Lin Yuan pressed her hand to her forehead; this girl’s ambitions were truly grand.
Meng Chunyan muttered "idiot" under her breath, which Jin Lingling quickly pulled at her sleeve worried that Ma Xiaonan might have heard, whispering something into her ear.
Meng Chunyan curled her lip, "It’s just a document from Master Magistrate. Isn’t your aunt still Madam County Magistrate? Why are you still fawning over her?"
Jin Lingling forced out a dry laugh, cursing in her mind that Meng Chunyan was a blockhead. Madam County Magistrate was not her aunt, but Jin Yuyu’s. Her father and Lady Jin were the ones born to the same parents.
Apart from the two who, noticing Jin Lingling’s poor complexion, did not buy any cakes, the others all bought some to varying degrees, with Ma Xiaonan naturally purchasing the most.
The young girl giggled as she carried two big boxes onto her carriage, not even allowing the maid to touch her pastries, as if she feared someone might snatch them away.
As they waited to pay for the silver, Meng Chunyan and Jin Lingling sat on the chairs provided for customers to rest in the hall, looking at the decoration inside the room. Meng Chunyan, either out of jealousy or genuine disdain, pursed her lips and snorted, "Huh, I didn’t notice before, but why does there seem to be a scent of flowers in the room? Turns out these are real flowers! Boss Lin really is willing to spend a fortune, even able to afford real flowers."
Lin Yuan was already immune to her sarcasm and mockery; after all, she was just a spoiled young lady from childhood with no real ill intentions, ignoring her was enough.
Jin Lingling had naturally seen the flowers as well, and her eyes turned to the super shiny, enormous statue of the God of Wealth by the counter.
Jin Lingling, who had grown up surrounded by gold, could tell the value of this statue of the God of Wealth at a glance. Not to mention the glittering gold it was made of, even a single eyeball on the face of the statue was worth a month’s income for her family’s vinegar shop.
In the morning, Jin Lingling had only watched from a distance, aware of such a statue but had not seen it with her own eyes. Now that she saw it up close, it was indeed more shocking than in the morning, deeper and more profound!
How did the young master of the Fuman Building get bewitched by this country girl to give her such a huge statue of the God of Wealth!
Jin Lingling had never seen the young master of the Fuman Building; after all, the number of times Xia Zheng had appeared in the Fuman Building could be counted on one hand. Even if he did appear, it was not for someone like Jin Lingling to casually meet.
However, Auntie had said that this young master was not very easy to get along with, but he was indeed very handsome. She reckoned that no man in Zhuma Town could rival him.
At this thought, Jin Lingling’s pretty face bloomed with infatuation for this wealthy and handsome young master. If possible, she really wanted to meet the young master herself; with her looks and family background, she was definitely worthy of him.
Caught up in self-admiration, Jin Lingling completely failed to hear Meng Chunyan at her side until Meng Chunyan nudged her arm, waking her from her reverie with a puzzled look at Meng Chunyan, "Huh? What is it?"
Meng Chunyan frowned, annoyed that Jin Lingling hadn’t heard a word she had said. How impolite.
Thinking this, she didn’t voice any complaints but pointed to the glittering God of Wealth on the counter and whispered gossipy, "That, was it really sent by the young master of the Fuman Building? Is it genuine? What if this girl made a fake one herself, then had someone dress up as the young master to deliver it?"
Jin Lingling rolled her eyes in her mind, feeling deep sympathy for Meng Chunyan’s intelligence. When it had been delivered in the morning, it was in front of Shopkeeper Liu of the Fuman Building. Was Shopkeeper Liu dead or something? If it was a fake, could it even be brought in? Wouldn’t it have been exposed already!