eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed.
Qu Fulan vaguely heard their discussion, but she didn’t take it to heart.
Qu Fulan also didn’t expect that on this trip, she’d encounter an old acquaintance.
In the home of Heir Pei’s classmate, a woman had been watching her and eventually followed her to the restroom, grabbing her hand.
"Jirou! It’s really you, I’ve been looking for so long and couldn’t believe it, do you still remember me? I’m Feng Mei’er!"
Oh, it was originally the original owner’s close handkerchief friend, no wonder she recognized her even with her cross-dressing.
In the novel "Fallen Noble Daughter’s Rebirth", the Li Family was charged and confiscated by the court.
But actually, during that confiscation, besides the Li Family, there was also the Feng Family.
Both families fell into becoming prisoners.
However, later Feng Mei’er’s father, to save himself, pushed all the blame onto Mr. Li, exchanging it for his family’s freedom.