Even though he spoke nonchalantly, she couldn’t help but feel an undercurrent of frustration and sorrow. By comparison, it seemed that Qing truly was much luckier.
"So it’s impossible, he really cherishes you... dotes on you?"
Rong Heng chuckled upon hearing this and shrugged his shoulders, "Perhaps!"
But that smile, only those who had experienced it could sense the lack of confidence in it. After all, Rong Heng too had come a long way since childhood. In other households, it was often the case that if the mother was favored, the children were loved by extension. However, Rong Heng’s birth mother had a very low status and had even died shortly after giving birth to him; he had never even seen her. Although he was raised under Consort De, she only treated him with the courtesy owed out of obligation, since she had no sons of her own. It couldn’t be said that she was affectionate with him, but you couldn’t say she was bad to him either. At the very least, the power of Consort De’s natal family now served him, and for that reason alone, he ought to protect her and her daughter for a lifetime.
Tangyuan’s heartache was so apparent that she didn’t even notice when Rong Heng took her hand again.
They had found a village about three or four miles away, where they bought eggs, duck eggs, roosters, carps, and some persimmons, pears, and apples. Since autumn was the harvest season, they found there was simply too much to buy. Eventually, they even had to have everything sent to the farm along with them in a donkey cart.
The farm had its own vegetables, which they knew, but they had no idea that there were fruit trees on the hill behind. So when they saw the purchased fruits, the housekeeper hurriedly mentioned,
"There’s no need to buy these in the future; we have them all at home. As for the persimmons, they need to be stored for a while, so we didn’t take them out. The red dates, apples, and pomegranates we’ve been eating recently are actually all from the trees on the hill." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel·fire.net
Only then did Tangyuan remember to ask Rong Heng, "Is this farm yours?"
Rong Heng shook his head, "They must have bought it temporarily, I assume?"
Normally, he didn’t really manage these private properties; there were people to take care of that, so he was a bit startled when Tangyuan asked about it.
Seeing his laidback attitude, Tangyuan couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "Looking at how generous you are, you must have quite a bit of property under your control, right?"
Rong Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at her teasingly, "Why? Are you trying to get a clear picture of my assets, to calculate whether you should marry me or not?"
Tangyuan hadn’t expected him to use the word "marry," and she involuntarily blushed, hurriedly denying it with determination,
"Don’t spout nonsense. I just feel that you don’t seem to have a good grasp of your own wealth. Isn’t that concerning? Aren’t you afraid of others taking advantage of the confusion?"
That made Rong Heng think, recalling the time in Xia Ping Village when this little chubby one seemed to have an excellent ability to calculate. He hadn’t even realised what was happening when she had already worked out the sums verbally. Not to mention the villagers at that time, even he was taken aback. Could it be she had a talent in this area?
"Are you good at accounting?"
"It’s okay, I’m not that good. I’ve never worked in an accounting room; how could I be?"
"No, I think you’re faster than those who use abacuses, and you’re just as accurate as those accountants. Alright then, when we go back to Beijing, I’ll hand over all my accounts to you to manage,"
Tangyuan had not expected such a task from a casual comment, and wanted to refuse, but Rong Heng didn’t give her the chance and left.
She opened her mouth but let out a sigh of loneliness. When had this man become so shameless, not even asking if she was willing?
Little did she know, the Financial Power of Prince Heng Mansion had just been handed over to her...